Jungkook

I jog down the stairs after I finish getting a couple of things done for work that I didn't get to on Friday because of my unexpected leaving. Mikayla, meanwhile, has been somewhere in the kitchen because I told her to make herself at home.

I felt bad for leaving her alone, but she didn't seem to mind. Work didn't last long anyway and it's my obligation that I can't neglect because I have responsibilities.

However, I would be lying if I said I didn't prefer to stay with her and just observe her in my home. For the first time in the last few years - maybe even in the entire time since I've been CEO - I've considered taking the day tomorrow off.

Sometimes I work from home on days when I don't feel like I can make it all the way to the company, but I really have never not worked. She makes me want to just sit back and listen to her talk.

Mikayla wanted to go home yesterday after we ate the breakfast she made, but I managed to convince her not to leave. I didn't want her to go home because first, I didn't know if that jerk Ethan would try something again, and second, I didn't want to be alone.

Normally I'm a person whose social battery is almost non-existent, but with her it's different. She can talk my ear off and I wouldn't say a word against it. It's not like she talks so much that I could be annoyed anyway. Just the occasional babble here and there. Just the Mikayla I've gotten to know.

I wasn't with anyone after Camille and I broke up and I have to admit it is weird having someone like that in my life again. Weird not in a bad way, but weird to wake up next to a presence, to feel their warmth in bed, to know that the sounds of breathing belong to another person.

Camille and my relationship never got to that point, though. Maybe we stayed together for that long because it was convenient for both of us. For her probably more than for me, because I'm not sure what exactly that relationship did for me.

Either way, what Mikayla brings to my life can't be compared to anything else I've had. I don't know if these thoughts are dangerous because it's unfamiliar and new to me, as I've never felt this comfortable before.

But everything disappears as I approach the kitchen and find Mikayla standing behind the counter. She is cutting vegetables into equal-sized pieces while music blasts from her phone. The sight is more than just a mere confirmation to me that the shot I gave my feelings isn't so bad and dangerous after all.

I lean with my shoulder against the pillar facing her and cross my arms in front of my chest. She looks focused as she cuts the onion and wipes away a tear that is flowing down before throwing the onion into the hot pan.

Bam sits at her feet watching her and I can't help but give free rein to this warm feeling in my chest. I love Bam and his well-being is very important to me. The fact that he loves Mikayla and is playful with her is a good sign. Maybe a little jealousy-inducing too.

But that's the thing about Mikayla. I don't know anyone who doesn't like her. It's almost impossible.

"'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling." she starts to sing and I scrunch up my nose right when she hits a wrong note. "And every time we kiss, I swear I can fly."

I can't help but chuckle, realizing how invested she is in her thing that she's oblivious to my presence. She sets the knife on the counter and turns to the fridge to take something out. Mikayla turns back again with a graceful spin and sways to the jaunty rhythm of the song.

Bam gets on all fours and jumps at her side, causing Mikayla to giggle. Her laughter echoes in my ears and I could swear it's the most beautiful melody I've heard in a long time. Maybe since forever.

I push off from the pillar as Mikayla is about to give Bam a slice of carrot, but she still doesn't notice me being there. She is now wearing another black shirt from my closet that reaches down to her thighs. I take a deep breath. Two.

It takes everything in me not to carry her up to my bedroom at this second and make her mine in the most shameless and sinful way. Maybe I should be ashamed of myself for not being able to control my thoughts and feelings when I'm around her.

But it's not as if I have any power against the fantasies, which are so vivid that I have to find a different way to relieve myself each time. I don't remember getting so hard over just the smallest thoughts of a person.

After getting a taste of her when I touched her intimately and passionately, I don't think I can ever find another way to quench that thirst inside me. She makes me crave her without having done much at all. Just being herself is already enough.

She turns as she feels the warmth of my body against hers. "Oh, God!" she gasps, "Jungkook! I'm going to make you pay my hospital bills if I end up there one day."

I smile down at her. "Money's no problem," I say as she turns off the music on her phone. "But I would have a problem if you ended up in the ER because of me."

She just laughs and I find myself staring. At her lips, her hazel eyes, the glow she oozes. She's like a daily dose of serotonin.

I place my hands on each side of her body, catching her between me and the kitchen island behind her. She tilts her head up and looks into my eyes with the softest expression.

I can still see the shyness on her pink cheeks, coming from the fact that we've done more than innocent things. It's not awkward in a bad way, but in a way that I know everything I say or do has an impact on her. And it's good to know I'm not the only one who feels that way.

"I'm making dinner," she says after a few moments.

I glance at the pot on the stove for a second and then back at her. "You didn't have to. We could have ordered something."

"I wanted to." she shakes her head and a strand of hair tumbles into her face, which I brush away.

"It smells good."

She smiles again before turning to the stove and lowering the heat so the food doesn't burn. When she turns back to me, her bottom lip is caught behind her teeth, leaving me staring at it.

I can feel the goosebumps forming on her neck as my breath hits her skin, and that makes me satisfied for a reason because I can clearly see the reaction her body is having to my touch.

"What is this feeling you get when we touch?" I ask, thinking back to the song she sang with a passion that leaves me with no choice but to think that it is right up our alley.

I bring a hand up to her neck to feel the pulse quickening with each passing second. I lean down and let my lips come into contact with a spot on her neck that I've found for myself. She clutches at the front of my shirt and a shaky breath hits me.

"Or when we kiss?" I hum in her ear, loving the way she gets nervous.

I kiss her temple, the side of her mouth, her jaw. I don't know when exactly I started getting so obsessed with her, her scent, the feel of her on my lips, but it's driving me crazy. Maybe I should reign myself in.

When I look back into her eyes, they are big and starstruck. Her lips are parted and she seems at a loss for words. I've never been a person who enjoyed physical touch, but I can't stop wanting to feel her on every single one of my cells.

She laughs shyly and hides her face. "I thought you didn't want me to end up in the ER because of you," she says.

Her lips curve up into a beautiful smile and I kiss her forehead before pulling away from her. I was curious to see if I could get the reactions from her that I crave so badly, and the last few seconds have proven to me exactly that I can.

"Shall we eat?" she asks and I nod.

I help her prepare the plates and cutlery while giving the dish one last stir. The spices hit my nose and I only now realize how hungry I've actually become. My appetite has improved over the past few weeks.

Seeing how heartily and full of hunger Mikayla always eats makes me hungry myself. I've started eating things that I've strictly forbidden myself to because of my diet, but I can't see any change in terms of my body gaining weight. Which is good.

We eat together and I listen to her talk about the most random things while she devours the food. It doesn't actually feel like we have to get up tomorrow and continue life as usual. It's almost like we could sit here for countless days and just be together.

After we finish eating, I take over the dishes and tell Mikayla she can go sit in the living room, which she does after much protesting. She is stubborn when it comes to helping someone and she doesn't accept doing nothing.

Maybe that is one of the things we have in common of which I know we don't have many. They say opposites attract, but I thought that was just drivel until recently. But now I know that we complete each other in a way. Rather complementary than opposing perhaps.

I find her on my sofa watching some show on the TV as I walk into the living room. She has a blanket thrown around her legs and is gently stroking Bam's head, who is lying next to her.

Plopping myself down, she smiles up at me and focuses back on the screen, which I see is playing a true-crime documentary. Her favorite genre of shows.

I watch in horror as the murder case is depicted on the show and I can't believe Mikayla watches these things for entertainment. Of course, she's equally horrified, which I can tell by her wide eyes, but still.

"Isn't it crazy how the criminal investigation department can find clues from the smallest evidence?" she asks in amazement and I nod, agreeing with her.

"I mean, yeah. It's their job," I say. She shrugs and looks back at the TV.

We watch the show quietly and I have to admit that it is actually interesting and astonishing. Sometimes I don't understand how people can be so cruel and shows like this are a lesson that you can't trust anyone.

"Jungkook?" she hums as the show is almost over.

"Yes?"

"So I was wondering..." Here we go again. "If a mosquito bites me, but it then dies at the crime scene and the police find my DNA, do I become a suspect?"

I slowly shift my gaze to her. Then I draw my eyebrows together.

"How do you even come up with something like that?" I ask when I can't find an answer myself.

She pouts and sighs, "Nobody thinks what I think."

I take her face and place a small kiss on her pouty lips, enjoying the way that I can now do that freely. When I pull back, she smiles up at me in that contented look she always has. I brush my thumb over her lower lip and watch my movement.

I love that brain and the extraordinary thinking of hers. It makes listening much more interesting because she doesn't talk about mainstream things. She distracts me from my thoughts and brings me peace.

Mikayla snuggles up to me and clicks through the channels with the remote after the documentary is over. The way she clicks so quickly has my head spinning until she lets out a puff of breath.

"Nothing you like?" I ask.

"No, Sunday is a day everyone's home, and yet there's nothing." she sighs. "I should have been a channel-broadcast-organizer-person."

She giggles because of the name she has given to the people whose names I do not know myself. What are these people called?

And since when do I care about such things?

"I could show you the house," I suggest as I realize she's about to melt from boredom. "I don't think you've seen everything yet."

"Yay, let's go." she's on her feet in seconds.

I've always seen the curious look in her eyes, but I know she respects me enough not to be intrusive. Not that I would mind if she wanted to look at things in my house on her own.

I take her downstairs first to the lower level where there is a huge sauna, the garage, and an indoor pool. I try not to be cocky and show off the things I have, but I just want her to know every corner. I'm sure she'll be spending more time here from now on and I wouldn't want her to feel like a stranger.

She is amazed when she sees the LED lights in the room with the pool, completely ignoring the rest. I've noticed many times that she is not a woman who craves or is amazed by the bling or glitz. Rather, she is fascinated by small things and that makes me smile inside.

We walk back up the stairs and Mikayla props herself up against the wall. "I think I should do a little more cardio instead of yoga."

"I have a gym upstairs. You can use it anytime." I inform her and her head tilts up at me.

"I wasn't being serious." she points out. "Treadmills are my enemy."

I shake my head in amusement. Maybe we can find another way to build stamina.

When we get upstairs, I show her the aforementioned gym and she looks quite amazed despite the comment she made a few minutes ago. I show her the rest of the guest rooms, which have never been used before because I don't have any guests - except for a drunken Jimin who I have to drag over to my place every now and then.

We arrive at the last door in the entire house, and I stop in front of the door. It's my office, but it's much more than that. Not only do I work in there, but I have my alone time and much more than that.

"I don't need to see everything." I hear Mikayla's soft voice from behind me and when I turn around, her eyes are even softer. Her lips pull upward, reinforcing her words.

I swing the door open, revealing the spacious room. There is a desk with a swivel chair pressed against it in the middle and a large window behind it, facing the pool outside. I like to stand by the window on days when it rains and just think.

The bookshelves are full of books and an armchair is in front for when I feel like reading. There are some books on the shelf that I haven't gotten to yet, but I haven't really felt like it lately. Let alone had the time.

Mikayla steps into the room after me and her eyes roam over all the furniture and details. I can see the curiosity behind her gaze, but also the caution, trying not to be prying. There is no limit, however, when it comes to her. Except maybe my journal, where I write things down, as my therapist recommended I do.

Mikayla runs her hand over the dark wood of the desk and I watch her leave her traces in my most private place. They are not visible traces, but I know they are there so I will feel them when she is not here.

I lean my back against a shelf and watch her in all that she is. Her long black hair, the big shirt on her body that I have yet to appreciate in full glory, her fluttering eyelashes whenever she blinks.

"Can I sit down?" she asks as she reaches the swivel chair.

"Of course," I reply and she drops into the leather.

She clears her throat after getting comfortable. "I need the report by tomorrow." she deepens her voice and has to fight to hold back her giggles. "A little faster next time, Ms. Carlson."

I let out a soft laugh. "Is that supposed to be me?"

She continues. "Get back to work, what—" she can't finish her sentence as she bursts out laughing. She covers her mouth with her hands and her eyes are squeezed shut.

I huff, raising an eyebrow. "I never said that. Are you mocking me?"

"I wouldn't dare, Mr. Jeon," she says, amusement clearly audible in her voice.

The way she calls me sparks something in me and I stop my legs from running to her and capturing her mouth. The playfulness in her eyes burns as she looks at me with the fiery eyes of hers.

But then she laughs and gets up from the chair. I've shown her the whole house, so there's nothing left to do but head back to the living room before we have to get ready for bed. We'll have to get up earlier so we can drive by her house and she can put on fresh clothes, but I don't mind.

Mikayla walks around the desk, but she slams her hip against the edge of it, causing a few papers that were on the surface to fall to the floor. She mutters something under her breath before bending down and picking up the papers.

I walk over to help her when I then notice that she is studying one of the papers more closely. It doesn't seem intentional, but the paper sticks out with all the scribbles on it compared to the rest of the blank papers. I realize what it is.

I take it out of her hand and she looks up at me. I didn't have any blank pages left in my journal, so I wrote on a random paper the night I came from her house. My thoughts, my insecurities.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude," she says apologetically and I shake my head. I don't want her to see the worst side of me, even though I know she could be the antidote to the poison inside me.

"It's nothing," I retort. "Just something I forgot to put away."

She climbs back to her feet and quietly watches me insert the paper into the shredder. Now, these thoughts are nothing more than scraps.

When I look back at Mikayla, she's nibbling on her lower lip like she feels bad for something she's not to blame. I brought her here and I could have guessed that this might happen. It was my decision to open the door.

I walk over to her and take her hand in mine. She looks up at me and I give her knuckles a little kiss. "I'm not mad. Let's forget about it, yeah?"

She nods and smiles a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. I just managed to ruin the good mood we had until a few minutes ago, but I couldn't help it. Maybe one day I will dare to open up to her completely.

The rest of the evening passes quite well despite the incident and we just enjoy our time together until Mikayla starts yawning. Getting used to sleeping next to her will definitely take me a while because I continue to watch her after she falls asleep.

The next morning we hurry up with breakfast and drive to Mikayla's apartment. I wait for her outside in the car so she can change and do what she needs to do in peace. I figured she would get stressed out if she saw me sitting in her apartment.

Half an hour later she comes jogging out of the building, now a white blouse paired with jeans on her body instead of my shirt. I already want her to change back to it. Pushing those thoughts aside, I greet her as she opens the passenger door and hops in.

"Did I keep you waiting?" she asks, out of breath. "I tried to hurry."

"You can take all the time in the world." I remind her of my words from before she left and start the engine.

It doesn't take us long to get to the block where the company is located, but maybe I only feel that way because Mikayla is keeping me company. I turn into the street that leads to the underground parking garage and that's when Mikayla stops me. I pull over.

"I think we should enter the building separately," she says in full earnest, her body turned toward me.

"Why?" I ask, confused.

"What if someone sees us?"

"Our company doesn't have a fraternization policy, Mikayla," I remind her.

"I know, but still." she leans her head against the seat. "You know people frown on such things."

I shake my head. "This is private, but not a secret and I don't care what anyone thinks. It's no one's business what I do with my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" she chokes out, eyes wide.

"Aren't you?"

Dark thoughts cloud my mind and I shift in my seat. Maybe I've been going at it too fast?

"I am," she confirms with a nod. I breathe internally in relief.

"Good." I nod. "You can still hop off here if you want," I encourage her. Maybe she's right and it would be better to be careful. I don't care about myself, but I wouldn't want any shit to be spoken about Mikayla.

"I'll see you inside, yeah?" she smiles, already opening the door.

"Kiss before you go?" I add. "Can't kiss you in there."

She lets out a giggle, but it dies out as I slip my hand behind her neck and pull her to me. Our lips melt and I'm already dreaming of when I can feel her addictive lips on mine again.

She pulls back. Bites down on her lower lip. Tucks a strand of hair behind her ear before looking around shyly.

And before I know it, she's closed the door and I'm heading to the underground garage alone, silently cursing the people who use other people's lives as a topic of gossip.

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A/N: it's been almost two weeks since the last update and I feel like I got out of practice lol I hate this chapter but I'm too lazy to rewrite so you gotta bear with it💀