🥀 55. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤!

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⚠️ WARNING

Before you dive into this chapter, make sure you're prepared.

Grab a pillow to scream into, a fan to cool off and maybe a glass of water to quench that thirst because things are about to get spicy.

You've been warned. 😉 Ready or not, enjoy the ride!

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Night had descended, casting shadows across the room, and Taehyung lay there, staring at the ceiling, mind alert despite the late hour. He could feel his wife's body beside him, and under normal circumstances, that would have been enough to ease him into sleep.

But tonight, it wasn't.

Tonight, Kim Taehyung, cold and stoic CEO, faced an unexpected rival—the soft, plump, smugly adorable Mr Bunny plushie nestled in his wife's arms. The man would never have guessed that he'd one day be glaring at a stuffed bunny.

A mere toy! Yet, here it was, cradled in Jungkook's arms, her fingers curled around the bunny, holding it close, her cheek pressed against its furry little head. A slight pout graced her lips making her look so blissful Taehyung almost softened at the sight.

Almost.

Jungkook had lovingly named it Mr. Bunny, and it had, in one night, taken his position—right next to her, basking in her warmth. His gaze shifted from the toy to her, her delicate lashes fluttering as she dreamt, her arms clinging to the stuffed bunny.

With a slow sigh, he shifted closer, testing the waters by draping an arm around her waist. Her warmth beckoned him, soothing the subtle ache he hadn't realized was there. It felt right to hold her like this, to settle into that simple comfort.

Yet, the stubborn Mr Bunny wedged between them presented an unusual challenge: despite his wife being just an arm's length away, she was completely absorbed in her plushie.

Taehyung stared at the toy with a slight squint, wondering if he could subtly scoot it away. This isn't about the bunny, he reminded himself, feeling a bit silly. It's just... about the principle.

With all the gentleness of a man accustomed to delicate deals, Taehyung lightly nudged the toy, fingers brushing the plush fabric as he attempted to guide it away without disturbing her. Mr. Bunny barely budged, clutched tightly in Jungkook's arms, as if its very life depended on it.

Taehyung exhaled, feeling an unexpected jab of frustration. His gaze moved from the bunny back to her, and there it was—that soft smile, the look of pure contentment gracing her sleeping face.

How a mere toy could secure his wife's affections so easily? His heart gave a little tug as he watched her, feeling oddly petulant.

Was it too much to want a bit of that warmth?

Taehyung tried a different tactic, nestling closer to her side. His arm tightened around her waist just slightly, urging her to shift. But instead of leaning into him, Jungkook nestled the bunny closer, pressing her cheek deeper against it. Taehyung stilled, his jaw tightening as he processed the situation.

Unbelievable.

Minutes passed, and he finally let out a resigned sigh, opting to watch her simply instead. A mischievous glint sparked in his eye. He hadn't expected to feel such intense possessiveness over a stuffed toy, but seeing his wife cuddling Mr Bunny instead of him stirred something within him.

With the utmost stealth, he reached over, fingers curling around the plushie's soft, round body. He paused taking a deep breath, ensuring Jungkook's gentle snores remained unperturbed.

Satisfied she was still deep in her dreams, Taehyung carefully lifted the plushie, holding it just out of view. His stoic expression remained unchanged, but a tiny, playful impulse danced inside. With a silent flick of his wrist, he tossed Mr. Bunny tumbling to the floor, landing with a soft thud, completely oblivious to the drama unfolding above.

In its place, Taehyung shifted closer to Jungkook, positioning himself in the crook of her arm. He took a moment to appreciate how she instinctively adjusted to accommodate him, her body moulding against his warmth. Taehyung's heart fluttered at the thought, she always seemed to know exactly where he was, even in her sleep.

Taehyung the Great, the cold CEO, had managed to reclaim his place in her embrace.

His body relaxed further into her embrace, and he let out a small sigh, grateful for the intimate moment they shared. Taehyung couldn't help but lean in, resting his cheek atop her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.

Jungkook stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she nuzzled deeper into him, seeking the warmth he provided. In response, Taehyung tightened his hold around her, letting her know he was there.

Just as he felt himself drifting, Jungkook murmured in her sleep, a barely audible whisper,

"...Mr. Bunny?"

Taehyung's jaw clenched as he shot a quick, possessive glance down at her face. How dare that plush intrude even in her dreams? But his annoyance quickly faded when she snuggled even closer to him, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on his chest.

He couldn't help the fond smile tugging at his lips.

You may have taken her arms, Stupid plushie, but I still have her heart.

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Next Day

Kim Conglomerates

The lunch hour of the office started.

Employees shuffled to and from the break room, their chatter filling the air. Taehyung leaned back in his plush leather chair, his focus drifting from the reports in front of him. His gaze turned to his office door, anticipating someone.

The faint sound of hurried footsteps echoed, and moments later, Jungkook appeared in the doorway, looking every bit like someone who had been wrestling with deadlines all morning. Strands of her hair were slightly out of place and her usually bright eyes looked clouded with exhaustion. She was clutching a clipboard to her chest, her brows furrowed.

"Someone's been fighting dragons this morning," Taehyung teased, his deep voice breaking her focus as she walked in.

Jungkook's glare was sharp, though it lacked real bite. "Your dragons, Mr. Kim," she replied, her voice dripping with annoyance as she walked in and plopped the clipboard on his desk. "Half of those deadlines were from your genius rescheduling."

Taehyung smirked, leaning back further in his chair as he watched Jungkook pace in front of his desk.

"Do you know what I've been through this morning, Mr. Kim?" Jungkook started. "First, the marketing team decided to change the entire presentation layout at the last minute, and guess who had to deal with it? Me!"

Taehyung hummed nonchalantly, his lips twitching as though suppressing a smile. "You handled it, didn't you? That's why I trust you."

Jungkook shot him a glare. "Don't you dare try to butter me up right now! Do you even know how many emails I've answered today? Seventy-five! And that's just before lunch." She held up her clipboard for emphasis, as if the poor, overworked object could attest to her struggle. "And let's not forget the meeting with the finance team. Oh, they were just a delight."

Taehyung just watched his wife pacing in front of his table, resting his chin on his hand as he listened. "I take it the finance team wasn't cooperative?"

"Cooperative?" Jungkook echoed, throwing her hands up. "They might as well have spoken in ancient runes! One of them even handed me a spreadsheet and said, 'You'll figure it out.' What am I, a magician?"

"Some might say you are," Taehyung quipped, his amusement growing.

Jungkook pointed a finger at him, her eyes narrowing. "Don't think I don't know you're enjoying this, Mr. Kim. Sitting here in your luxurious office while I'm running around like a headless chicken. Do you even know how many times I've tripped today?"

Taehyung's smile softened. "How many?"

"Three!" Jungkook exclaimed, holding up three fingers. "And two of those times were because of your ridiculous schedules. Not to mention, I'm starving." She placed a hand over her stomach, sighing. "If I don't eat soon, I might just pass out right here. Wouldn't that look great for the company? 'CEO's secretary collapses due to overwork and hunger.' What a headline."

Taehyung's smirk softened into something gentler as he watched Jungkook ramble on, her words laced with frustration. Without saying a word, he stood up, rounding his desk.

Jungkook paused mid-rant, her brows furrowing. "What are you—?"

Before she could finish her sentence, Taehyung gently took hold of her arm, guiding her out of the chair. "Sit," he instructed, his voice low but firm, steering her toward the plush couch.

"But—"

"No arguments," Taehyung interrupted, his tone leaving no room for debate. He pressed her shoulders down lightly, ensuring she settled onto the couch. "You've been running around all morning. It's my turn to take care of you."

Jungkook blinked, stunned by his sudden assertiveness. "I wasn't done ranting," she mumbled, crossing her arms but making no move to get up.

Taehyung ignored her, turning toward his desk and pressing the button on the intercom. "Lunch for two in my office, immediately."

Jungkook's eyes widened. "Mr. Kim! You didn't have to—"

"Don't,"

Jungkook huffed but secretly appreciated the gesture. The wife leaned back into the couch, the corners of her lips twitched upward.

"Bossy as ever,"

Jungkook sank onto the plush couch, the exhaustion visibly melting from her shoulders, Taehyung's gaze lingered a little longer than usual. Her white shirt, neatly tucked into her smooth, blue-green skirt, accentuated her figure. The fabric hugged her petite waist perfectly, drawing his attention as she shifted to get comfortable.

The soft light in the room enhance her presence, the muted tones of her outfit somehow making her look even more graceful.

Taehyung's eyes betrayed him. His gaze dropped to her chest, where her neatly buttoned white shirt stretched slightly with each deep breath she took. The collarbone peeking just above the fabric, drew his attention like a magnet

It wasn't his fault, really. How could he not notice?

Her shirt stretched slightly with each breath, teasing him with the pillowy chest beneath. His mind started wandering, conjuring up thoughts he shouldn't have while sitting in his office.

That top button... did it always sit that precariously? Just one more tug, one more little stretch—stop, stop, stop.

He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, trying to focus on the ceiling instead.

Look away. Look anywhere else.

But his eyes didn't obey. They stayed right there, completely transfixed. His pulse quickened as his imagination betrayed him, filling in the gaps his eyes couldn't see. When Jungkook leaned forward to adjust her skirt, the motion caused her chest to shift, and Taehyung felt his ears burn as his gaze dipped lower again.

God, I'm terrible. No, stop. STOP. Kim Taehyung, you're being disgusting. She's your wife, not— His thoughts faltered.

Wait, she is my wife.

That little realization opened the floodgates. His gaze softened, lingering shamelessly now, as if justifying himself. She's mine. I can look, right?

But the rational side of him roared back immediately. No, you idiot! She's sitting there tired, just trying to breathe and here you are acting like some pervert at a bar. What's wrong with you?!

Taehyung clenched his fists, willing himself to snap out of it, but his gaze still flickered back to her chest. Then, as if to taunt him further, Jungkook stretched her arms above her head, the motion pulling her shirt tighter against her body. He swore he stopped breathing.

KIM TAEHYUNG, look away right now. Look. Away. He dragged his eyes upward, desperate to reclaim some shred of dignity, but the damage was already done. His ears burned red as guilt clawed at him.

His internal battle raged on as his eyes refused to move. He caught himself leaning forward slightly, his gaze fixed, utterly mesmerized by the way her shirt hugged her so perfectly.

That fabric doesn't deserve her. It's getting to touch what I can't right now.

The thought made something hot coil in his stomach. His fingers twitched as if tempted to reach out, to undo just one more button—just to see if the reality matched the fantasies brewing in his head.

Stop. You're being disgusting.

He tore his gaze away, dragging a hand through his hair, but his resolve lasted all of three seconds before his eyes flickered back. Jungkook shifted again, her skirt inching higher as she crossed her legs, and Taehyung nearly choked. But the more he tried, the more his eyes betrayed him, drinking in every inch of her like a man dying of thirst.

Taehyung couldn't take it anymore. His mind was a battlefield—half filled with scolding himself for ogling his wife like a lovesick teenager and the other half utterly failing to stop.

Deciding he needed to distract himself—anything to stop the dangerous path his thoughts were taking—he stood abruptly. Taehyung crossed the room and sat beside her on the couch. Before she could question him further, he reached for her ankle, gently lifting her foot and placing it on his lap.

"Yah!" Jungkook squeaked, trying to pull her leg back. "What are you doing?"

"Relax," Taehyung said, his voice calm despite the way his pulse raced. "You're overworked, right? Just let me help."

Jungkook blinked at him, her cheeks tinting a faint pink as she hesitated. "You're serious?"

"Yes," he replied, his hands already moving to undo the buckle of her heels. "And before you argue, just remember you're the one who complained about being exhausted. Let me do this."

Jungkook bit her lip, clearly torn between arguing and letting him proceed. Ultimately, her exhaustion won, and she leaned back with a small huff. "Fine. But if you're trying to butter me up for some reason, I'll know."

Taehyung shook his head as he slipped her shoes off. "No ulterior motives. Just taking care of my wife. Is that such a crime?"

Jungkook didn't respond immediately, though her lips twitched as if suppressing a smile. Taehyung's large hands moved to her feet, his thumbs pressing gently against the arches as he began to massage them.

Jungkook let out a content sigh, her body sinking further into the couch. Taehyung's eyes softened as he watched her relax, tension in her face slowly melting away. But as his hands worked, his gaze inadvertently drifted again. Her skirt had shifted slightly higher, revealing more of her smooth legs, and the way she tilted her head back with her eyes closed made his stomach flip.

Taehyung shook his head subtly and redirected his attention to the task at hand.

"Look at you, my poor secretary-slash-wife, running around all morning," Taehyung said, his tone playfully serious. His hands were gentle, moving along the arches of her feet, and she couldn't help but relax into his touch, closing her eyes for a moment.

"I'll forgive the exhaustion if you keep that up," Jungkook quipped, half-serious, half-teasing. She leaned back, crossing her arms as if evaluating his "services."

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, giving her a knowing smile. "A happy wife means a happy life, isn't that what they say?"

Jungkook opened one eye, smirking. "They say a lot of things, Mr. Kim. But at this rate, you might just get an extra cookie with lunch."

"You're the one who insisted on being both my secretary and my wife. Comes with the territory." 

"Oh please," Jungkook sat up, "I step into this company for a secretary job but the meanie boss of this company made me his wife" Jungkook spoke, blowing air on her nails.

"A meanie boss, huh?" he echoed, tilting his head as though considering her words. "And yet, you said yes. What does that make you, Mrs. Kim?"

Jungkook feigned offense, gasping dramatically. "It makes me the victim, obviously," she quipped, flipping her hair over her shoulder exaggeratedly. "Lured into a trap by a man with good looks."

Taehyung shook his head with a quiet laugh, focusing on the arches of her feet. His hands moved with deliberate care, his touch firm yet soothing, easing the knots and aches from her tired limbs. 

"I thought," he teased, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You get a husband who adores you, spoils you, and will always make time for you—even in the middle of a crazy workday." 

"And how? Mister?" Jungkook tilted her head toward him, one eyebrow quirking in defiance.

Taehyung's teasing smile never left his lips but his eyes grew softer as he watched Jungkook. His voice, already smooth, dropped an octave, becoming low and husky. "Like this,"

Jungkook's breath caught slightly at his voice, the depth of it stirring something within her.

Taehyung leaned forward, closing the distance between them slightly. The musky scent of his cologne drifted to her, making her senses whirl. His hand moved to rest on the arm of the couch beside her, his fingers brushing the fabric lightly.

Though the touch was innocent, it sent a shiver down her spine.

Jungkook instinctively leaned back, her body pressing against the plush cushions behind her. Her fingers clutched the fabric of her skirt but her eyes remained locked on his, betraying the thrill racing through her veins.

Taehyung's gaze didn't waver, his eyes tracing the curve of her neck, the collarbone peeking through her white shirt and her lips parted just enough to let a soft, shaky breath escape.

Jungkook felt his gaze and tilted her chin up slightly, refusing to let herself look flustered. "Like this?" she murmured, her voice soft but laced with challenge.

Taehyung's lips quirked upward and he tilted his head, his hair falling slightly over his forehead. "Exactly," he replied, his voice a velvet caress. His other hand moved, brushing the hem of her skirt. Not enough to lift it, but enough to make her aware of how close he was.

Her heart stuttered. The hand resting on her skirt twitched and she wanted to say something sharp, something sassy to break the spell, but the way his thumb grazed the edge of the fabric made her brain foggy. Her breathing hitched as he leaned closer, his face just inches from hers now.

"You're leaning in too close, Mr. Kim,"

"Am I?" he murmured, his breath warm against her cheek. His hand lingered just above her knee now, fingers brushing her skin lightly. "Should I stop?"

Her eyes narrowed sharply, though her cheeks betrayed her with a hint of color. "This is... incredibly unprofessional," she managed, raising a finger to poke lightly against his chest, trying to create distance. "I could file an HR complaint, you know."

Taehyung froze for half a second before a mischievous smirk spread across his face. He leaned back slightly but didn't retreat fully, his dark eyes still locked on hers.

"An HR complaint? Against me?"

"Yes," Jungkook said firmly, though her lips twitched as she struggled to maintain her composure. "This is exactly the kind of behaviour HR frowns upon. A boss leaning over his secretary like this? Completely inappropriate."

Taehyung's smirk deepened, his gaze dropping briefly to the finger poking his chest before meeting her eyes again. "Hmm," he murmured, leaning just enough to tilt his head closer to hers. "And what exactly would this complaint say, Mrs. Kim?"

His voice was velvet smooth, teasing yet laced with challenge.

Jungkook arched an eyebrow. "That my boss is abusing his position to fluster his secretary, undermining her ability to work effectively."

Taehyung's large warm hand moved over Jungkook's smooth skirt, his fingers tracing the smooth fabric as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Jungkook stiffened slightly under his touch, her breath catching as her gaze darted to his hand. Taehyung's fingers danced near the hook of her skirt, grazing the fastening.

Jungkook's doe eyes darted to the fingers on the hook and then towards the man who held her. Taehyung's fingers continued their dance over the hook of Jungkook's skirt, teasing and testing her patience with every touch.

Then, with a flick, the hook came undone.

Jungkook's eyes widened, and she gasped audibly as she felt the tight fabric of her skirt loosen slightly around her waist. Her breath hitched, and her hands instinctively flew to his wrist, gripping it as her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

"Mr Kim!" she exclaimed, half in shock, half in exasperation.

He didn't flinch under her grasp, his expression calm yet undeniably smug. His dark eyes met hers. Jungkook crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back as far as the couch would allow, her lips curling into a sly grin.

"You know," the wife said, her tone turning sweet but her eyes flashing with defiance, "if HR really knew how you looked at your secretary—"

"How I look at you?" Taehyung interrupted, his voice dropping into a whisper.

Jungkook's eyes narrowed playfully, her lips curling into a sly smirk as Taehyung leaned closer. But instead of backing down, she decided to meet him head-on. She tilted her head, her gaze dropping to his lips before trailing back to meet his eyes.

"How you look at me?" Jungkook repeated, her tone mocking his deep timbre.

Slowly, her hand reached out, fingers brushing over the smooth lapel of his suit jacket before curling into the fabric near his collar. She tugged him closer with a sharp pull.

Taehyung stilled, his smirk faltering as her grip tugged him closer. His breath hitched, their faces now just a whisper apart. Jungkook's eyes gleamed with mischief, her dominance catching him off guard.

"Like I'm the only thing in this room worth your time. Like you're two seconds away from losing that so-called professionalism you always preach about."

Taehyung swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, his hands instinctively gripping the edge of the couch for stability.

Her boldness was intoxicating.

"You look at me," she continued, her lips curving into a wicked smile. Her fingers trailed down his chest, grazing over the buttons of his shirt. "Like you can't decide if you want to boss me around or fall to your knees."

His breath hitched, her words a direct hit to his composure. Her touch was featherlight, yet it burned through the layers of fabric, setting his nerves alight.

Her nails raked down slightly, sending a shiver up his spine. "Like you're barely holding it together when I'm near," she added, her voice dropping even lower.

Jungkook tilted her head, letting her lips hover near his ear, her voice lowering to a sultry whisper. "Like you're undressing me with those dark eyes of yours."

Taehyung swallowed hard, his jaw tightening as his hands gripped the edge of the couch. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing the shell of his ear, her breath warm against his skin.

"You act so untouchable," she murmured, her voice laced with teasing. Her other hand slid down his chest to the top button of his shirt, hovering there as her lips curved into a smirk.

"Jungkook..." Taehyung's voice was a hoarse warning, though it lacked conviction. His restraint was fraying, and she knew it.

"Oh, don't pretend, Mr. Kim," she cooed, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye. Her hand trailed to his tie, her fingers playing with the knot. "You think I don't notice the way you stare? The way your gaze lingers, tracing every inch of me..."

Taehyung's lips parted, but no words came out. His pupils had blown wide, his breath coming in shallow as he fought to maintain control.

Before he could respond, she pressed a single kiss to the corner of his lips before pulling away just as quickly. "That's how you look at me, Mr. Kim," she teased, her voice sweet yet filled with triumph. "Like you want to devour me but can't decide whether to savor it or let the hunger take over."

Her lips curved into a slow, knowing smile as she leaned back against the couch, shifting slightly. The motion caused her blouse to stretch slightly, revealing a hint of collarbone that Taehyung couldn't help but notice.

She reached up, lazily twisting a strand of her hair between her fingers, her eyes never leaving his. "What's the matter, Mr. Kim?" she asked, her voice smooth as velvet. "Cat got your tongue?"

Taehyung's breath hitched, his fingers tightening into fists at his sides. Her voice, her movements, the tilt of her head—it was all too much. His chest tightened with every sassy flick of her wrist and every arch of her brow.

Jungkook was toying with him, and they both knew it.

Something snapped.

In one unrestrained motion, Taehyung surged forward, his large hands framing her face that sent a shiver down her spine. Jungkook barely had time to react before his lips crashed against hers.

The kiss was raw, intense, and filled with all the tension that had been building between them. Taehyung poured everything into it—his frustration, his desire, his inability to resist her for even a second longer.

Jungkook gasped softly against his mouth, her fingers freezing mid-air before finding their way to his chest, fisting his shirt. The kiss deepened, his lips moving against hers with an intensity that left no room for argument, no space for teasing retorts.

Her body melted against him as her fingers loosened, sliding up to curl around his neck. She responded equally, the heat between them igniting into a firestorm neither could control.

Taehyung's hands slid down, one cupping her jaw while the other splayed possessively over her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. The soft sigh she let out was his undoing and he tilted her head slightly, angling the kiss to claim her even more thoroughly.

As the fiery kiss deepened, Taehyung's grip on restraint dissolved completely. His hands slid down her arms. His patience snapped like a rubber band stretched too thin.

Without hesitation, he grabbed the lapels of her blouse and yanked hard and a sharp tearing sound echoed through the room.

The buttons flew in all directions, scattering across the office like tiny bullets. They hit the hardwood floor with faint clicks, the sound drowned by the heavy breaths between them.

Jungkook gasped, pulling back slightly, her wide eyes locking onto his. The cool air kissed her skin where her shirt had been torn open. Her breath hitched when she saw the feral look in Taehyung's eyes, dark with unrestrained desire.

"Mr Kim!" she managed, her voice a mix of shock and something deeper, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself.

But Taehyung wasn't giving her a moment to regain her composure. Taehyung, unapologetic, leaned back slightly, his eyes trailing over her now-exposed skin.

Jungkook's appearance was nothing short of breathtaking—a vision so alluring it sent a jolt through Taehyung's chest.

The crisp white shirt hung open now, its buttons scattered and forgotten. Her lace-trimmed brassiere, a soft ivory hue that stood out against her flushed skin, clung to her figure in a way that left little to the imagination. The delicate floral patterns of the lace were teasingly sheer, hinting at the softness beneath and framing her pillowy bosom as it rose and fell with her unsteady breaths.

The thin gold necklace resting against her collarbone caught Taehyung's attention next. The pendant swayed slightly with her movements, the chain dipping into the curve between her chest. It sparkled faintly, a small, elegant detail that seemed to emphasize her every motion.

Just above the lace of her brassiere, near her heart, was a tiny mole—a mark he'd always found maddeningly enticing. It was so intimately placed, like it was meant to draw his attention, and it did, every single time.

Jungkook's skin glowed with a delicate sheen. Her slightly tousled hair framed her face and neck, some strands clinging to the curve of her shoulders. Her lips were flushed, swollen from their earlier kisses, slightly parted as she tried to steady her breath. Her eyes darted up to meet his gaze before lowering, the bashfulness in her expression making her all the more captivating.

Taehyung's gaze lingered, his eyes moving slowly over her, drinking her in like she was the most exquisite sight he had ever seen.

"You're a masterpiece," he murmured, his voice low and husky, each word dripping with unfiltered desire. His fingers brushed lightly over her exposed collarbone, tracing the chain of her necklace with reverence before his thumb grazed the butterfly pendant.

Jungkook's breath hitched, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She glanced down at her now-disheveled shirt—or what was left of it—and then up at Taehyung, her wide eyes meeting his heated gaze.

"You," she whispered, her voice barely audible, shock and embarrassment coloring her tone. Her fingers instinctively came up to clutch the edges of her torn blouse, as if trying to salvage some modesty.

Taehyung's lips curled into a satisfied smirk, clearly unbothered by her flustered state.

"You drive me insane, Mrs Kim," he growled, his hands firm yet reverent as they slid over her exposed skin, brushing aside the ruined fabric to reveal her soft curves. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

Her eyes widened further at his boldness and she quickly looked away, biting her lower lip to stop a smile from escaping.

Taehyung reached out, his large hand gently cupping her face, coaxing her to look at him. "You're beautiful when you're shy, you know that?" he said, his voice softer now, tinged with affection.

Jungkook's lips parted in surprise, and she quickly swatted his hand away, her gaze dropping to the couch.

Taehyung's hand resting on Jungkook's waist paused as a thought struck him—something he'd been meaning to do, but the chaos of work had pushed it aside. His lips curled into a soft smile, and his free hand slipped into the inner pocket of his coat.

Jungkook tilted her head, watching as he pulled out something. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw it—the butterfly waist chain he had bought at the fair.

"Let me," Taehyung said softly, almost as if asking for permission. She nodded, her breath hitching as his fingers brushed against the hem of her skirt.

Taehyung stood slowly, towering over her for a moment, his sharp jawline and broad shoulders cutting an imposing figure. Taehyung reached out, his hands finding her shoulders, and guided her to lay back against the couch. The leather creaked softly under her as she reclined, her eyes locked on his.

Taehyung's thoughts swirled in a haze of intensity as he admired the sight before him. Jungkook's skin beneath his touch, sent a familiar heat rushing through him, one that he had long since learned to suppress. But tonight, he couldn't help but let himself get lost in her.

There was no more self-control, no more boundaries.

Not when she looked like this.

Encouraged by the heat in his gaze, Jungkook swallowed hard and reached down, lowering the smooth fabric of her skirt just enough to reveal the soft curve of her waist. Taehyung's breath caught in his throat at the sight, his Adam's apple bobbing as his eyes devoured the sight before him.

Kneeling beside her, he held the waist chain up for a moment, letting the dainty charm dangle between his fingers. The butterfly glinted like tiny piece of art, but they paled in comparison to the beauty in front of him.

"It's beautiful," he said, his voice thick, "but it's nothing compared to you."

Taehyung leaned forward, his large hands resting on either side of her hips as he looped the chain around her waist. The cool metal grazed her warm skin and Jungkook shivered at the sensation. Taehyung's fingers moved slowly, savoring every second.

His thumb brushing over the soft skin of her waist as he adjusted the chain to sit perfectly. The delicate charms of the chain settled just below her navel, accentuating the curve of her waist like it was made to be there.

"It fits perfectly," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, his thumbs brushing lightly over her hips to adjust the chain. The touch was brief but lingering, as though he couldn't bring himself to pull away completely.

Jungkook's chest rose and fell quickly, her hands gripping the edge of the couch as Taehyung leaned closer, his warm breath ghosting over her skin.

With a boyish and undeniably manly smirk, he leaned down, pressing a kiss to the side of her waist, just above the butterfly charm. The gesture left a searing mark of possession.

Jungkook's hand instinctively flew to cover her waist, her shyness catching up with her, but Taehyung caught her wrist mid-air, his thumb caressing her pulse point.

"Don't," he said, his tone firm but tender. "Let me admire you."

I need you to be vulnerable with me. I need to see you completely.

She felt her cheeks burn under his gaze as he leaned back slightly, taking in the sight before him. His dark eyes were full of something raw and unspoken, and the way he looked at her made her feel both exposed and cherished.

"You look..." Taehyung paused, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. "Exquisite."

Jungkook bit her lip, her cheeks burning under his intense gaze. Her fingers nervously brushing against his hand where it still rested on her hip.

"you're... staring," she whispered, her tone shy but carrying a teasing lilt.

Taehyung didn't even flinch. Instead, his thumb brushed over her bare skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

"Of course, I'm staring," he said, his voice dipping lower. "How could I not? Look at you."

His words made her stomach flip and she let out a shaky laugh, trying to mask her embarrassment.

"You're so dramatic," she said softly, her hand moving to cover his where it lay on her waist. But instead of stopping him, she surprised herself by tracing her fingers over his knuckles, letting him know she didn't mind.

Taehyung's lips twitched into a smirk, and he took her hand in his, pressing a kiss to her palm. His lips were warm, soft and making her shiver. "I'm dramatic?" he echoed.

"Says the beauty who's lying here looking like a goddess and pretending she doesn't know it."

Jungkook gasped, partly from his words and partly from the way he shifted his weight. Taehyung leaned down, his broad shoulders towering over her as he adjusted his position. His knee pressed gently against the couch for balance, his chest brushing hers slightly, drawing a soft inhale from her lips.

The proximity was intoxicating, making her head spin.

"Mr Kim..." Jungkook murmured, her hands reaching for him, fingers gripping his shirt.

"Relax," Taehyung whispered, his deep voice a soothing balm. "I just want to see how it looks on you." His eyes dropped to her waist again, his hand tracing the line of the chain.

Jungkook's breath hitched and she couldn't hold back her shy smile as her hands tugged lightly on his shirt collar. "You're making a big deal out of a little waist chain," she teased, though her voice betrayed her nervous excitement.

"It's not just a waist chain," He chuckled, low and rich. "That's where you're wrong," he replied, leaning closer until his face hovered inches from hers. "This isn't just a chain. It's... part of you now. Something only I get to admire like this."

Her face flushed deeper at his words, and she found herself averting her gaze. But Taehyung wasn't having it. Gently, he tilted her chin back toward him, his large hand cradling her face with surprising tenderness.

"Don't look away," he said softly, his tone carrying a mix of authority and affection. "Let me see those pretty eyes of yours."

Jungkook's lips parted, a soft gasp escaping as his thumb brushed her cheek. Her hands released his shirt and moved up, resting lightly on his broad shoulders. Her fingers played with the edges of his collar, her touch hesitant but affectionate.

"Does it fit perfectly?" she asked, trying to lighten the moment, though her voice trembled slightly.

He smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Perfectly. Just like you."

Her shy laugh broke the tension slightly, but the way Taehyung's hands stayed firm on her waist—his fingers still tracing the chain—made her pulse race. She glanced up at him through her lashes, biting her lip nervously.

"You're staring again," she whispered, her tone caught between scolding and playful.

Taehyung leaned down until their foreheads touched, his deep voice rumbling softly. "And I'll keep staring, Jungkook. Because you're mine."

Taehyung's lips pressed against Jungkook's, her world seemed to dissolve into the electrifying sensation of his touch. His hands cupped her waist, pulling her closer as their breaths mingled in the heat of the moment. She clutched his shirt, her fingers curling into the fabric, the intensity of his kiss igniting sparks that traveled down her spine.

But then, like a splash of cold water, reality crept back into her thoughts. Her eyes snapped open, and she pulled back abruptly, her chest heaving as she gasped for air.

"Mr Kim!" Jungkook hissed, pushing lightly against his chest.

"What?" His voice was low, raspy, his lips still hovering dangerously close to hers, his dark eyes searching her face in confusion.

"The cameras!" Jungkook whispered urgently, glancing around the room. "The office cameras!"

His brows furrowed for a moment before realization dawned on him. He leaned back slightly, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face as he tilted his head. "You mean the ones I had turned off before lunch?"

Jungkook blinked, her jaw dropping. "You what?"

Taehyung chuckled, his hands still resting possessively on her waist. "What kind of CEO would I be if I didn't anticipate my wife storming into my office looking irresistible?"

"You planned this?" she asked, her voice a little higher than usual.

"Planned it? Never!" Taehyung raised an eyebrow, his smirk turning teasing. "I didn't plan anything. I just knew what you'd do."

Jungkook pulled back slightly, her hands fluttering in the air awkwardly. "Stop it! I— You—" She stumbled over her words, not quite able to find the right thing to say as her heart hammered in her chest. "Why do you always make things so... complicated?"

Taehyung chuckled softly, a low, amused sound that only made her feel more flustered. He placed a hand on her cheek, gently tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "It's not complicated," he murmured. "It's just... you and me. And sometimes that's all we need."

Jungkook's breath caught in her throat at the sincerity in his voice. She blinked up at him, still unsure how to react to the whirlwind of emotions he always managed to stir within her. Before Jungkook could retort, Taehyung's hand rose to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing against her flushed skin. Then, his lips found hers once more.

This time, the kiss was slower, as if he was carving every moment to memory.

Jungkook's fingers found his shirt again, curling into it like it was the only thing keeping her stable. Her heart raced, but it wasn't the frenzy of before—it was steady, thrumming to the rhythm of his tender touch.

And then, a soft knock on the door interrupted their intimacy.

Soft, almost hesitant, but in the silence of the room, it felt loud—too loud for the fragile moment they had created. Taehyung froze, his lips lingering just a moment longer before he pulled back. Jungkook's breath hitched at the sudden break in their closeness, her heart still racing.

Taehyung's gaze shifted to the door and his dark eyes flickered, a storm of emotions crossing them before they steadied into something unreadable. Slowly, he straightened, his hand slipped away from hers, his touch replaced by a sudden coolness that made her shiver. He straightened his posture, his broad shoulders squaring as he stood. In an instant, the soft tenderness in his eyes was replaced by annoyance and anger.

Jungkook looked up at him, her cheeks still flushed, her lips tingling from his kiss. Her hands fell away from his shirt as he adjusted his shirt.

The man before her was no longer her Taehyung but Mr. Kim—the CEO, the untouchable leader of the company.

Taehyung looked down at Jungkook, his expression turning protective in an instant. Without missing a beat, he quickly draped his large coat over her shoulders, the fabric engulfing her small frame and providing warmth and security.

It swallowed her whole, the fabric heavy with his musky scent. She instinctively tugged the coat tighter around her waist, as though it could somehow shield her from the flurry of emotions racing through her.

"Stay," he murmured, his voice low--an almost command mixed with a protective tenderness that made her stomach flutter.

Jungkook nodded, her fingers briefly brushing the coat's edge, pulling it tighter across her chest. She couldn't help but feel small and delicate beneath his gaze, even as she sat there, half-hidden beneath his coat. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, suddenly aware of how exposed she was, even with his coat shielding her.

Taehyung walked toward the door. With a glance toward Jungkook, he opened the door, his posture composed as he greeted the employee with a polite nod.

An employee stood on the other side, holding a carefully arranged lunch tray. He bowed deeply, his voice polite but nervous as he greeted him. "Mr. Kim, your lunch, sir."

Taehyung nodded curtly, his expression remaining neutral. "Thank you." His tone was low and carried authority that made people instinctively straighten their spines.

The employee, clearly uneasy under Taehyung's piercing gaze, handed over the tray with both hands, bowing once more before stepping back. He glanced into the office for a fraction of a second, curiosity flickering in his eyes, but Taehyung's sharp gaze snapped to him instantly.

It was a silent warning, a reminder of his place.

The employee swallowed hard, bowing again. "I'll take my leave now, sir."

Without waiting for further acknowledgment, he turned and walked away with hurried steps. With that, the door was shut, the soft click of the latch resonating through the room.

Taehyung leaned against it for a moment, taking a deep breath. He had to admit, the intrusion had caught him off guard but his focus quickly shifted back to Jungkook, his heart still beating erratically from the closeness they had shared moments ago.

Turning back to her, he noticed the way she adjusted the coat, still sitting on the couch as if the fabric wasn't enough to shield her from the flustered feeling she wore so easily.

Taehyung's lips curled into a small smile. The things she does to me...

Walking back toward her, he set the tray down on the small table by the couch. "Lunch," he said simply, his tone softer now, though the faint edge of his CEO persona still remained back.

Jungkook look up, her lips twitching into a small smile. "You scared them half to death,"

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into the faint smirk. "It's good," he replied, his deep voice carrying an air of nonchalance. "If they're too distracted to focus on their tasks, they should at least learn to be efficient in their fear."

Jungkook rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her amusement.

Taehyung sat beside her on the couch, his long legs brushing hers as he leaned back slightly, his eyes flickering over her. Jungkook shifted slightly, settling into the cushion, but the cool chain around her waist brushed against her skin as she moved, sending a subtle shiver through her.

Taehyung noticed, of course.

His gaze was too sharp to miss even the smallest of her reactions. "Still wearing my coat, hmm?" he said, his voice low but warm, carrying a teasing note that made her stomach flutter with anticipation.

Jungkook arched a brow and turned her head toward him, her lips curving into a sassy grin. "Why wouldn't I?" she retorted, flicking the edge of the coat. "Especially since someone decided to do dirty to my shirt."

"Did dirty to your shirt?" he repeated, his tone feigning innocence, though the mischievous tilt of his head gave him away. "I wouldn't call it that."

"Oh, don't play coy with me," Jungkook shot back, crossing her legs and sitting up straighter. "You attacked my shirt with zero warning, Mr. Kim. And now, here I am, reduced to a damsel wrapped up in your coat."

Taehyung chuckled, leaning forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees as he looked at her.

"Damsel?" he mused, his tone dipping into that maddeningly calm register. "You don't look like a damsel to me. If anything, you look like a queen surveying her kingdom in my coat."

Jungkook rolled her eyes at his smooth reply. "Flattery won't fix my blouse," she said, though her voice softened slightly.

"Sure," Taehyung agreed, leaning back again, his arm still resting along the couch's backrest. "But it might make you forget about it for a while."

Jungkook huffed, shaking her head but her expression didn't go unnoticed. The silence between them stretched, comfortable yet charged, as their eyes met. Taehyung's dark gaze lingered on her that made her heart race.

"The chain," he said suddenly, his tone gentler now. "Is it too cold?"

Jungkook shook her head quickly. "No, it's not that," she replied, her voice quiet. "It's just... different. I've never worn anything like this before."

Taehyung's smirk returned, this time softer, his hand resting lightly against the curve of her waist. "It suits you," he murmured, his thumb brushing against the chain.

"Delicate but strong. Beautiful."

Jungkook tilted her head, narrowing her eyes at Taehyung as he leaned forward, the takeout containers neatly laid out on the table in front of them. He picked up the spoon and deftly opened a box of rice and grilled vegetables. Jungkook leaned back against the cushions, arms crossed as she watched him with curiosity.

"Sometimes, I wonder," she began, "are you human or animal?"

Taehyung's brows lifted, the corner of his mouth twitching into a barely-there smirk.

"That depends," he said smoothly. "What do you like?"

"What do I like?" Jungkook blinked and pouted, tapping her chin with index finger.

"Yes," Taehyung replied, leaning slightly forward, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "If you like humans, then I'm human. If you prefer animals... well, I could make an exception."

Jungkook's breath hitched, her cheeks heating as she stared at him, momentarily speechless. Taehyung hold up a spoonful of rice toward her lips. Jungkook narrowed her gaze at him but leaned forward, taking the bite.

Taehyung's gaze lingered on her as she chewed, his fingers brushing hers briefly as he handed her a bottle of water. Jungkook took the bottle, her fingers grazing his as she accepted it. She sipped quietly, trying to steady the sudden flutter in her chest.

"You're too good at this," she said, breaking the silence.

"At what?"

"This," she motioned toward the food. "Feeding me, saying things that make my heart do... things."

Taehyung chuckled softly, shaking his head as he reached for the vegetables next. "I wasn't aware hearts could 'do things,' Mrs. Kim. Should I call a doctor?"

Jungkook swatted his arm, her cheeks flushing. "You know what I mean, Mr. Kim."

He picked up a small piece of cucumber and held it toward her, his tone teasing yet firm. "Eat."

She obliged, crunching on the vegetable while glaring at him playfully. "You're bossy."

Taehyung tilted his head, his smirk softening into something almost affectionate. "You don't seem to mind."

Jungkook huffed, looking away as if she wasn't affected by his words. "I tolerate it,"

He fed her another bite before taking one himself, the silence between them feeling oddly comfortable. After a moment, he leaned back slightly, setting the spoon down for a brief pause.

"You never answered my question earlier," he said, his deep voice breaking the quiet.

"What question?" she asked, frowning slightly as she leaned toward the food.

"Do you like humans or animals?"

Jungkook picked up a piece of radish from his plate and popped it into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. She tilted her head, pretending to consider. "I think I like humans. They're simpler."

Taehyung raised a brow. "Simpler, hmm?"

"Yeah," she said, smirking as she met his gaze. "Less complicated, more predictable. But exception is everywhere. Certain species who tear shirts and then act like saints while feeding lunch."

He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "Its good you didn't choose animal"

Jungkook arched an eyebrow. "Oh? Why's that?"

"Because," Taehyung replied, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, "if I were an animal, I'd be the kind that doesn't let you go once I've got you."

Jungkook's mouth fell open in shock at his bold words. Before she could muster a comeback, Taehyung seized the moment, lifting a piece of lava cake to her lips. The rich chocolate glistened as it teased her senses.

The warm chocolate melted instantly, a hint of the rich sauce clinging to the corner of her lips.

Taehyung leaned closer, his thumb brushing over the chocolate smudge. "Eat, Mrs. Kim," he murmured. "You'll need energy for later."

"For what?" Jungkook asked, her narrowed eyes scanning his smug expression suspiciously.

Taehyung shrugged, leaning back though his smirk was impossible to miss.

"For dealing with me, of course."

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