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𝗤𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲. 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 *𝗩𝗢𝗧𝗘* 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸. *𝗩𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲*.

𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 '⭐️'

✨️💎🔸️🔹️💎🔸️🔹️💎🔸️🔹️💎🔸️🔹️💎✨️

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"Y/N, Mr. Song needs you in his office, something regarding the data on newly imported fabrics." Minjin, the marketing manager and also your work bestie informed, as she exited your boss's office.

Your boss was the CEO of Song fashion, in whose fashion firm you worked as his personal secretary. Having majored in fashion, the job suited you particularly well. And the remuneration was ample to support your living with Jungkook.

"Okay, Minnie. I'll get going" you huffed as you assembled the pile of papers deftly into a file. Making your descent to the place you also detested the most- Mr. Song's private office.

While your boss was a married man, his comportment said otherwise. He would often make questionable advances towards you despite knowing you have a boyfriend.

Oh for heaven's sake. He was married.

Yet his sordid gaze couldn't go unnoticed by your feminine sixth sense. His intentions weren't definitely chaste, you had figured. But still, he hadn't overtly crossed the line towards you, so you endured it everyday for you and your beloved's sake. Finding a new job in this cut throat industry wasn't so easy after all.

"Hello there Miss Y/N, I was missing you. Why don't you have a seat" Mr. Song manspreaded on his executive leather chair, as if covertly hinting you to sit on his lap.

"I have brought the textile import data file Mr. Song. All the latest data regarding the prices is stated in the sheet in an ascending order." you stood in front of his desk, unwilling to spend any more time in his presence that too, in private where there was no one to witness his lecherous advances.

"Oh what a pity Miss YN, I was hoping you'd sit on my lap and bestow your warmth to me. It seems you're in a rush for something" Mr. Song stood himself up as his frame towered over yours, intruding your personal space almost cornering you.

The back of his hand traced your lissom cheek causing you to shut your eyes, eyebrows furrowing in sheer loathe. As if sensing your decorous timidity, he wrapped his filthy hands around the small of your back, squishing your form towards his shirt clad chest.

The abominable action caused you to instantly shove his abhorrent figure away from you. As you made a run for the doors.

"I have left the file on the table Mr. Song. Excuse me, Sir" you muttered, voice quivering as you faded away.

The sick man smirked in triumph at having let the mouse loose.

"You'll come around Miss Y/N" he malevolently chuckled as he scented his hands which were reeking of your soft touch.

You slammed the washroom door behind you as your legs became weak and you melted down on the floor. Sobbing tears of revulsion and helplessness. You wanted to depurate his filthy touch from your body.

"I can't work here anymore" you hiccupped. As imagery of your beloved boyfriend struck in front of your eyes. Giving you a speck of strength to collect your emotions for at least his sake.

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"Shawty! Baby, you're home! How was ya day mah love?" Jungkook lifted your languished form in his brawny arms like you were his precious feather. Kissing you deeply.

"My darling hottie worked so hard today. I made your favourite Kimchi Jjigae, love" he eskimo kissed you as he carried you like a koala onto the couch. Oblivious of your morose state.

"It was okay J. I am just tired. Like usual. How was your meeting with that agent?" you drew his onyx locks in your phalanges as you caressed his nape, sitting on his lap.

"It was great Shawty! They saw my rap portfolio and said they will have me meet Namjoon! Can you believe THE KIM NAMJOON?" Jungkook beamed, cradling your petite form side to side in ebullience.

"Oh that name does ring a bell. Is he that famous rapper?" you yawned, resting your muddled head on his robust chest. Sniffing his scent to lull yourself more.

"My Shawty he ain't just any rapper. He is the biggest hot rapper of the time, a living legend to me in fact. He has his own label, baby! Imagine he signs me to his label. My dream will finally become true. You'd no longer have to work anymore, my love. I will buy you the biggest house, you'd sleep on stacks of cash, my cupcake" he chanted as he squished your cheeks to plump your lips for him to devour. He was overly ecstatic.

Perhaps your man was finally getting the recognition he deserved. That bunny smile, those crinkling honey pools, they meant the heaven and above to you. His happiness mattered to you the most in this world. And that was, when HE was your world.

"I am so happy for you. My Kookie" you smiled, shedding your pearls of pride for your man.

"Aye Aye aye! No cry, my Shawty. My duty is to get your panties wet, not your eyes, my love" he wiped your tears as he planted seeds of his adoration on the field of your face.

You became beet red at his playful words. This is why you loved him so much. He'd make you laugh even while crying. He had the power to turn your sad tears into tears of joy.

Your emotional alchemist, that's what he was.

"I love you my baby. I owe my life to you, my Shawty." he scented your vanilla shampoo as he pressed his forehead against yours.

"I will be a better, if not best man for you." he mumbled as he planted a final wet peck on your forehead.

"You are already the best man, my J." you replied, while gazing at the galaxy that were his eyes.

Your love bubble was popped by the growling wolf that was howling from your entrails. Causing both of you to snort and giggle.

"Babe that tummy needs food before love. Come on." he poked your fluffy belly causing you to squeal.

The serenity of the moment was accompanied by Jungkook hand feeding his delicacy morsel by morsel to you, while you whined as he over fed you. Claiming, you need all nutrients to stay healthy and that he'll help you burn your calories in bed.

🍪 Kookie's extra crumbs 🍪

૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

How Jungkook got his Shawty's ring size?

Flashback

"Ugh" Jungkook groaned as he slammed his vibrating phone that he'd been nursing close to his shirtless chest. Ever since he snuggled under the sheets tonight, with you.

Tonight's the night.

He has to execute his innocent subterfuge.

So, just like the nocturnal bunny he was, he hoped out of the bed stealthily, making sure he doesn't awake you. He softly rose the little amount of covers he was wrapped in and tip toed in the dark to your side. Relying just on his olfactory, scenting senses like a rabbit on his nightly forage in the pitch dark.

As for you, you were sprawled out like a starfish, hogging most of the mattress. Your mop of hair resting on the pillow, the latter bedewed by your drool that escaped your ajar mouth. Your enticing lips puffy and plump, murmuring sweet babbles while you slept like his bewitching beauty.

"So cute" he whispered as he tucked your hair strands away from your face, resisting the ineffable urge to litter your pretty face with plethora of kisses.

But he doesn't have time for that. He was a soldier on mission. A man on duty, he must not get distracted.

Before checking in you're still asleep, he tip toed to the washroom to retrieve his weapon. The ammunition for tonight's heist which he was about to commit.

After seconds of rummaging the cupboard, he found his coveted armament and grasped it tight in his fist.

"Don't disappoint me" he muttered to the said weapon and proceeded to his territory.

Just like a soldier in battlefield with his trusted artillery, he combat crawled across the carpeted floor in the darkness. Your snores being akin to the feeble sounds of firing at distance in battlefield.

When he finally found himself knelt down in front of his time ticking bomb, it was his responsibility to defuse it as soon as possible.

So he delicately wrapped and knotted the thin thread of the dental floss around your ring finger. Your left hand, hanging from the bed because of your dynamic sleeping positions. It was like a choreography, your body danced on the bed as the hours of the deep night turned in.

And just as he was wrapping the thin thread around your slender finger, you stirred and rolled around in your sleep. Your back now facing the bed edge, as you literally dragged him along. He was forced to move along with you, because he didn't want to wake you up.

The scene was akin to a cowboy dragging livestock with his lasso. Except that it was not a looped rope but a dental floss knotted around your ring finger. And Jungkook was the cowboy who got dragged on to his side of mattress with the thread. While the livestock that was you snored peacefully.

"Baby, please don't wake up" he chanted under his breath. His eyes shutting in fear as he heard you stir and wake up.

Being the quick witted rapper he was, he immediately popped your ring finger in his mouth. And proceeded to act asleep.

"Mmmh Kookie, J? Ugh" you yawned as you tried to cuddle closer to him, but you felt this wet, slimy sensation on your hand.

"Wait, what! Ya J! What are you doing" you whined when you beheld the sight in front of you.

"Mmh, strawberry ice cream" he babbled and clutched your ring finger in his hand, to dexterously grab the loop that had been perfectly sized up to your ring size.

With a sleight of hand and comedic squirming he managed to successfully put the knotted loop in his pyjama pant's pocket.

"Gosh! You're gross J" you cried petulantly and wiped your finger off his naked chest.

"Mmh Shawty come here mah sweet ice cream." he rambled and clutched you against his muscular pecs. Smiling at his successful mission and ignoring your cute whining. The latter playing like a victory song to his valiant feet.

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