– Next day –

Thursday, August 12th, 2021.

7 am.

After my morning routine, I leave the bathroom. The sun is already peeking through the window, signaling that another day has begun. I hope today will be better than yesterday.

Before going out of the bedroom, I look at Jungkook, who is still sleeping. I walk up to him and wake him up. "Jungkook..." I say softly, knowing today will be difficult after all the alcohol he must have consumed last night. "Hey," I stroke his warm cheek, and he opens his eyes. Slowly, he comes back to reality, and I move back. "You're gonna be late if you don't wake up now."

He frowns and rubs his face. "I feel like shit. What time is it?"

"Seven in the morning," I tell him, and he groans and lies on his back, running a hand through his messy hair. I do not speak to him after all that happened yesterday, and I head to the door to leave the room.

15 minutes later...

Jungkook walking down the stairs as I just finished eating some cereals, I look up at him once he comes within sight, and his eyes meet mine. I grab my bowl and move to the kitchen to wash it, and I hear him follow.

"You didn't cook today?" he notices, and I shake my head. "I just ate some cereals, and made you that," I open the fridge and show him the dish. "And there's some food for lunch if you want. There's also a painkiller on the table if you have a headache."

He remains silent but gazes at me attentively. I can feel the weight of yesterday's argument still lingering in the air.

He takes his breakfast out of the fridge and puts it down next to me as I dry my bowl.

"Y/n," he speaks and stays near. "I'm sorry about yesterday. I'm an asshole."

I put the bowl down and drop the dish towel. "You called me by your ex's name when you came back home drunk last night," I look at him, making him realize his mistake and how much hurt this caused. "I...What?"

"You called me Chloe," I say, unable to get this out of my head. "Baby, I'm so sorry. I don't know why I did that, but I promise this would never have happened if I was sober."

"How can this even happen?" I mumble and look away. Just as I begin to feel the pain crush my heart, he pulls me into a tight hug and whispers, "I don't know. I'm so sorry you had to hear that. I feel horrible," he rubs the nape of my neck, and I let myself melt into his embrace.

"I love you," he whispers. "I was just angry and not feeling good, but I promise it won't ever happen again."

"I love you too," I tighten my hold around his waist, his hand sliding over my neck to reach out for my cheek. He raises my head up to look into my eyes and rubs my skin with his thumb. His hand moves down to my throat and leaves some gentle caresses over it.

He leans in and kisses my lips, slowly and passionately, making my heart race. I am completely lost in the moment, forgetting what happened yesterday. He does not stop but deepens the kiss, sending shivers down my spine.

I feel so good whenever he touches me.

Wanting more of him, I stand on my tiptoes and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He drags his hand down my throat, chest, and stomach to cup my waist. He presses my body against his, drawing me in with a passion I missed. He turns us to the left and forces me against the counter, his hands squeezing my hips.

For a moment, he pauses, his eyes locked on mine. He runs his fingers under my top and gets my back to arch. His touch against my skin sends shivers down my spine, igniting a fire within me.

I can feel myself losing control as he leans in to press his lips against my neck. Sensing the warmth of his breath on my skin, I shut my eyes and tilt my head, offering more of my neck to him.

He kisses it softly, his warm tongue wetting my skin. I let out a soft moan, unable to resist his touch any longer, and he sucks on my neck while crushing my waist with his hands. I feel a rush of desire flooding through my body. My body arches towards him, craving more of his touch, and he nibbles on my skin. He leaves a trail of kisses down to my collarbone, making me bite my lips and grab his hair;

A heavy sigh hits my wet skin, and he pulls away. "I gotta stop, or we'll be late," he whispers, but I pull him back in for a kiss. "Just a little bit more, please," I whisper back, unable to resist his touch. He smiles and leans in for another passionate kiss. As our lips meet again, he slides his tongue in my mouth, exploring every inch with gentle precision.

Our bodies melt together in perfect harmony, and he runs one hand down my stomach but goes lower and lower. I lift one leg up his side as he reaches my most intimate area. I moan softly at the feeling of some rubbing, and he breaks the kiss to stare at me.

His fingers rubbing me over my pants, I arch my back and whisper his name, and his eyes darken with desire. "It feels good?" he asks me, his voice low and husky. I can only nod in response, too overwhelmed by the sensation to speak. I am getting more and more turned on.

As I can feel the heat pooling between my legs, he adds more pressure, his middle finger following the seams of my pants as his eyes cannot leave mine. My breathing becomes heavier and I struggle to maintain control, my body trembling under his touch. He worsens my state by sliding his fingers up, opening my pants, and slipping his hand under the fabric, making direct contact with my skin.

I cannot open my eyes anymore, my body completely consumed by the overwhelming sensation.

He drops his other hand on the counter behind me and pushes his fingers deeper in my underwear, causing me to gasp in pleasure. Loving how good this feels, I press myself further into his touch and feel him slide his middle finger inside me.

Losing my breath, I open my eyes and see him biting his lips. His finger curling inside me, he slowly hits that perfect spot and manages to make me moan again. "You love that spot, hm?" he whispers and goes a little faster, the palm of his hand slamming against me in a rhythmic motion that causes my entire body to weaken and shake. The pleasure is so overwhelming. "Yes, don't stop. Please..."

"Look at me," he commands, his eyes locking with mine as he continues his relentless pace. My lips part in a silent plea for more, his attention focusing on them. "Are you gonna come for me?" he breathes harder as well and smirks at the sound of my whiny 'Yeah'. "You're dripping wet," he growls, his voice nearly turning into a moan as he seems to be getting off to me. "You make me so fucking hard..."

The speed of his movements increases, sending me closer to the edge, and some whimpers escape me. I feel myself losing control to the full. "Harder," I gasp, digging my nails into his arm. The pleasure feeling intense and overwhelming. He picks up the pace, hitting all the right spots. "Like that?"

"Yeah-" I moan, my eyes closing, the heat covering my skin, and my heart pounding against my chest as I am hitting a strong climax. My head falls back, and the incredible pleasure weakens every inch of my body to drain me in an instant. The heat and pleasure spreading everywhere, I cannot help but let out a loud moan as my body collapses onto his.

He slows down after feeling me come, but keeps moving his fingers inside, teasing that sensitive spot he knows will make me lose my mind if he continues the right way. My legs wobbling more than obviously, he presses his finger into me and earns a faint moan, but he stops. He slides his finger out and picks me up, carries me to the living room, and drops me on it.

Understanding what he wants at the sight of him opening his pants, I take mine off and leave my underwear on the floor as well. Eager to keep going, he sits down next to me and pulls me onto his lap, his hard-on sticking out from his boxers. "Bend over," he looks into my eyes with a hunger that sends shivers down my spine, and I listen, hovering over him while straddling him.

"You got me so turned on," he slides two fingers back inside of me from behind, his eyes piercing mine with lust. "Does it hurt if I keep going?"

I shake my head, too lost in the pleasure to form words, and he begins a slow and sensual dance with his fingers against the right spot. I moan in response, my back arching to allow him to go deeper. I breathe out, no pain appearing at all as the sensitivity seems to only drive me even more crazy.

My breathing already quickening, my body responding eagerly to his touch, he slips his fingers out and grabs my hips. "Come here," he takes his cock out and positions me in the perfect way to be able to press it against my wetness. A moan escapes my lips as he pushes my hips down to enter me.

"Fuck...You feel so good..." his eyes roll back and bites his lips as a groan left his mouth, unable to contain himself any longer, he throws me on the sofa and gets on top. I feel myself tightening around him as he thrusts deeper. "I'm already gonna cum," he smiles feebly and slams his hips harder into mine, his beautiful eyes gradually closing and opening less frequently. "Do it inside me, please," I beg him and squeeze my legs against his waist, completely giving myself to him.

"Baby," he moans and slides his hands into mine, intertwining our fingers as he picks up the pace. His thrusts becoming faster and more urgent, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

He leans in for a deep, passionate kiss, and pushes my hands higher above my head as I surrender and feel a second orgasm building. Probably feeling the same, he releases a beautiful moan into my mouth and starts panting as we both reach the peak of ecstasy together.

"Fuck..." his hold tightening onto my hands, he pounds into me with even more intensity, eliciting a more intense orgasm. "I'm gonna cum inside you, baby," he whispers in my ear with an unsteady breathing. "Yeah," I nod, and my eyes close when I feel him become rougher with each thrust.

One of my moans echoes through his as he crushes my hands and pants into my ear. His body tense and ready to release, he gives a few last powerful thrusts before moaning into my ear and spreading his warmth inside me. He always sounds so pretty and hot when he lets go and gets vocal. I love the feeling of him losing control.

His breath tickling my skin as he slows down, he slides his hands away from mine and looks into my eyes. "You think you're gonna climax again?"

I confirm I can feel it coming, and he goes back to it for me, going fast while rubbing his thumb over my clit. "Here," he pants, "Let me take you there," he smiles, his eyes sparkling. "I'm almost there," I moan, feeling the bliss grow bigger.

He continues at the same pace, with the same pressure, until I lose myself into it, reach my peak, and shudder with pleasure. The orgasm is significantly stronger this time, causing my body to tense up, my legs and feet to briefly go numb, and tears to well up in my eyes.

The whimpers run out on repeat as I finally release all the built-up tension and emotion, and he slows down. Knowing this will be too much for me, he stops and pulls out as I try to catch my breath and compose myself.

He presses a kiss on my cheekbone, and whispers softly, "I love you," he straightens up and reaches out for some tissues on the table next to us. He picks up a few of them and wipes my skin before taking care of himself.

"We should hurry to not be late," he says as he cleans himself up and stands up. He grabs my underwear and drops them on my leg, so I put them back on, still feeling a little lightheaded.

"Will you be able to stand up?" he asks, chuckling. "Yeah, I think," I smile and get up. "What time is it?"

"We have five minutes left," he replies after checking his watch. "Alright," I hurry towards the bathroom, hoping to not be late to work. I did not expect this morning to be spent like this. Everything escalated pretty quickly.

•••

11:45 am.

The customers line growing longer as the peak lunch hour approaches, one colleague, Luciano, helps me make the drinks while Jungkook is taking care of the cash register and orders again.

"Don't forget the extra whipped cream on that Frappuccino," Luciano reminds me as we work together to keep up with the increasing demand. "I won't," I grab the bottle of whipped cream and quickly add a generous dollop to the top of the drink before putting it next to Wendy, who serves the customers.

"Which table does that one go to?" she asks me as I forgot to put the order ticket with it, and Luciano answers for me, allowing her to go.

"I'm sorry, I forgot the ticket," I apologize while heading back towards him. "It's okay, don't worry. It's the only one you forgot since the shift started."

"Here's a new order, ba-" Jungkook drops a ticket in front of me but makes the same mistake again. "...Before it...Whatever," he cannot find another word to say to make it up. "Okay," I cannot help smiling at his embarrassing slip up, and I grab a cup. "Is it a big order?" Luciano comes back after handing another order to Wendy. "Yeah, a little."

"Alright, take care of this one instead then," he replaces it with another he grabbed, and which is much easier to get ready. "Thank you," I hurry to make the new drink.

Today is so much better. Jungkook is not mad anymore, Thomas is not here, and Luciano, who just came back from a vacation, is the best colleague I have worked with so far. He is very calm, respectful, kind, and patient with me. The whole opposite of Thomas or Collen.

"Y/n," Luca startles me again, laying his veiny hand on the counter and standing next to me. "I'm sorry," he laughs at my reaction after I slightly jumped. "Can you get in my office before taking your break, please? It will only take a few minutes."

"I...yeah. Did I do something wrong?" I worry, wondering what this could be about. "No, you didn't. I just have some good stuff to tell you."

"Okay," I relax a bit, relieved that I am not in trouble. "What time is it though? Should I hurry?" I try my best to keep focusing on the drink while talking to him, and he checks his luxurious watch. "You can take your break in five or ten minutes, so no need to hurry. We got all day anyway."

"Alright, I'll finish this one and then come," I say with a smile. "Okay, I'll wait for you then," he replies before stepping away, but Luciano calls out to him. "Yes," he moves towards him. "Hey, I know it's a dumb question, but," he lowers his voice as if he did not want everyone to hear, both talking right next to me. "If the boss is here, I can't get a coffee and snack for free, can I? 'Cause I didn't have time to get any food for lunch this morning, and I'm starving."

"Well, he doesn't allow it, but it's not like he's going to be checking every five minutes. Just grab a snack and coffee if you want, but make sure to not do that too often," he shows some leniency, meaning Luciano is a good guy, otherwise, he would treat him like Thomas. "Thank you. It won't happen again, it's just for today."

"No worries, and if you ever need anything more, tell me and I'll get you some food from the bakery nearby," Luca responds kindly. Luciano gratefully accepts the offer and smiles warmly.

As Luca walks away, I put the drink and ticket on the serving area for Wendy and warn Luciano and Jungkook that I am leaving for a few minutes. Both nod to me, but Jungkook's face shows bother as he must have heard Luca and I.

I do not have time to explain further, so I walk away and head to Luca's office. As I approach it, I notice the door is already open, and someone is already talking inside, so I pause and wait to not interrupt.

"I got it, I will take care of everything," Luca says with a confident tone. "I wanted to ask you something more, Luca," a female voice I cannot identify, continues. "Tell me."

"Are you free this-"

"No, Selene. Please," he cuts her short. "I told you already, I'm not interested. I'm sorry."

"But why do you treat me that way if you're not interested?" she asks, misunderstanding Luca's behavior for sure. "I treat you all the same way. It happened with Wendy as well, and I know she told you about it, but I just see you as colleagues and nothing more, and I'm just doing my best to make sure you all feel good and included in the team."

"That's not true, Luca. I saw you with the new girl, and Wendy noticed it too. You favor her, and it makes us jealous, especially since we've been here longer and worked harder than her. So stop lying," she gets mad at him and includes me in this argument when I have nothing to do with all of this. "Don't start with that, please. Nora reacted the same way when you and Wendy were new. You just mistake my kindness and consideration for something else. Why can't you accept it when I say no?"

"Fine. I'm sorry. You can't blame us for catching feelings for you, though. You're an attractive man, you treat us so well, you're so much better than any other man we've ever met, but I understand. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," she realizes that she made a small mistake. "It's okay. I understand you too, and I'm sorry for making you feel that way. Let's just forget this."

"Yes, thank you for listening to me," she leaves and walks out, but as soon as I see her, she notices me too. She gives me a cold look and turns away without saying a word, heading to the cafeteria.

Now that his office is empty, I step towards it and knock on the open door to grab his attention.

"Oh, come in," he says with a smile on his face. I walk in and shut the door behind me, and I move to his desk to sit down.