"Another coffee, please Jungkook?"

"This is gonna be your last one " he grunts visibly

Yes, after mine 8th cup he started refusing to bring me any, acting like he's the adult- he is also an adult, but I'm the adult in charge

"you've got a parcel," he puts a box over my table beside the coffee he brought

"hm, I don't remember ordering anything"

"Then we should throw this away" he says

"let me see first what's inside" I say

"I'm not letting you open this, it could have explosives" he shakes his head as if he just imagine my head exploding

"Thats far fetched, let me just open this, or the curiosity will kill me like the cat" I laugh taking the box

"Nope, you're really that curious, I'm going to open it" he snatches the box from me and goes to his desk with his unleaving eyes at me

"scaredy cat" I mumble under my breath taking the claw clip from my desk as I pull my hair up

my eyes glance at his to see if if he's opened it or not, there is an exacto knife between his fingers but his eyes don't linger on them, instead they linger on me. He stares at me as if in a daze

"Watch out for you hand" I say

but it's too late, by the time I have bunned my hair with the claw clip, I look back and see blood oozing out of his finger

And the fool is still staring at me!

"Jungkook!" I hiss running to him

Taking his finger in mine came as a natural reflex, inspecting the wound as I wipe the blood with a tissue from his desk that he's standing in front of. The wound is about and inch deep.

"The heck were you thinking? Why were you staring at me!"

"Huh" he asks staring confusedly at me

"You hand," I remind, for the first time his eyes go to his thumb that he cut then back at me

"Oops" he mutters sheepishly

"oops? Oh don't you oops me you brat, why are you so careless!"

"You go around looking so gorgeous, Noona, why am I at fault for being lost in you" he whispers, voice low and melodic with hint of tease

I totally ignore the blush creeping up to my face as I roll my eyes

"Still pinning the blame at me!" I run to fetch the first aid kit, not before making him sit on the couch first "Sit here, and don't move"

He obediently sits there as I stand in front of him, bandaging the finger after disinfecting it.

"What am I gonna do with you!" I sigh at his carelessness, I can't let him near sharp objects again

"Oh, there is a wide variety of things you can do with me but only if you're brave enough " he winks

"Not again" I deadpan

"Noona, you know I just almost cut my whole thumb off for you.. Don't you think I deserve something?" he asks

Oh no, you're not getting it

"Yes, I'll buy you a Binggrae Banana milk" I smile about to move away

"What am I, a 5 year old?" he scoffs

"So what do you want, a beer ?" I scoff back "You're still a kid, you're not getting a drink"

" I am still a kid? " he repeats, lifting an eyebrow cockily

"Yeah, a big baby who just cut his finger opening a parcel" I remind snickering

"Oh well, you're right" I am?

"Well then, if I am a kid, then kissing me would mean nothing, right Noona?" he continues

"What ! " I gulp,

"Come on, you just said I am a kid, so kiss my boo boo away" he mimics a childish voice that goes so nicely with his big Doe eyes

"Only on the cheek" I remind, sighing that there is no way out

Just as I lean down to his seated position, to kiss his cheeks, a pair of muscular arms pull me to his lap with strength. Taken aback by surprise, I land on his lap with my lips on his lips

"mhm" a breathy noise escapes me into his mouth in the process

For a moment my mind decideds to shit down, to stop functioning, to believe it doesn't exist and to forget why I was kissing, to just focus on the kiss!

His skilled lips suck onto my upper lip as I feel the lip ring in between my own. The cold metal against my now warm mouth almost makes me winch, with my mind gone blank I suck his bottom lips. Like I've always wanted to, like I needed to

His warm nasal breath send shivers all over me, he's so so good at him, how many girls did he kiss to be this good?

The way his pillowy lips fit around me, the way they just don't ever stop, the way I want them to be all around me to the deepest darkest parts

*Buzz* I shriek at the vibration of my phone in my pocket and my eyes widen

And then the realization all comes crashing down to me, so I push him on his chest to get away and got up- I mean fell down but still

"I'm sorry" I mutter scrambling away out of the room not meeting his eyes until I'm at the door

but the look in his eyes stayed in mine.

In the terrace, all alone I scream, only thrice, on top of my lungs. It's a 20 stories building so no one will hear.

How could I kiss back? I'm so fcking pathetic, he is playing me and I am making a fool out of myself

but the look in his eyes?

When I was getting out I expected him to be smug and have a cocky grin or at least a smile of satisfaction. But he had none of that, to my surprise he had a frown. A deep frown of disappointment,

Why are you disappointed, did you expect me to drag you to my car and fck you in the back seat?

Gatsby deserved better