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It's hard to see Jungkook in a suit after he starts his freelance job. Often he just wore a t-shirt, jacket, and jeans. But today he had a meeting with a corporate advertising company, so he wore a suit to appear formal.
Chaeyoung glance at him as she prepared a small breakfast at the kitchen island. She's not working today since the kids have started the summer holiday.
"Will you come back for lunch or not?" she asked, walking around the kitchen taking out a cup.
"I'm not sure, but I will text you about that..." Jungkook walks closer to the kitchen island, sipping his hot chocolate before pulling Chaeyoung into his arms. "How do I look?"
She giggles, "You look handsome and perfect like usual." Her fingers fix a few strands of his hair that fell on his forehead.
Jungkook's smiles widen before leaning down to kiss Chaeyoung on the lips.
"You too.. still look beautiful even with your bed hair..." his head leans down again to meet her lips. "you know what, I have 40 minutes before Taehyung come and fetch me" he murmurs into the kiss.
Chaeyoung chuckles against his lips as he kisses her again. The kiss turned deeper and heated, his hands roaming up and down her sides. She didn't even realize when her back was pinned onto the kitchen island. Her breath became irregular as he caressed her body.
But suddenly Jungkook's phone rang.
She thought he will stop the kiss. But no, he stretches his hands and slip deep under her nightdress.
"Jungkook, your phone..." she pulls her face from the kiss.
"Ignore it," he said, pressing himself to her again. He tries to her but she covers his lips with her palm.
"What if it's Taehyung, he always came early...go answer the phone." She pulls out his hand under her dress and glares at him to show how serious she was.
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Jungkook sighs, but he sneakily lowers his head and pecked her lips contentedly before he stretches his arm to take his phone. Yes, it's Taehyung.
"What?" - that was Jungkook's first words answering the phone.
Chaeyoung chuckles as she could hear Taehyung's voice saying he's already downstairs. She uses the moment to fix Jungkook's suit and his hair while he talks to Taehyung.
Jungkook sighs as he ended the call. "I need to go now, Taehyung should find a girlfriend so that he will stop coming early and bugging us."
Chaeyoung just smiles, she helps him carrying his bag to the door.
"I have to go now, I'll text you about the lunch." He takes his bag from her hands.
"Okay, bye..." Chaeyoung watches Jungkook walk off to the door until the door closes again.
She turns to walk back to the living room, thinking maybe she should start cleaning the apartment, but then she heard the door open again. She sees Jungkook at the door breathless, seems like he was running back.
"Jungkook? did you leave something behind?" she asked as she sees him take his shoes off.
"I forgot something important..." he walks inside. But instead of walking to the living room or bedroom, he walks to her.
Chaeyoung's eyes widen when Jungkook cups her face and kiss her lips.
"I forgot to kiss you....and I love you," he smiles into the kiss.
Chaeyoung chuckles against his lips, "Okay...you better go now, Taehyung is waiting."
Jungkook frowns, "I won't go... not until you said you love me back."
She laughs, then she cups his face "YES I LOVE YOU!" Chaeyoung smooches his lips with the loud kissy noise before let go of his face.
Jungkook smiles happily before runs back to the door.
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