2: LIBERTINE

Warning: Mature content

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He had his eyes close, slowly moving his unbelievably soft lips against yours.

His long lashes flickered as he pressed even more to deepen the kiss, and the hand on your back tightened. You could see all these since your eyes were still wide open due to his abrupt actions.

He groaned while carefully letting his weight upon you so you were fully lying on the bed with your back on it, and he was half hovering over you. His hand went to your face, immediately sensing the steaming warmth it had due to your flustered state.

You could almost feel him smirk on your lips.

Your lids started to gave in, finally responding to his sensual kisses, closing your eyes and following his movements on your mouth almost losing breath whenever he’d sucked your lower and upper plum lips.

That was your first kiss.

And it tasted oh so sweet.

He tasted sweet,-- and maybe more?

He was like honey mixed with lemon zest, or strawberries on melted chocolates. Sugary yet it had something to sting on your very tongue.

A chuckle emerged from somewhere, and then all of a sudden you heard his voice in your head,

“Aren’t you enjoying too much?”

Just like lightning had landed upon you, your whole body jolted awake, immediately sitting up in the bed and gasping for air.

Your eyes landed on the door of the huge bedroom you were in and there he was, body leaning against the threshold looking at you with a blank expression.

This time he was wearing a white polo shirt, dangerously tucked in on his black slacks.

With his sleeves rolled up, he had his arms cross over his chest allowing you to notice how his muscles flexed under the thin fabric of his clothing.

Soon after the eye contact he stood up and straight, his expression still didn’t change as he spoke.

“Meet me in the living room in five,” and then he left.

It was just a dream!

You let out the breath that you didn’t even notice you were holding until he left, and then you close your eyes placing your palm on your chest to feel your racing heartbeat.

Five minutes.

Shit!

With swift movements, you went to the bathroom, did your routine and stared at the mirror for almost sixty seconds, just to make sure you look presentable.

Tsk.

Why are you even conscious with your appearance?

It’s so not you.

You shook your head in attempt to wake your nerves up, and you headed out of the elegantly designed bedroom towards the living roo--

Where the fuck was the freaking living room?

Damn the place was huge.

It’s a mansion for crying out loud.

How the hell were you suppose to know where the living room is?

“What took you so long?”

You jumped from where you were standing as his voice echoed from behind.

Turning around, you saw him at the end of the hallway looking anything but pleased.

“Follow me,” he turned his back on you and started to walk towards the floor’s balcony and down to the grand staircase.

Yep, grand staircase.

The kind you only see in movies with the whole two staircases mirroring each other. Their railings were full of delicately designed patterns which made you think that they might be handcrafted. Each step was outlined with this deep black colored carpet, even darker than the night sky.

As you followed from behind this man, you looked around the place. Your hand gripped on the stair’s hand rail as you went down every step, taking in the beauty of the whole mansion.

It didn’t took you long to realized how this man loves the color black, as you could see how the whole theme of the place was black mixed with a touch of white.

From the black matte tiles on the floor—accompanied by the fluffy looking carpet by the black couch— to the black modernized chandelier hanging in the center of the whole area.

“Faster, we don’t have all day,” he blurted which brought you back to your senses.

He was already standing at the end of the staircase waiting for you.

Once both of you were seated on the incredibly comfy couch he immediately laid down a thick stack of cash on the glass table before you.

“Wha--,” you were about to ask but he interrupted you.

Gosh, this guy just loves to interrupt people.

“I want you to clean every single spot in this house, without missing anything.”

Your mouth fell open.

Turned out your mouth usually fell open a bit often since you met this guy.

“How --?”

Again he cut you off.

“Clean all of my cars, my study and all of the rooms,” he paused, “except for mine,” he added.

And the way his voice dropped in very low made you gulped.

“Don’t ever enter my room unless you were called upon, especially at night. Buy everything you need with this money. Also, new clothes,” he added looking at your lose button that had been removed due to the happenings the night before. Your fingers immediately gripped on your shirt to close it.

Funny how your name tag wasn’t removed at all.

“I’m heading out for the day,” he stood up, “I want my dinner prepared at exactly nine p.m.”

You were about to protest but he was fast to spoke again.

“And I want everything polished by the time I arrived back home.”

He snatched his coat by the sofa and already had his back on you ready to leave, but everything he just asked you do to in just one day, were humanly impossible.

“But I don’t think it’s--,” you tried to reason.

He suddenly turned around to face you once more, his hand were on your chin holding it up in a harsh manner, he let his eyes bore holes into your soul.

“I don’t want to hear any complaints,” he threatened, “or I’ll have to punish you.”

He let go of you and headed towards the door shutting it with a loud bang.

What did you got yourself into?

You kept asking the same question over and over again.

Maybe it was better when you were in the cafe serving people --- , but as soon as the image of your boss flashed before you, the thought of coming back there immediately turned into dust.

It was already 7pm and you were outside cleaning his cars, five cars to be exact. You tried your very best to clean everything up inside the house and now you were stuck in the cold winter breeze while you cleaned up his beloved rides.

You haven’t eaten anything yet since you literally have no spare time to do so. The sound of your stomach protesting was keeping you out of focus, but as seconds went by you could feel your energy evaporating like a puddle under the scorching heat.

When you checked your phone again, the time went by real fast and it was already 8:50pm.

The dinner!

You still haven’t finished cleaning all of the cars, but thinking about it, it’s impossible for him to check on each one especially since it’s already night time, plus he can’t use all at once.

So you left the cars and went inside to finally prepare for dinner.

Fuck.

You didn’t know how to cook.

All this time you were only having the food that was given to you by your boss’ maid everyday, which was only enough for you to be alive.

So you really had no idea how to cook.

Your eyes rolled around the kitchen looking for something easy to cook, and when you opened one of the cupboards a pack of ramen was laying there untouched.

You were about to reach for it when you suddenly heard the front door opening and closing which made you froze in place.

“Y/N!” His voice echoed to the whole mansion and your feet voluntarily ran towards the living room.

You a heard a girl’s voice and a giggle which got you knitting your brows together until you finally reached the scene.

They were all over each other, his hair was a mess, his carefully tucked in shirt was already untucked and the first two buttons were undone. The light colored skin of his neck was now stained with her red lipstick.

He was kissing her, while her hands roamed around his chest probably trailing his obviously toned physique.

The scene somehow made you sick.

His eyes were opened while he was kissing her and when he finally saw you standing awkwardly by the wall he left the hot make out and addressed you.

“No need to make me dinner Y/N,” he smirked at the girl, “I just had my dinner with her, and will have my dessert later,” he added.

She laughed like a maniac, tapping her palm over his chest, “you’re such a tease,” she said with her high pitched voice making the pain on your head to worsen.

“Okay mister,” you answered anyway, slightly bowing.

They walked towards your direction, and he stopped fast in front of you for a bit, “Jungkook, call me Jungkook.”

And you looked up at him to meet his serious looking eyes and you felt the world stopped for a second.

Something about him was so inviting.

“Hey, you didn’t tell me your name earlier,” the girl whined turning his head to face her.

Jungkook chuckled as he dragged her up the stairs and into his room.

You were so hungry earlier but all of a sudden you lost your appetite just like that. Instead, you brought a gallon of water into your room which turned out to be the bedroom beside Jungkook’s.

All you wanted was to just sleep and rest your tired body but with the sounds coming from the room next to yours, it seemed like you would have to give up sleep as well.

Freshness enveloped your body as you finished taking your hot bath. It somehow helped lessen the fatigue you had since earlier.

But as soon as you sat on your bed, you had to curse under your breath as you started to hear them again.

“Ahhh!! Yesss! Mr. Jeon, fuck me harder!” She screamed and you could hear his loud groans accompanied by the continuous banging of the headboard on the wall.

Great! So his bed is up against your fucking wall.

You thought of transferring to another bedroom but based on his personality, you’d rather not dare to.

So instead, you rolled over the bed, pushed a pillow over your head to cover your innocent ears and close your eyes shut in hopes to find sleep in that situation.

When you opened your eyes again, you just realized that you actually fell asleep and now the room next to yours was strangely quiet.

They must be sleeping already.

You sat up ready to drink another glass of water but the bottle you brought earlier was already empty.

A sigh left your lips as you stood up and headed to the kitchen to get another bottle and maybe get some snack as well.

You were pouring some water to your container when someone spoke behind you.

“What are you doing so late?”

You turned around and almost cursed when you realized how close he was to you leaving you no choice but to lean your body on the marbled countertop.

“I’m getting some water,” you answered.

“Mmh, I see,” he was so close now that your bodies were already touching.

He snaked his hand to your waist and leaned towards your ear. You were holding your breath while your fingers hold tight on the counter.

“Did you heard us fucking?” He asked, hot breath fanning the sensitive skin on the side of your ear.

You swallowed hard.

“I know you want to feel my touch too,” he whispered seductively nipping your earlobe which made you gasped.

“Mr. Jeon.”

“Jungkook, I told you to call me Jungkook,” he reminded you. “Do you want me too?”

Jungkook pressed you to him, not leaving any space in between before he glided his tongue on your skin earning a restrained moan from your parted lips.

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A/N:

"Every single thing about you takes my breath away”

-Jo