17 - Photos

Jungkook

I sit in my office on this quiet Saturday, surrounded by near-empty corridors. I forced myself to come in—better than being in my empty apartment where I haven't unpacked my suitcase in two weeks.

My mind is a mess with all the things Namjoon said about submitting my papers, and work piles up like an avalanche.

For the past two hours, I've only managed to boot up my laptop and shuffle a few documents from one side of my desk to the other. Today, I realize, I'm not going to make any progress. I know what I need. I know who I need.

I take out my phone and dial.

"Jungkook, hi."

"Hi, pretty. What are you doing right now?"

"I'm on my way to the store, just realized my fridge is empty."

"I see. And what are you wearing?"

"Nothing. I'm walking to the store naked."

I chuckle at her playful tone, picturing the mischievous smile that always gets to me.

"Hmm, sexy. Do you like photographs?"

"Taking them, or looking at them?" She asks curiously.

"Both, really. But I was thinking more—do you like looking at them?"

She laughs. "Is there anyone who doesn't love a good photograph?"

"Then I'll send you the address shortly. Let's meet at the entrance in twenty minutes. I want to show you something" I say, my tone light but laced with anticipation.

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Stepping out into the hallway, I feel the weight of work and lingering thoughts dissipate with every step toward the elevator. As I approach the building's entrance, I suddenly notice her—Y/n—heading toward me with a wide, infectious smile. The more I see her, the faster my heart beats.

"You're quick. Did you get here easily?" I ask, genuinely impressed.

"Yes. So, what is this building? And what exactly do you want to show me?" she inquires, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

I let a small smile play on my lips. "This is Jeon Corp. And yes, I run it."

Her eyes widen in surprise. "Jesus, I never imagined you were like this... Oh, of course, Jeon Jungkook, the youngest CEO in Seoul..."

I chuckle. "Hmm, you say that as if I run the mafia. I like that. Someday, we should try role-playing."

She taps my chest playfully. "I expect a little more seriousness from you, Mr. Jeon" she teases.

We board the elevator and ride up to my floor. The hallway is quiet except for the hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional shuffle from my assistant's desk area outside my office. I lead her into a small gallery space where a modest exhibition of photos is displayed on the wall.

"Here we are," I announce, gesturing to the display. "I thought you might appreciate these."

She stares silently, tongue slightly sticking out as she examines each photograph. One image captures an elderly woman handing a small bouquet of wildflowers to a little girl at the market; another is a breathtaking sunrise taken from a familiar spot. I watch her, my heart swelling with both pride and vulnerability.

"This one," she murmurs, pointing to the sunrise photo, "was it taken where we once were? It looks as beautiful as it did with you... Who's the photographer? I'd buy this picture if it weren't so expensive."

"If you like it, then it's yours, doll. These are my photos." I reply, a note of excitement in my voice.

She gasps, incredulous. "What? You're a photographer too?"

I nod, a proud glimmer in my eyes. "I bought a camera at university and discovered how much I love capturing moments from my own perspective. It's as if I can convey emotions to people through these images."

"Jeon Jungkook, you're full of surprises" she whispers, leaning in closer. Our eyes lock, and I feel a surge of emotion I can barely contain. "You're absolutely perfect. Are you even real? Maybe I've been hallucinating for months..." I silence her spoken thoughts with a kiss on her soft lips.

I grin mischievously. "I hope you felt that kiss was real. And if not, I can show you something else that's growing in my pants right now—quite realistic, I might add."

"Jungkook! Enough with the dirty talk!" she exclaims, blushing furiously.

I can't help but love that reaction.