Morning,” His voice was even deeper than usual. My head peaks up from behind my computer, noticing his very tired eyes. The bags under his eyes still somehow did him justice. 

“Morning Jungkook,” I mutter before taking a sip of my coffee. I watch as he finds his way towards my boss’s office. My dad was only my boss at work, but at home he was just Dad. 

I watch Jungkook’s think thighs move in his jeans, shamelessly. 

Finding your coworker hot is one thing, it’s another when it’s also your dad’s friend and he was about 20 years older than you. 

I’ve thought Jeon Jungkook was quite a sight since I was about 18. I had just started working for my dad. I was mainly just scheduling and doing work orders. Jungkook took me out to a work site one day, on my father’s request. He wanted me to get know some of the people who would be scheduling work from us. I got to sit around with the property manager of an apartment complex in a tight black dress in the dead of summer, 

watching guys replace windows. While outside that day, Jungkook worked alongside some of the labourers, his tanned skin and shaggy dark hair which were the result of him working hard outdoors while also glistening with sweat. Something about him doing manual labour turned me on. Something awoke in me that day, and ever since then, I thirst over him in silence. 

———

I catch myself looking a bit too long, quickly averting my eyes to my computer screen. I act like I am typing something, glancing over to Jungkook and my dad walking out of his office together. They are discussing another project that Jungkook was overseeing that would keep him very busy in the upcoming months. 

“My girl here will be starting back at college in the fall, so she will only be part time for awhile,” My dad says, drawing attention to me. 

“Oh really, where are you going?” 

I blank out completely for a moment.

“****,” I finally answer.

“Smart girl, you living on campus?”

“Nope, just getting my master’s in Engineering so living from home makes the most sense.”

Jungkook shakes his head, “Master’s. Didn’t you just graduate high school?”

“I’m 25, Jungkook.”

His eyes scan me for a moment, realizing I’m much older than he remembers. 

“Ha,” He grumbles, “Time flies huh, Y/D/N (your dad’s name)?”

“Sure does, you just wait for when your daughter Soel is off to college,” My dad laughs, slapping Jungkook’s shoulder. I wince, realizing again he has a young daughter. It wasn’t ideal, to say the least. 

“We got about 5 years on that,” Jungkook says, his eyes returning to mine, “Well it’ll be nice having you around during our busy season.”

“Happy to help,” I reply, not really meaning it. 

“Hey, Jungkook, you and Soel making an appearance at our barbeque this weekend? We invited the whole neighborhood and I can’t remember if you told me you’d be there.”

His eyes are still on me, “Yeah, I’ll be there,” his eyes return to my dad’s, “Just me and Taehyung though, Soel is going over to a friend’s house.”

“Can’t wait!” My dad cheers, “Baby girl, can you make sure my schedule is cleared Friday evening so I don’t have to worry about when I can get the meat?”

“Of course, dad,”

——

“Hey baby girl, can you go grab me some extra plates?” 

My dad was over the top with his BBQs to say the very least. The whole neighborhood was in on it. Burgers, hot dogs, chicken, the whole thing. I spent all morning getting the huge backyard ready for all our visitors. We usually had someone come over to do all the setting up, but Dad made sure to remind me that I was living rent free and being paid on his payroll, so setting up was the least I could do. 

People littered the pool and backyard. I weave between people, giving smiles and welcomes where I could.

I walk in to the kitchen, the cold AC air hitting my bare arms. Luckily, I was wearing shorts over my bikini shorts, or else the goose bumps would be up and down my legs, too. I began searching the cabinets for the large serving plates you always used for big gatherings. Leaning down, my triangle bikini top almost lets my boobs loose. I sit up straight, messing with the knots on my back. I knew tightening it could only help so much.

“Need help?” I almost jumped out of my skin. I turn quickly, spotting Jeon Jungkook standing in the kitchen with me.

“Shit, you fucking scared me,” I breathe loudly, patting my chest to make my heart stop racing, “I think I can get it.”

“Mhm,” He sticks a toothpick between his teeth, “Lemme help, girl.”

God he was so fine. I hated myself for having a crush on him. But the domestic and simple gray t-shirt that hugged his arms so well and the blue jeans? I simply could not resist staring. 

No chance in hell. But I got to look at him every day and imagine it. 

I turn around on my heels, holding the ties out of my top to him so he could tie them. 

“I need them tighter,” I mutter, “Don’t want these puppies falling out in front of others.”

I smile to myself, biting my lip. He ties it, his fingers grazing my bare back slightly. 

“All good now, girl,” I turned to face him, looking up at him through my eyelashes, “Now what were you looking for?”

“Serving plates,” I explain, “Dad is finishing up those chicken, needs more space.”

“Well let’s get them and head out to all the fun,” He says, ducking down to the cabinet I was looking in originally. He finds them, handing them up to me. He looks so good looking up at me from this angle. 

“You want to grab us some beers,” I suggest, “I’ll meet you out there?”

“The bottles outside all finished?”

“Probably, so grab three.”

–

“So, you're going to be here all summer?”

I had no interest in talking to Taehyung, but he was keeping me from toeing the line with Jungkook in my drunken state, so here I am. I sit in my lounger chair, wanting so bad to take off my jean shorts. I knew if I did, Taehyung would take it as I’m making a pass, so I sweat extra. 

“I’m starting college in August, so yeah I’ll be around the office and staying home for now.”

He smiles, “Good to hear, love seeing you around.”

I smile back faking a cheery laugh, “Thanks, Taehyung… care to grab me another beer?”

“No problem, sweetheart.”

I watch him walk away before searching the crowd for Jungkook. I spot him across the yard, talking to one of the newer neighbors. A single mom who moved in two months ago. My dad kept joking the other night that he’d be making her my stepmom, which only made me gag. She was beautiful, younger than my dad, but just about Jungkook’s age. 

A pang of jealousy rises within me. 

Jungkook finally catches my wandering eyes. He smiles gently, giving me a nod.

“Here, darling,” Taehyung says sweetly, “Need anything else?”

“Yeah, actually,” Your brother, “Can you help me with something?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

I sit up, leaning over making my boobs hang right in his eye line. 

If I couldn’t keep Jungkook’s attention, maybe I could snag Taehyung’s. 

“Do you want to help me change a lightbulb?”

He raises his eyebrows, “I guess, where at?”

I smirk, “My bedroom.”

We sneak away, my eyes scanning the area. It didn’t appear as anyone was following us. My room was the last room on the left upstairs, so the anticipation as I guided him down the hallway was killing me.

Ever since Jungkook grazed my back earlier, I’ve been ready. So fucking ready. 

“Are we actually changing a lightbulb?”

I open my door for him, gesturing to him to follow me in.

In the dim light, Taehyung was very cute. He was a sweet guy and I knew he’d be the first to jump on my idea. 

“You tell me,” I say, starting to untie the knot Jungkook tied. In my moment of trying to be sexy, I realize Jungkook tied the stupidest and hardest knot ever. Taehyung notices my struggle, reaching around me, frantically trying to get the top off.

As it gets loose, I reach up to grab his neck.

“What the fuck is going on here?” 

His voice freezes me. Taehyung looks towards the door in horror.

“Jungko-“

“Taehyung, you fucking know better,” His voice is so intimidating and scary, I cant even muster the courage to turn around.

Taehyung gives me eyes saying I’m so sorry, and I just stare blankly at my wall. I hear Taehyung’s foot steps run down the stairs. I realize how drunk I am because my wall paper begins to move on its own. It doesn’t usually do that. 

“Now you,” His stride towards me is quick, “I’m not your Dad, but don’t think he’d like you fucking his employees.”

Maybe it was the liquid courage, “Who said I was trying to fuck him?”

I snap my head towards his stern and impossible to read face.

“Bullshit,” He spits, “He got through my knot, he assumed something was about to happen.”

“Well, even if that’s where it went, why are you putting your nose in our business?”

He chuckles darkly, “So now it’s ours, huh? you know girl, Taehyung’s business is my business. And you’re just making my job hard.”

I tiptoe closer to him, “And what’s your job, again, Mr. Jeon?”

“Make sure people are behaving themselves.”

I realize what he’s doing. My tipsy mind took a second to search his face for more, but I can't read him at all. 

“I’m behaving, Mr. Jeon. I promise,” I reach up, touching his jaw, “No more funny business.”

It was the closest I had ever got to him. I felt a rush just touching him.

“Good, get your top back on and come down to the party. Your dad is looking for you.”

I look down at myself as he leaves the room. My fucking tits are out, and he didn’t even look down.

The game he was playing was not the same one I was playing.

——

The next morning, I have a pounding headache and no drive to leave my room. I was embarrassed and horrified. I knew I would have to face Jungkook and Taehyung on Monday morning, so I had to make amends beforehand. I really didn’t want them to tell my dad and I was pretty out of line for trying to fuck Taehyung when Jungkook wasn't giving me the attention my drunk ass thought I deserved.

After spending hours in bed, rolling back and forth thinking of a script to say, I figured that honesty is the best policy. 

Well, honesty with a little bend in the truth. 

I get showered and dressed. My usual summer time outfit was a crop top and short shorts, but today I needed to be more… conservative. 

I find a nice summery dress, that went to mid thigh. It was yellow, not a lot cleavage, floral. Innocent. 

When I get downstairs, my dad sits in the living room, his feet propped up watching the news. 

“Where you going, baby girl?” 

“I’m going for a walk,” I lie. 

“Wearing that?”

“Yes,” I nod quickly, “Do you need anything while I’m out?”

He shakes his head, “No, have fun, I guess.”

I could tell he was suspicious, but he wasn’t one to pester me too much. He had high expectations for me, but I always exceeded them. He never questioned me too much, unless it was about school. He didn’t even really care about my love life. He always got excited when I told him I was going on dates in college. I mean, I rather him be excited than bother me about the guys I was seeing.

I start my journey to Jungkook’s. I didn’t even know if he was home or not, I was going on blind faith.

It was hot as shit and I was not fully prepared to walk to his house in a dress and sandals. 

I could’ve just driven there and back. But no, I decided to roast in the hot summer sun.

——

When I arrive to his house, I just kind of stand in his driveway, catching my breath. He was home, his car was here. 

I walk to the front door, knocking first then ringing the door bell. 

It takes about a minute, but he gets to the door. 

And he’s shirtless. 

It was the worst and best moment of my entire life. 

“What are you doing here?”

And it’s not quite the response I was anticipating when I arrived at his door. 

“I uh-,” I hear some stirring inside the house, which causes me to peek my head past Jungkook’s shoulder. 

I see movement, but my eyes find Jungkook’s again before I can focus in on it. He pushes me back a bit, coming outside and shutting the door behind him. 

“I came to apologize, but you seem busy.”

He shakes his head, “Not busy, just woke up.”

“With someone?”

What the fuck? Why can’t I shut my mouth?

“Pardon me?”

“Well I walked this whole way to apologize about my inappropriate behavior yesterday,” I explain, “But yeah, that’s it.”

The door creaks open and I am wholeheartedly anticipating a hot MILF or something. But instead, it’s a little girl. 

“Soel, get inside!”

“Oh hi, I know you!”

I smile at the girl. She was cute, I had to admit. She looked a bit like Jungkook, mainly the toothy bunny smile. A smile I wasn’t too familiar with, because he wasn’t too keen on my jokes. Ever.

“Yeah, I work with your dad,” I explain, “Nice to see you, Soel.”

“You too, do you want to have lunch with us?”

“Soel she can’t st-” 

“I’d love to, only if your dad says it’s okay.”

He got himself in a pickle, but I was aching to have a conversation that didn’t involve me putting my foot in my mouth like I almost did again. Plus, some food and water would help the heatstroke I felt coming on.

He stares at me, almost like he wished I’d disappear, “Of course, come in. Soel is making sandwiches.”

“I hope you like mayo and cheese!”

—

“Thanks for the sandwiches, Soel,” I say, wiping my face making sure I didn’t have mayo left over.

She smiles with her mouth full, “You’re welcome!”

“Hey Soel, why don’t you go get ready for swim practice,” He suggests, “Me and your new best friend need to have an adult conversation.”

She looks up at him annoyed, “I guess, but don’t scare her away. She has a cool pool I want to swim in.”

I laugh out loud, “Yeah, don’t scare me away, Jungkook.”

He doesn’t laugh, he just looks at me with his lazer eyes. I just wish Soel a farewell and shut my mouth, waiting for the storm. He stirs, eating another bite of his sandwich. 

“So you came to apologize, huh?”

I swallow, “Uh, yeah. I’m sorry for my inappropriate behavior. I had too much yesterday.”

He nods, “Yeah you were practically falling out of that top of yours before you took Taehyung upstairs. Surprised you didn’t have it off before then.”

My eyes widened, “Well that’s humiliating.”

“Don’t think anyone was particularly mad about it,” He says, “Maybe one of those neighborhood watch moms, but who cares about them?”

I can’t help but smirk. Was he insinuating that he wasn’t mad about almost seeing my boobs?

“Yeah, they always give me the most disgusted looks when I’m out jogging.”

“Because they miss being young and beautiful,” He explains, “All their husbands stare, too.”

I can’t believe he’s talking to me like this, I find myself leaning in a bit to try to talk quieter. It seems like this is a conversation we should be whispering to each other.

“Do you stare?”

Foot. In. Mouth. Again

He smirks, giggling a bit. I finally got to see him smile.

“Of course, I do.”