Jungkook seemed to be everything his rivals weren't. Passionate, independent, hardworking, and above all – incredibly handsome. At the age of 17, after the passing of his father, Jungkook was thrust into the economic industry. Heir to his father's wealthy alcoholic marketing company, he worked several hard years to keep the company afloat. What little time he didn't spend at work was spent sleeping or working out at the gym. This left no room for the worldly pleasures of young adult life – friends, alcohol, parties, girlfriends, and well... sex.

That's right folks, Jungkook was a virgin, and he knew there was nothing wrong with that.

Many just assumed he was. After all, his face was on almost every magazine in New York once upon a time. Women knew who he was, and women wanted desperately to be with him. They never had a chance.

See, Jungkook was a bit of a old – fashioned fellow (and terribly eccentric). He had no desire to be with women who wanted his money and waited for the moment when the 'perfect girl' would walk into his life – and that she did.

Well, rather, she delivered him a pizza.

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"Seokjin, check that the meeting with Mr Kim is scheduled for four-thirty." Jungkook told his secretary as he robotically jotted down notes in front of him. The day had been stressful for the twenty-five-year-old and he had been working tirelessly at his desk all day without a break. He had skipped both his lunch and breakfast and was beginning to feel rather lethargic, but more work had to be done and there was no time to stop.

Seokjin looked up from the tablet in his hands and nodded. "Yes sir, it is."

"Good."

Seokjin could see the evident frustration on his employer's face. Sure, he hated the kid and wanted him out of work, but he needed to act like he cared for secrecy's sake.

"Sir," He began with feigned concern, "Perhaps you should eat."

"I can't eat, Seokjin," Jungkook replied, his eyes glued to the notes on his desk, "I've got a lot of work to fulfil. Eating will slow me down." His hand continued to jot away random words on the paper and every once in a while his eyes would flick up to look at his computer screen.

"Sir, you shouldn't starve yourself. I can get something delivered." Seokjin requested, annoyed the boy was so stubborn. Jungkook's eyes briefly met his before they scooped down to the paper on his desk again.

"Pizza then." Jungkook curtly replied. "Hawaiian." His hand reached up to brush the chocolate brown locks from his eyes as he read over his paper.

"Very well, sir."

After making the call, Seokjin calculated that at least forty-five minutes had passed before a young woman appeared behind the glass door of the office with the large cardboard box cradled in her arms. Jungkook was still restlessly fumbling around with the paper in front of him. Confused at why the receptionist didn't take the pizza from her, Seokjin walked over to the door and opened it. The woman spoke before he could ask.

"Your receptionist was on lunch break." She curtly stated, shoving the pizza into his arms. Her excuse seemed valid and so Seokjin let it slide, taking the pizza box from her hands. His sharp gaze briefly scrutinized her appearance, from the deep brown of her hair and past a rather voluptuous waist and hips wrapped rather tightly in a Domino's uniform to the black shoes on her feet. He found nothing out of the ordinary but couldn't help thinking she was a rather attractive woman.

After taking the box he could see she was waiting rather intensely for her tip. Reluctantly he scooped a twenty out from the wallet in his back pocket and gave it to her. She didn't seem all that pleased as she looked over the green note, but she took it anyway and made her exit past the glass window of the office. When Seokjin turned back to Jungkook he was surprised to find the young man gawking in the delivery girl's direction. He looked like he had totally been entranced in the girl's beauty in a way Seokjin had never seen him look at a woman before.

"Sir?" Seokjin called from where he was standing, rather confused with Jungkook's behaviour. Still, the boy continued to look towards the direction in which the girl had walked.

"Mr Jeon." Seokjin called again; a bit harsher this time.

Jungkook's head immediately whipped towards Seokjin as if he had been awoken from a trance. His wide eyes met his secretary's and needless to say, it perplexed the older man. He had never seen Jungkook in such a state.

The boy's cheeks had turned an arrogant shade of red and his hands had placed themselves in his lap. As if that wasn't confusing enough for Seokjin, the boy suddenly arose from his chair in a rigid manner with his hands still guarding his crotch and hurriedly made his way to the door. "Cancel all my appointments for the next hour, Seokjin. I need a shower." He gushed before hobbling his way out of the office.

Seokjin could only watch with his mouth ajar.

"She was wearing a delivery uniform..." 


A/N:

I can already tell writing this was a bad idea I'm cringing like a prune. 

Yall when I was writing this I was like:

DeSpItE bEiNg hAnDsOmE, yOu knOW wHaT JuNgKoOk haS nEvEr haD? 

SeX. 

Me: 


Ok but really tho what do yall think because its just smutty sunday from here- 

not really imma just try and procrastinate it as much as I can :D 

bye- 

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