I'd spent the better part of the night trying to come up with a plan to beat JK at his own game. Having seen his unexpected reaction to my naked skin, as well as his obvious loathing of it, I'd realized it would be quite easy to rile him up.
I'll just have to taunt him with what he clearly detests.
Choosing my clothes carefully, I decide to forgo a bra, putting on a sheer blouse and layering it with a black crop top. For the bottoms, I put on short skirt—a little too short for my liking. But I'm sure someone will appreciate it.
Styling my hair and applying some light make-up, I head downstairs to find a disgruntled Jungkook waiting for me. A scowl mars his features as he taps his foot impatiently.
And as he raises his gaze to see me descending the stairs, his scowl only deepens, his jaw clenched as he peruses my form. His eyes linger a little too long on my almost bare midriff before they slowly dip lower, to my legs. His Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows hard, and a shiver of anticipation goes down my back.
He's definitely not indifferent.
He catches himself in time, though, swiftly looking away, his lips twitching in displeasure as a grimace overtakes his features. And as my eyes meet his in a momentary stare down, it's to see him turn on his heel, a low curse under his breath.
He's already on his way to the car as I hurry after him.