"No."
Jungkook shuffles behind you, the bed moaning. "You don't even know what I'm going to ask."
You shake your head, failing to suppress your smile as you slip on your thong. However, it does little to hide you from him. Glancing at the mirror, you see him shamelessly stare at your ass, licking his lips before he meets your gaze through the glass with a boyish grin.
You turn around to face him. "You're going to ask me to stay."
Jungkook hums, eyes dancing across your bare skin, darkening. Heat rushes to your cheeks as he admires you, your confidence swelling in your chest and you take a moment to admire him. He sits at the edge of the bed, naked and yours, white, silk sheets pooled around his lower abdomen.
Your eyes trace over his rigid muscles, and your fingers itch to touch him. Even under the dim light, he is beautiful with his dishevelled hair and swollen lips. You finally meet his gaze and swear your knees almost give out. Heat pools in your stomach when you see the hunger in his gaze, breath hitching in your throat. Your thighs press together reflexively and it doesn't go unnoticed by him.
"Wrong." Jungkook pulls you at you until you're straddling him. He cranes his neck to press butterfly kisses along your jaw. "I was going to ask you to not leave."
"Baby." You thread your fingers in his hair, tugging at the strands. "That means the same thing."
"Don't care," he hums, pressing a firm kiss against your lips. "Don't go."
His plea tugs at the strings of your heart. It's hard to say deny him. It's especially hard to deny him with his dick hard, prodding against your thigh and his lips coercing you to stay cocooned under the sheets with him. However, the anxiety that builds in your chest is overwhelming and the thoughts that kept you up the night before still linger.
"Jungkook."
"Unless you're telling me you're staying, I don't want to hear it."
You giggle, leaning down for a sweet kiss. Minutes pass by before you pull away with a burn in your lungs and clouded mind. He chases after your lips, but you tilt your head for his lips to press against the corner of your lips, to his reluctance.
"Baby," you start, "I need to go home and get new clothes. I've spent the entire weekend here and now I have nothing to wear."
"I like you naked, anyway." He grins as you slap his chest, failing to bite back your smile. "You can wear my clothes."
"I have no underwear left."
"I have a laundry machine." He traces every curve of your spine, sending shivers down your back. "You'll have clean clothes tomorrow."
You brush the long strands of his hair from of his face. "I could grab some new clothes and come back tomorrow."
"It's going to be dark soon," he reasons, unhooking your bra with two fingers and you cock a brow. "Leave in the morning — after breakfast. Dangerous people come out at night, y'know? I don't want anything bad happening to you."
"You would've won me over with that one if you didn't unhook my bra," you remark, pinning him with a look.
"Really? Wait, lemme redo that—!" You let out a heartfelt laugh, throwing your head back and he grins. "Seriously, don't go. I don't want you walking outside late at night."
"The sun's only about to set, I can get home before it gets too dark."
Jungkook's brows pinch together, lips curling downwards. "You're trying so hard to leave. Why?"
