Impossible decision // Jaebeom/Jungkook

11. You know as much as I do it wasn't the same *****

I am so comfortable and snuggly, I don't want to get up. Opening my eyes slowly, I see him facing me, his round brown eyes greeting me.

"Morning." I stretch.

"Morning." I look around. We're in his bed.

"How did we get here?"

"I woke up and thought you'd be more comfortable here than on my sofa."

I lift the covers and am in my T-shirt and underwear, like him.

"Did I get rid of my pants?"

"I did."

"Wow. I felt nothing."

"You were pretty tired."

His arm crosses the bed and claws onto my waist, pulling me easily against him, my hands now against his covered chest. He's so buff. Staring in my right eye, then quickly looking at the other one, he seems surprised.

"I just noticed all the colours in your iris." I smile. I know. "There's light brown in the centre, then light green and then dark green on the outer edge. It's so striking."

"Correct. Although I probably look terrible."

"You look very pretty in the morning." How am I supposed to resist this man? Better question, why should I?

My hand slides over his shirt to his neck and I stretch to reach his lips, unable to control myself in front of this beautiful man. He smiles and kisses me softly, then stops and stares at me. Something in his eyes is different, nothing to show me the temperature is rising. He just looks... transparent. I see him and his vulnerable soul. It's as if he let me see it voluntarily.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"Yeah." His fingers brush my hair behind my ear, then trace my jaw. His index then caresses my lips and strokes my cheek. His eyes are scrutinising my face and ultimately get lost in mine.

"You look sad." I notice.

"I'm just thinking." That reminds me of our discussion in the bathroom yesterday. Except that it was me back then. Is he feeling the way I felt then?

"I'm not just a fuck buddy you know." He tilts his head and smiles recognising his own words.

"I know."

His lips reach for mine again and the arm he was leaning on slides under me, pulling me even closer than I thought I already was. We spend the next few minutes just kissing and staring at each other. I feel that we are so intimate, but not our usual sexual intimacy way. We've perfected that one already. I just feel emotionally intimate and I have a feeling it is mutual, but I'm scared to say something because this is perfect. If I say anything, I will end up labelling it and I'm worried he's gonna get scared making what we have disappear, because he doesn't do relationships. And on my side, I can't be dating a twenty three year old!

So I say nothing, I just stay there, in his bed, attached to his perfect voluptuous lips until he stops and I feel that he wants to say something.

"What time is your first class?"

"10am, you?"

"I don't have class this morning but I am at the help desk from 9am."

"Do we need to get up then?"

"I don't want to." He pouts, making me smile as he presses his lips on mine again.

"Shall we just stay in bed all day?"

"Ina! That's very irresponsible of you!" He says teasingly.

"I'm a bad influence."

"You're perfect." Damn Jungkook! Every time you drop these, my heart melts. He rolls me on my back and leans over me, his face so close that I can feel his breath on my skin. "Your lips are perfect." He kisses them. "Your hazelnut eyes." He places light kisses over each of them and continues with everything he names, each becoming more sensual. "Your nose... Your chin... Your jaw... Your neck." I hold my breath while he explores me, finding the sensitive areas that make my body ache from the withdrawal of his pleasure. I want him. My hands over his back pull him as his body nestles naturally between my legs. He waves against my core covered by my panties, already getting me wet from the divine friction.