Forget Me Not

11.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice stops me dead in my track.

Damn it. I looked both ways and didn't see him. Where was he hiding?

"Let's go." He grabs me by my wrist and drags me towards a sleek black Mercedes.

"Let me go Jungkook." I snatch my hand back. "I'm not going anywhere with you."

"For fucks sake Jade. I'm not asking you to date me. It's just a simple fuck." He says, annoyance laced in his voice.

I put my hand on my waist. "Oh so you think I'm easy?"

He groans. "No. I don't think you're easy babe, I-"

"Don't call me babe."

He rolls his eyes. "Jade." He corrects himself. "I just think we need to vent our anger, that's all. What better way to do that then to take it out on each other. So use me Jade. Tell me all about how much you hate me with your body."

"The irony."

"So what? Are you down or not?" He taps his foot impatiently.

I don't respond. Instead, I walk pass him and towards his car. He's right. I just need an outlet to release my anger. Just one night and I'll stop having dreams about him and release my sexual frustration. It'll be like getting the closure I never got 6 six years ago.

Jungkook watches the girl as she walks away. A smirk on his lips as he realizes that he won. His tongue swipes across his lower lips as he watches her hips sway. He cocks his head to the side slightly.

"She's been doing squats." He whispers to himself before getting into the driver's seat.

-

"I can give you a tour of the place." Jungkook drops his leather jacket onto the sofa once we entered the place.

I stare around his place in admiration, not answering him. This is a step up, no a gigantic leap I mean from his old dorm.

"Want some water?" He offered.

"No thanks."

"Have a seat. Your feet must be tired from standing all day."

"Cut the chit-chat Jungkook. We're not here to make friends remember." I turn to look at him.

His eyes darken at my words.

The silence is heavy. I don't like it. Jungkook's stare makes me uncomfortable. Not because he's glaring, but because I don't know what he's thinking.

Jungkook approaches me. "You're right." His voice comes out huskily.

His hand makes it to my blouse and he tears it open, the tiny buttons scattering across the marble floor. He pulls the top off of me and tosses it to the side.

A gasp escapes my lips at his action. I stand frozen, not expecting that. My arms instantly go up to cover my exposed body.

"What's the point of covering up if I've already seen everything before."

His eyes hungrily roam over my body. He pulls my arm down, the top half of my body completely on display. He takes me by the hand and leads me into what I assume is his bedroom.

He pushes me down onto his bed and tears his shirt off of him. I rip my eyes away from his perfectly chiseled abs and watch him run his fingers through his long hair, brushing it back. He lowers himself onto me, taking my lips with his. A whimper escapes my lips when the warmth of my lips is replaced with cold air. Jungkook runs his lips down my body until he reaches my hip. He pulls my skirt down along with my now soaked panties. His face lingers at my entrance momentarily. I see a smirk stretch across his face.