Over and Out

Chapter Eleven

The second his lips touched L's, Jungkook knew he was a little bit fucked. It wasn't their first kiss—that had been a nice surprise before things went to shit, nothing he had control over. He remembered it through a hazy veil, the memory of it more like someone else's than his own. This, though...

This was catastrophic.

Pulling her as close as possible, he had almost gasped at how little control he had over himself as he kissed her, no thoughts other than her hands slowly settling at his sides, clutching the sides of his shirt, and the way she leaned back slightly, as his own taller frame overwhelmed her stance. Smirking, he pulled away, taking in her big, wide eyes, that were dark with anger, her soft, red lips, slightly parted.

"That's better." Her hands at his sides clenched—he would admit to no-one that he was more than willing to comply as she pulled him in this time, her mouth an attack that he met with equal force, as he used his strength to slam her against the door. Gasping, they both drew back, panting as neither said anything.

"You know," she finally said, quietly, but not enough to conceal how -out-of-breath she still was, he noticed smugly. "I don't remember you being this sloppy last time." She punctuated her words with an infuriating smirk, and a slow lick of her lips.

"Oh?" Smiling through the rage rising through him, he raised his hand to cup her face, grazing a thumb over her smart mouth. "Have you been thinking about that a lot, then?" Not giving her a chance to answer, Jungkook walked the two of them backwards, letting himself fall onto the sofa, her with him so they were flush across it. Using her surprise to his advantage, he went in again, short, quick kisses that ended before she could keep up. He tried not to look at her eyes, wide and fluttering as she took in what was happening, distracting himself instead with the long stretch of her neck, which he turned to instead. He drank in the gasps she was trying to stifle as he worked, satisfied at her response. Eventually she spoke, the wobble in her voice indication of how much he had managed to affect her.

"I think that's enough." Firmly, she pressed two fingers to his collarbone, coaxing him up and away—he hissed in disappointment as he went, vaguely aware that this part was definitely not part of any of his plans, written or not. Schooling his expression, he settled on a distant smirk as he lifted himself away from her, taking care not to look at her until she had also stood, not trusting what he would do if he saw her laid out against the furniture like that. She adjusted her top as she stood, shaking out the crumpled fabric and quickly patting down the sleeves, where he assumed she had stashed away the blades from prior. Those annoying silky ribbons taunted him as she brushed past him, begging to be slowly tugged away from her, as he...

"I suppose it'll suffice." He agreed, ignoring the voice in his head screaming that it very clearly was not enough for him, reaching over, instead for the door handle, as she turned to retrieve her bag. "Take her back to her group, and make sure she reaches them." This he directed to the man stationed outside the door, who stood to attention, who was trying his level best to keep a measured expression on his face. Not willing to spare her another glass, he turned to the drinks stationed near the door, waiting until he was sure she had left, a trail of something sweet-scented in the air the only trace left of her. Only then did he breathe out properly, sinking into the couch as he tried to compose himself, quickly gulping down whatever bitter drink he had poured for himself unconsciously. Thankfully, he was soon joined by Taehyung, who slunk back into the room soon after, joining him, drink in hand.

"You get it done?" he asked gruffly, still more focused on his glass.

"Oh definitely." the other man certainly looked pleased with himself, much more relaxed than he was. "It got the message across, if a little melodramatic for my usual taste." Jungkook nodded in approval, silently twisting his glass in his hand, still reeling slightly from his problem, who had left the room only minutes prior. The two men sat in silence for a while, both absorbed in whatever thoughts each had swirling through their minds.