Room Service (JJK BTS)18+ continuing

A Plan

Jungkook wheels the cart into his room, and leaves it at the foot of the bed. He smiles as he thinks about the near connection with someone else, with her. He wonders if she knows anything about him, if she knows who she is delivering food to, and if maybe she's a fan. She turned to leave just as the door opened, which he had been told would be the process, but he wished she hadn't followed the rules quite so strictly.

He smiles as he sits down on the edge of the bed, behind the cart and he pulls the lid off one of the plates. He looks over the food he ordered. It looks delicious, perfectly prepared, and smells divine, but, he's not entirely sure he's actually hungry for this meal. He feels a hunger inside him, but it isn't food he wants. He smiles thinking about what he could do with this girl if he wasn't trapped in this room, or maybe, because he's trapped in this room.

He has no option but to fill his hunger with the food, and he begins to eat, ravenously, trying to satisfy himself. He manages to finish half of the plate, and all of the beer, and he pushes the plate away, now feeling overfilled, but still not satisfied. He looks up at the closed door, thinking about sending the cart out to the hallway, and he turns to the tablet, stretching out across the bed to grab it. He lays back, holding it above him as he types in the instructions to pick up the cart. He wonders if the same girl will pick it up. He hopes the same girl will pick it up.

After submitting the request, he wonders how long it will take for the cart to be retrieved. He pushes it toward the door, looking through the peephole at the empty hallway, and he opens the door to push it out and leave it next to his door. He takes the moment to step outside his room, to breathe in different air, and to look around the empty space. As the security guard at the far end turns his head to look up, Jungkook ducks back inside, closing the door quickly, before he is spotted. Then he stands at the door watching the guard to see that he returns to staring at his phone. He looks down at the cart with his empty dishes and he frowns, realizing that he should probably leave a tip of some sort. There was no way to do this on the tablet and he thought maybe the gratuity was built in to the room bill. He never paid much attention to those sort of things, letting someone else deal with that, but, he feels like he should show his gratitude.

He turns away from the door to get his carryon bag, and he digs through to pull out a large bill. He carries it to the door, checking the peephole again to see that no one is coming, and he opens the door, as quietly as he can, reaching out, and putting the bill next to the plate, lifting the edge and trapping it underneath, but making it visible. Then he closes the door just as quietly and he smiles to himself, thinking about the person who will take the cart and the tip and what they might think of it. He stands at the door, watching through the peephole, suddenly really interested in seeing who will pick up this cart.

It takes longer than he expects, and he starts to feel a little foolish for staring out at the empty hallway. He notices the guard is still on his phone at the end of the hall and he thinks about what a boring job that must be, to be trapped in this hallway, in a stiff chair, waiting and watching. At least he's trapped in a nice hotel room. He could watch movies, he could play games on the console or play music. He can dance or sing and even work out. But, the guard can leave at the end of his shift, and Jungkook, can not leave for five more days.

Just as he starts to feel sorry for himself again, he notices the guard look up from his phone and he sees the girl come off the elevator and come toward the room. She's got her own phone out and is walking through the hallway, looking down, possibly texting. He watches her approach the cart, and reach out for it, without much thought. She begins to drag the cart with one hand and happens to look back at it, and she stops. Jungkook watches her with bated breath as she reaches her hand down, touches the bill with her long finger, and slides it out from under the plate. She studies it for a moment, and then she looks up at the peephole, and he feels panicked and he pulls his body away, leaning against the wall next to the door. He holds his breath, for a moment, and then he realizes how silly it is; she can't see him. He looks back through the peephole and she is still standing there, looking at the bill, and she smiles. She puts the bill in the pocket of her tight skirt, and uses both hands to carefully roll the tray back down the hallway.

Jungkook watches as she passes the guard, and gets back on the elevator, leaving him once again alone with his thoughts. If this were any other trip, he could have spoken to her, he could have thanked her in person. He could even have asked if she wanted to come in. Usually, women didn't say 'no' to him, even if they were supposed to be working, or if they were told they couldn't have relationships with him, that had never stopped him from getting exactly what he wanted. He bites his lip thinking about it.

He turns away from the door, smiling to himself, feeling happy that he could do something nice for someone. He steps up to the side of the bed, reaching for the tablet and he decides, despite his full belly, that he will preorder dinner, to arrive by 8pm. He makes his selections, not being very picky about the options, but he gets to the notes section of the order and he types in one line.

"Please have the pretty girl with the dark hair bring me my meals from now on."

He lies down across the bed, feeling the fullness of the meal and the beer taking over. He smiles, pleased with his afternoon, and his future, and he lets himself succumb to sleep.

***

Jungkook smiles, lost in thought, as he lies across the bed, deeply asleep and resting so comfortably. He becomes aware of a knock at his door, and, as he wakes, he walks to the door and instinctively opens it without looking to see who it is. As the door opens, he recognizes the shape of a young woman, with long dark hair and a tight white button down that hugs her chest. He sees a flash of the gold metal on a name badge and he realizes this is the staff member who brings him room service. He yawns, and steps aside to let her into the room without thinking.

"Who are you?" he asks, rubbing his eyes. She smiles, arching one eyebrow and she steps closer to him.

"Your room service," she purrs. His brow furrows as he wonders how long he's been asleep.

"It's too soon for dinner," he explains. She steps closer to him, undeterred.

"Oh I'm not here to give you food, but I will give you what you really want." As she says the words he looks down and realizes she's stepped so close to him that he can easily reach out and place his hands on her hips. She raises her hands up to her tight top, and unbuttons one of her buttons, letting the shirt come open a little more.

A fire begins to race through his veins, at the proximity to her body and the intensity of her stare. He looks down and can see her nipples hardened under the soft fabric of her shirt. He realizes she must not have on a bra and as he watches her fingers toy with the next button, it all becomes clear to him. He feels a twitch, an urge, a desperate bolt of need shooting through him, straight down to one spot, which is now rock hard at the idea of her breast being so close to his hands. He clears his throat and he takes a step backwards, looking hard at her chest, watching the next button open as she takes a step closer to him. After a third button is pulled open, he can now see the curve of her naked breasts between the fabric.

He gasps at the sight of her, wanting desperately to run his hands up under her breasts and to slide his tongue over her nipple before sucking it into his mouth, imagining it so clearly. He steps back again and she pulls the shirt tail from the waistband of her tight skirt, and steps closer. His head is pounding as blood rushes from it and he feels a little dizzy, he backs up into the edge of the bed, losing his balance and he drops down onto the mattress, quickly looking up at her. She steps forward and raises her arms, running her hands through her long hair and teasing him with the curve of her breasts under the open shirt. He bites his lip, sitting up on his elbows as she takes one step toward him, stopping at the edge of the bed between his legs, he looks down, aware he's making quite a show of himself in his grey joggers and she licks her full lips as she notices his excitement. He knows what she wants.

"Oh yes, baby," he moans. He's overcome with sensation at the idea of her lips wrapped around his thick length and he drops his head back onto the bed. His eyes close tightly while he waits for the feel of her hands, her fingers, her lips, her tongue, sliding over him.  The room is still, there is no sound, other than his own breath and the rush of blood through his veins.

A long moment passes, and then suddenly, he sits bolt upright in the now darkened room and he looks around frantically for the girl, only to see that he's alone. He looks around him confused, unsure what's happened, but slowly realizing that he's been asleep. He's dreamed the entire encounter, and there is no girl. He looks down at his joggers, realizing he's still showing his excitement. This dream felt real enough for him to physically react. He feels heavy with the disappointment. He wanted it to be real.