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𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙀𝙉: 𝙒𝙀𝙏 𝘿𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙊𝙓𝙔𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙎
CONFUSION IS NOT JUNGKOOK'S STRONG SUIT. He can't imagine that it's anyone's strong suit but certainly not his. Paradoxes give him migraines, complex situations made him nauseous, and Andrea was the biggest of them all. He didn't know how he didn't realize how pretty she was, how he wanted her bronze skin to melt in his grip, how he wondered whether her lips tasted like candy or fruit.
He was attracted to her, that was an undeniable, unquestionable fact, but what he wasn't attracted to was dick and that's where he got caught up. Jungkook would have already laid it on if it weren't for that one fact and trust him, it didn't feel good. A lot was coming to question for him in ways that he's never had to question before. Andrea was undoubtedly a woman, there was no question about it. He respected her enough to respect the way she chose to present herself to the world.
Jungkook lies in bed alone, soft cotton sheets against his bare torso as he buries his face into his ridiculous amount of pillows. He can hear Bam scratching softly at the door, whimpering incessantly for his father to let him in to sleep beside him. Jungkook simply needed to be alone tonight. But was he truly alone when Andrea plagued his mind the way she was?
It was fine...it was fine. Jungkook wasn't some horned-up dog who couldn't control himself and would fuck anything that had a bit of curvature. She was his coach anyways. There was a clear line of professionalism they were not meant to cross. There was a power dynamic and not in the way most would think. He pays her. This isn't just a favor, she was getting paid to do a job and if he wanted to, he could fire her on the spot.
"Fuck." He let out a muffled groan into the pillow he had his arms circled around. Jungkook could never sleep without holding something in his arms, a pillow, Bam, or even some groupie he drunkenly fucked to fight the deep-seated loneliness that was beginning to creep up on him and bay his time once more.
A good night's sleep was needed. Jungkook couldn't think clearly with his head throbbing. He felt as though his brain was herniating in his skull and he was about to pass out at any moment from lack of oxygen to his brain. Jungkook turned out the lights and pulled his comforters over himself. He stared into the endless void that swallows his room whole and for a moment, he thought he could see Andrea's face in the darkness. Just as quickly as it came, it had vanished, a moment passed.
There was no reason she should be causing him this much distress.
The sleep Jungkook fought so hard for came and took him away from consciousness under the false pretenses that it would give him peace. Far from it as Andrea was still right there. The moment his thoughts about her shifted from reluctant acceptance to attraction, there was no helping him.
Jungkook woke up at nearly four in the morning, far earlier than any right-minded should be waking up. He woke up with the familiar discomfort of his teenage years sticking to his abdomen. He rolled over, turned on the lamp sitting on his bedside table, and tossed off his blankets to find that he was uncomfortably erect, standing to attention against his abdomen with a small puddle of precum staining the front of his sweatpants.
