Worthy Of Love

Talk

Jungkook

I turned on the shower at highest heat, as mental as it sounds, I liked the feeling of the water running hot on my skin. A comfort wrapped itself around me as the water cascaded all over my body, my hands were resting on my neck as my head fell back and a hum of comfort shamelessly made it's presence known. The water prickled my skin as it made it's way from the crevices of my chest to my stomach and down the lines of my thighs before growing cold on my feet.

Every sense was heightened in me right now, my nerves a jumbled mess as I prepared for the conversation that awaits me outside, in the living room. I focused on the water to calm the knot that has been forming since this morning in my stomach.

After being invited by the woman in Black dress for a drink, the night escalated pretty quickly. I was obviously looking out to getting distracted and she, she didn't let go of any chance of actually making her move on me. Where I was supposed to return home with Liv, I came back home with Min-Young, someone who had sat in the same classes as me and Liv all semester, as she had enlightened me very early on in our conversation. I close the door behind us as I lead her in my room, playing a song that has been repeating in my playlist these days, I hit the play button.

'I don't wanna give you the wrong impression, I need love and affection~'

Played the lyrics as the tension hung heavy in my room, I walked up to her, my steps heavy and unsteady, turning her around and pulling her close to me, my arms went around her waist and we swayed slowly to the music playing in the background. Slow beats, drunk off of the alcohol and the sexual frustration that hung between us all night, the sly touches and the flirting. She didn't just distract me, she validated me. She made me feel wanted when I had felt otherwise the entire fucking day.

"You sure you wouldn't regret it, Jungkook?" She asked as my hands rested on her ass and my forehead on hers.

"The line between regret and anger is beyond my recognition now. And no matter what I do, it won't end amicably, so might as well turn to the lesser evil." I said, taking in her fresh cologne mixed with the intoxicated scent of whiskey that we downed before coming here.

"Oh? So am I the lesser evil?" Sarcasm lacing her voice "I am hurt, you know." She says yet locks her fingers behind my neck, closing the distance between us. A wicked smile playing on her lips.

"No, you're not the lesser evil. But what I am about to do, is." I said, as I tilted my head a little, my lips ghosting hers. Eyes lazy and vision hazy, I could feel her erratic breathing as her chest fell up and down. Her lips seeking mine when I didn't give her what she wanted.

She takes in a deep breath, her round and well endowed bosom rising up and falling down, before she speaks.

"Do tell, what this lesser evil is."

We kept on swaying to the music that played on loop, barely noticing what the song said at this point. It was just a dim light and two drunk and horny people delaying the inevitable. I hummed in satisfaction when she bit her lower lip and purred. One of her hands came down to my chest and fisting the material of my t-shirt in her hand, frustrated of my ghosting lips on hers and my roaming hands on her back.

Taking pleasure in her whimpers and frustrations, I finally give in to the temptation that was Min-Young's lips, oddly soft and plump. Tasted like mint and alcohol with a hint of tobacco. Intoxicating and addictive, I thought. I hated smoking but something about it being tasted through this kiss was intoxicating and addictive. It was slow, we still swayed to the rhythm of our bodies while our tongues found each other. Moans and wet sounds filling up the space as my heart picked up it's beat, my blood ran hot and my skin flushed. In short, I was hard and I needed to fuck.