Lust | JJK ✔️

75- tired?

"Sore?" he asks untying your hands from the headboard as his abs brush against your back.

"Mhm.." you say balancing yourself on your free hand as you wait for the other one to be released too, as you look back at him with a fond smile.

You slowly turn around rubbing your wrist, he grabs it swiftly and places kisses on the rash covered skin. "Oh.." he coos seeing how bruised they are.

His eyes then capture the hickies on your collarbone and your trembly thighs as his eyes soften. "Oh, no.." his fingers trace your skin as his eyes shine at the sight.

"It's okay, it's fine." you say pulling at his hand to hug him, assuring him it was a good experience for you.

"I went too hard.." he says clicking his tongue as he seems almost disappointed in himself. His hand then comes up to your hair to caress it, your head shaking in the process.

"It was really good, I promise!" you buck up your lips to join them with his. "Kiss me?"

"Oh.." he says lazily. "Yeah.." he leans down to brush his lips with yours, letting you kiss him however you want. It catches you off guard a bit.

"Everything okay?" you ask looking into his eyes, bringing his fingers up to suck on them warmly. They were a bit nettled from digging into the headboard so hard.

"Mm.." he says slowly dropping beside you as his hand rubs on your stomach. "Does anything hurt?"

You turn your head towards him, observing his tired but content features, slowly turning to the side to snuggle closer into his chest. You feel warm when his arms lock around you.

"No.." you respond with a slothful touch feeling his hands squeeze the skin of your thighs as he leaves a gentle massage.

Slowly those hands move upwards to press onto your hips, everytime he applied pressure you let out a slow sigh. He can sense the goosebumps that arise on your skin and he feels the texture contrast with his fingertips, your skin seemed to scream at his every touch.

His hands also were quick, they knew exactly where to be at and at what moment, with mind reading moves which just know how to please.

He then lets his lips reach for yours to kiss you a few times, snaking an arm around your waist tightly until he's sure you're trapped in his embrace.

"Tomorrow's our last day here.." you slowly mumble onto his neck. "Do you want to go out in the afternoon before the final events?"

"Where do you want to go?" He asks as his voice becomes more awake and firm, losing its laid back tone.

"We can go to the markets, buy some souvenirs before we leave?" You say clutching onto his shirt. "I really want to get more flowers and plants of all kinds for our palace and also, I want to buy fruits-"

"Yeah, whatever that has to be done." He interrupts. "You can go on your own because I know I'm going to get bored in all of that." The sentence ends with a scoff.

"Huh?" You say getting up slowly as you frown. "What do you mean go on my own?"

"Ah.." he says covering his eyes with his hands, giving a rub to soothe a tiny itch in them. "I mean, take Jimin or someone along.." he avoids your eyes before leaning to the side table to pick up a glass of wine.

"But you always enjoy shopping together?" You say softly, but clenching your teeth at the way he gives you little to no attention sipping on the alcohol. The negligence breaks your heart a tad bit.

"Doesn't mean I don't get to have a mood." He says before he gulps down the remaining liquid in one go, exhaling an 'ahh' sound after his lips leave the rim.

"Jungkook, come on." you say clinging onto his sleeve before he reaches out for the bottle to pour more. "You know I'm going to enjoy it with you. And, we're getting my favourite fruits too." You smile. "You're always good at picking the sweetest and freshest ones, so you have to come along."

"Anyone who specialises in fruits can pick fresh mangoes, there's gardeners in the palace better at that than me." He says placing the bottle back on the side table with a clink sound.

"What- My favourite fruit isn't-" your voice stutters. "Are you tired? It's okay- if you are then you can rest, but-"

You can't form coherent sentences as he drinks down the new batch of liquor from the glass and it sort of annoys you to your bone. With a scrunched face, you don't give yourself time for a second thought. You snatch his glass away from him, making some liquid spill on the sheets.

"What the-" his voice raises at you as you flinch, but it doesn't stop you from continuing.

"What's with the fucking drinking like there's no tomorrow? I see you drinking more than I see you breathing at this point. And you know what I don't care, but the way you've been behaving recently?"

"What the fuck is your problem? Do I have a minute of peace in here without you fucking clinging onto me and telling me what to do?" He says throwing away the blanket that covered him and sitting up straight.

"What are you.." your voice almost shakes as you feel a knife twist in your guts. Why was he talking like this?

"You think you're so perfect, right? You're literally in my hair twenty four seven, telling me about how fucking desperate you are to go back to your fucking palace. Why did you come here then?"

Your eyes feel heavy as they start to water up, your chest feels a sharp sting as you clutch the sheets. One of the things that you hate with your whole heart is when people yell and argue, the sound of it burns your ears worse than fire could. And it feels off to see such a quiet, gentle person like him suddenly lose character.

Your finger quietly comes up to wipe your own tear, sniffing them in as you place your feet on the ground to get up from the bed.

As he realises that you're tearing up, his lips stop. He sighs before he looks out the window for a second, looking down and rubbing the inner corners of his eyes. His voice stops you just in time.

"Hey..don't leave now." he says before holding your wrist. "Let's cuddle for a while before going for a shower? Maybe we can do one last round and-"

You jerking your wrist away shuts him up. "Enough." you say. "All we've done since the past few days is lock ourselves up in here and fuck each other. I need a change, and I don't want you to come if it bothers you so much."

"Yn, come on now." he whines. "Don't be like that, I know you want it."

You turn around full three sixty degrees to face him, pinning your eyes straight into his before your lips part.

"Then you don't know me." you say before you stomp out the room.

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Author's note

Long time no see~ :)

Slow progress please bare with me until the plot kicks in!