Kookie's Maknae {J.Jk}

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Third POV

Jungkook and Jiwon plopped in front of each other on the couch back at the apartment.

"Can you open this for me?"

She had been struggling to open a bottle of sparkling water for minutes. Jungkook twisted the cap, then handed the bottle back. He checked his phone, peeping the 2:33am current time. Hours ago some of the members sent texts asking if he would be back soon or even coming back the same night. "Shit, I should go back." He blurted.

But he had already taken off his shoes, mask and hoodie, only remaining in his Adidas joggers and a t-shirt. They drove to Itaewon even though Jiwon is strictly prohibited from driving. There's no way he's calling the crew to pick him up.

"Awee really, we were having so much fun."

"It was fun, but I don't want my ass chewed."

"They wouldn't, knowing the guys they would probably come for you." Jiwon sets the bottle down on the floor. It is true that they would but what would they think happened. "Though miss noona Choi, what was that kiss about?"

"An act of impulse...upon happiness of...watching my favorite idol." Excruciatingly slowly her words came out. "Hmm I think you're biased because your my stylist."

"You'll eat your words." Jungkook grabbed Jiwon's ankles to pull her closer to him. Though he ended up wrapping her legs around his waist in the mids of the pull. Their chests bumped together. "Why would I eat my words? Do you really feel for me Jiwon?"

"Yeah. I really do. Since the day I entered BigHit's doors and saw you." She confessed rather low in her voice, now feeling Jungkook's arms. While his find passage under her shirt on her lower back.

Back in pre-debut days he did too notice Jiwon. He remembers trembling with nerves when introducing themselves. Though doing anything about feelings would be way out of proportion. 

"Call me stupid for not noticing."

"How could I, you're an idol Kookie. I'm a staffer. And now look at me." She scans her faded scars caused my the accident. Though panic sets in quick and she tries to yank his arms off her bare back. But he remains firm. "Actually don't look at me. Not even feel it."

"But why?"

"Because its hideous." He pulls her dangerously closer so their chests touch. "It's not hideous. You're not just a staffer, you're a stylist and designer in the making. A survivor, and my favorite noona." His breath brushes her neck like steam, and his hands work Jiwon's bare back like a masseur.

"Stop it, I think you're biased cause I'm your stylist." She smirks knowing she threw him back his words.  "Besides you're just saying things. You know how the song goes, for years I have envied your grace and your charm. Everyone loves you. Thats not me."

"Jiwon, I'm molded to be cute cute Kookie. I belong to an industry that could put me on a shelf or behind glass in a museum if it wasn't unethical and illegal. You're natural, and free, see that side of you."

Jungkook's eyes bored into the depths of Jiwon's light brown orbs. Jiwon cupped both sides of the idol's neck, finding her face leaning closer to his and only stopping when he presses his lips into a hard line. "You know what I like about you?" He asks. She shakes her head in response.

"All of you. Your eyes, your hair." He brushes that auburn lock behind her ear, "your nose when scrunch it."

"Because you annoy me in the worst possible ways at times."

"Why do you think I do it."

Oh he got her there. She scrunched her nose at his reply and he booped it with his own. "And those 'battle scars' you speak of shouldn't be loved any less. I'm madly in love with you. All of Choi Jiwon." The way his lips graze her cheek create a heat between her legs that she cannot control. It makes her squirm on his lap just begging for relief.

She touched him, sitting on his lap considering the possibility of being intimate with him. They both thought about each other, about getting hot and heavy. It was clear now, in the damp ache pooling between her thighs, in his eyes that were all pupil, how it would be between them. Heady, sweaty and slick, they both really wanted it.

"Well then." Jiwon pushed a black strand of hair away from Jungkook's forehead. "I guess we had a lot to say." His lips were parted, and he was staring at her hand that was almost touching his growing erection. "It's getting hot, do you mind if I take off my shirt?"

Jiwon opened her mouth to say no, but no words came out. So she just shook her head shortly after. Jungkook yanked off the shirt he was wearing with one fluid movement. Jiwon has seen him shirtless countless times for fittings or simply because he is shirtless off camera at some point, but now, the heat in her cheeks reached a boiling point.

Wrapping his hands around her waist, Jungkook slid his fingertips under the elastic of her underwear and kissed her. He kisses, Jiwon thought, like a man starved. Like he'd been waiting all this time, holding back. Something in her belly thrummed and liquefied when his tongue licked against hers, when he bit a tender spot on her neck. He made a noise in the back of his throat as his fingers cupped her ass through her underwear.

Under Jiwon's shirt, his hand traveled up to her rib cage, she gasped into his mouth. "I'm sorry." He lowers his hands but she puts them right back where they were, so he could feel her surgical staples. The ones he thinks are not hideous even if he's never seen them. "You did that before."

He blinked at her, confused, pupils large and dark. "What?"

"The night I kissed you at the beach, you did it that too."

"Did what?"

"You touched me. Here." Her hand slid to her ribs to cover his. He looked at her through dark lashes and began to lift the corner of her blouse, up her waist until it caught right under her breast. The surgical staples are right there in front of his eyes. Purple, bruised, a bit sore. Jiwon's rib stuck out when her breathing became heavy. "Please don't be mean." She chirps.

Jungkook leaned into her, pressing his lip's against the lowest part of her staple. Not over it. Jiwon gasped. And gasped again when he kissed higher. "I touched here?" He asked. She was growing light headed. Could be of how close he was or the heat in the room.

"Jiwon." His mouth traveled upward, "here?"

She hadn't thought she could get wet this quickly. "Hey," Jungkook sucked the underside of her breast, she had to hold on to his shoulders before she passed out. "Here?"

"I..." no words again. But she nodded.

"Yeah, there. It was a great kiss."

Jungkook didn't answer. Instead he looked up and down at her, eyes glazed and said, "I want to stay here for a week." His hand came up to cup her her breast, and Jiwon jumped. "For a year." She says.

He lifted her up more and arch toward him, then closed his mouth against her breast, all teeth and tongue, delicious suction. Jiwon whimpered over the top of Jungkook's head, because she hadn't thought she'd so sensitive and sore. "You're edible, noona."

His palm pressed against her spine and Jiwon arched more. "Thats an insult." She breathed out with a smile. "Considering nobody would—oh." He could fit her entire breast in his mouth. All of it. Almost as if he wanted to swallow her whole. Who is this new dirty Junkook that she just summoned? Nobody would believe her if she told exactly what happened.

But yet again, he has a two year old, and it wasn't for smiling at and being shy. No, whoever had him first must have had shocking time.