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"Come-come in? Oh no...you look busy and I don't want to interrupt."

"You're not interrupting anything. Come on in."

"No really Jungkook-"

He gently grabbed the hem of my cardigan and pulled me inside before closing the door.

He left me standing there as he went and place the bag on the kitchen island before grabbing something from the fridge.

"Well get comfortable, it's not like you haven't been here before." He chuckled, "Wine or anything?" He asked

"No, I still have to drive home," I said softly

"You get drunk after one drink? Fucking bummer." He said jokingly

I rolled my eyes, I don't get drunk after one drink. I just can't think with him not wearing a shirt.

I slowly slid off my shoes, "Ya know what? One glass. That's it." I started as I held up one finger.

He grinned and nodded his head, "One glass,"

I walked into his living room, and nothing changed. What did I expect in only six months?

I sat in the lone chair to the left of me. I crossed one leg over my knee as he came in with the bag and two glasses.

He handed me mine, placed the bag down, and sat in the closest seat beside me, the end of the couch.

"Red wine and cream-colored furniture? You like living on the wild side huh?" I asked before taking a sip

"Wild side?" He scoffed, "Are you clumsy, Dara?"

"Not normally,"

"Then you should be fine, right?" He chuckled and I smiled, nodding my head,

"Right," I said with a smile

"So, six months...what are you been up to? Last time I saw you was a little blurry." He said before taking a drink

"Blurry?" I asked in disbelief, "Besides you and Taehyung acting like little girls in your kitchen?"

He burst into laughter, "little girls?"

"Yes, little girls," I answered also laughing

"Ahhhh...Taehyungie and I have been friends for a long time. Lots of conversations have been had...lots of pacts have been made. "

"Pacts involving me?"

Jungkook didn't answer; he only stared at me as he downed his wine.

I nodded, letting it go and leaning back into the chair drinking more of my wine.

"Want more?" He asked

"I could have another glass," I said absentmindedly

He nodded before standing and taking our glasses and walking into the kitchen.

Normally I loved open-concept homes. But right now, watching as his large, inked bicep that held the wine bottle as he poured the liquid into the glasses was ruining me.

My mind immediately went to the thought of feeling those arms being wrapped around me, those veining fingers roaming my body.

I wondered how warm his skin was, was it smooth? How would it feel pressed against mine? What are his sounds? His kinks?

Stop! This is not what I came here for. I cleared my throat and began focusing on things in the living room. Before long he had returned, handing me my glass, placing the bottle on the table, and sitting in his seat.