Not So Shy! | | JJK [ON HOLD]

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«Kristen»

This night is going to be engraved in my mind forever.

"I love this dress on you." Jungkook traces the straps of my shimmery dress. His fingertips brush over my collarbone. "Thanks?" I say half confused. Jungkook leans in like he is about to kiss me. I close my eyes feeling a trail of butterflies in my stomach. His lips brush along my jaw. He slides the strap down my shoulder. He places a wet kiss on my collarbone sending a shiver down my spine. I suck in a sharp breathe but it's hard because Jungkook's body is right against mine.   

He lifts my chin forcing me to meet his passionate eyes. My heart is thumping so loudly against my chest, I can hardly hear any other sound over it. "You look so pretty like this." As he speak, his lips brush against mine and I am instantly parting my lips wanting his mouth on me. However, Jungkook's fingers wrapped around my neck keeping me in place. I suppress a groan. "Like what?" I say instead unable to get my eyes off his face. "Nervous and needy," His thumb is on my pulsating nerve. I gulp while my body transforms into a malfunctioning robot.

"You are torturing me. What did I even do?"

Jungkook is the Lucifer that fell from heaven. He is deliberately giving me feather touches just to tease me to the point that I'll be begging for his touch.

He chuckles dryly tracing my bottom lips with his index finger. His eyes are on my lips. "Nothing baby. I am not a very good man. That's why I want you to feel what I felt when you were right in front of me and I couldn't touch you." He slides is index finger in my mouth. My head is clouded. I can barely make sense of what he said.

I suck his finger with a challenging look on his face.

I want him to know what he is missing because I refuse to be the only one to suffer.

Even if Jungkook is affected by my actions, he doesn't show it. He simply keeps staring at me and it frustrates me even more.

"Good girl," He pulls his finger out trailing it down my chin and stopping right in the center of my neck.

I am about to grab Jungkook by his shirt and end this torturous game but maybe my story is being written by a devil because Jungkook's phone rings ruining the moment.

He ignores the phone like it doesn't even exist and slides the strap of my dress further down my shoulder. His phone keeps ringing. A groan leaves his lips and he angrily rushes over to grab his phone. That action wasn't meant to be hot as fuck at all but it was.

He sighs running a hand down his face. "I'll be right back," He storms out of the room. I wonder what made him so frustrated.

I stand still with my back pressed to the cold wall. I blink rapidly trying to process what just happened. Even after Jungkook is not in the room anymore I can feel his gaze buying into my skin. The ghost of his fingers linger over everywhere he touched me.

I see my reflection in the huge mirror. My dress is hanging off my shoulder and I don't know what to do. 

Jungkook has snatched away my power of thinking and crushed it with his bare hands.

He said he'll be right back. Should I go and change or should wait for him? Are we going to continue? Am I capable of handling this?