Tough Kookie

New Person

August 27, 2013

One month has passed since living with the Jeon's. I pretty much gotten used to waken up each morning with Jung kook small head snug on my breast. It is summer vacation here in South Korea and Jung Kook and I didn't have to start school until October 2. I've learn that the computer isn't as bad as Pastor Luke made it out to be. It's actually really fun, I've played tons of games learn new things about Korean culture.

I had just finish dinner and was in my room when Jung Kook burst in. I looked at him shock mostly because he usually knocks before entering.

He looked fluster as if he was caught stealing from kid.

"Why?" I said softly in Korean.

"Hopu." He said, his voice was different he dragged on his words and laugh between every sentence. He had a strong scent on him it reminded me of the wine Pastor Luke would pour on communion Sunday.

"Jung Kook what ar-

Before I can finished my sentence I was push roughly against the head board. My heart was loud in my ear, and I'm pretty sure Jung Kook could hear it too. His eyes were different it was a darker shade of the chocolate brown it usually is.

"Jung kook." I said trying to catch my breath.

"Jung kook" I said once more this time my voice raised higher.

"Hopu." He said once more his face was so close I could feel his warm breath against my lips. My inside tingle, and felt worn each time he would mumbled the nickname that had stick, 'Hopu'. My lips wanted to be touch. He leaned in closer, and closer

Then the door opened, he didn't stop he kept hovering over my lips but never once touching. I mumbled for him to stop thinking it was Sung Yeon.

"I'm disappointed in you, Hope." I heard a familiar voice growl. It was Pastor Luke what was he doing here? Just then when I was about to say something a surge hit me and I woke up sweating and panting.

I slowly sat up, Jung Kook and Sung Yeon were in the door way with worried, stricken expressions.

"Are you okay?" Sung Yeon came by myside and took my hand.

I nodded, "What happened?"

"You said you were going to sleep and you kept screaming my name." Jung Kook pushes his self-more into the room. "We were so worried."

"Aigoo, did you have a bad nightmare?" Sung Yeon asked me in English her eyes look tired and worn out. Her silky brown hair was tucked in a bun and she wore work clothes.

I nodded. It was lie and I felt horrible for saying yes but I couldn't tell her I was dreaming about her son nearly kissing me.

"Jung Kook, why don't you lie with her?" Sung Yeon spoke in her native language.

Could she have known that Jung Kook sleeps with me every night? I eyed Jung Kook who unquestioningly sat next to me on the bed.

"Omo I have to go to work." She brushes her blazer off and checks her watch and leaves the room but moments later peaks her head in. "Jung Kook, be good."

She said the last part in Korean which made me wonder what the true meaning behind it meant. I sat up sweaty, and confused. Why would I dream about Jung Kook in such way? And why was Pastor Luke in my dreams?

I felt Jung Kook hug me from my back it was a warm hug which caught me off guard.

"I'm here for you." I heard him say. "Don't be afraid of nightmares no longer."

Oh boy, if only he knew what he was doing in that so call, 'nightmare' he would be afraid of me instead. He stayed hugging me like that until I dozed off and went to sleep. I felt the same familiar pressure on my left breast and knew Jung Kook had fallen asleep.

A small moan left my mouth as I was awoken by a tight pinch on my right breast. I open my eyes Jung Kook hand had drifted under my shirt to my right breast and he fiddle with it as he slept. What was I feeling? This burning sensation between my legs left me confused.

"Kookie?" I moan his nickname as he groped my breast as if he was a kid who just got a new bear and is holding it tightly.

His head rested on my left breast as he continued to sleep unknowing on how he was making me feel. His hand dropped from my breast and travel to my stomach and it stayed there.

I whined and felt how close his hand was to my women area. It burn with desire to be touch I wanted him to move his hand lower bu-

What are you think, Hope? Have you gone mad?

I pushed him off of me and he adjusted himself once again. His face was near my neck I felt the soft touch of his open mouth touch the brim of my neck.

The feeling was unbearable. Is it a sin to feel this good?

I felt something warm, and wet touch my neck. What was it?

I felt it again, it flickered and then I realized Jung Kook had licked my neck. I moaned, as his tongue begin to move as he suck at spots on around my neck to the collar of my sleeping shirt.

I look at him and he was wide awake smirking at me. This was a different Jung Kook from the one I know this definitely not the same Jung Kook who wouldn't dare to hurt a fly and smiling all the time. This was no Jung Kook I knew.

'Above is a photo of the adorable Jung Kook in his sleeping stage. Please, use this to imagine how he looks like as he sleeps'