How Jungkook Has Fallen

Calm Down, Just Calm Down

Jungkook is smiling as he drives off, and you are holding on to him. He isn't surprised that his body is reacting to your closeness. 

He scolds himself, 'calm down, just calm down.' He turns off the usual trail and follows another until it gets narrower. Holding closer to Jungkook, you rest your head behind his shoulder to avoid being hit by branches. 

You mummer, "Where the hell is he taking me?" Yet you're not angry. You feel the warmth of his body through his leathers, and you relax, letting the feel of him and his scent fill your soul.

 Between his cologne and leather, you are almost in heaven. You mumble, "Agh, get a grip on yourself, Jelan." Yet you think, 'Yeah, like a grip on his . . . Dammit, don't think about last night. It will be your undoing!' You sigh and hold on tight.

Jungkook also had his head down, but he had traveled this trail many times and knew it well. He smiled because you had to hold him closer to avoid the branches. The deeper into the woods you go, the darker it gets. The trees formed a canopy over the narrow trail. 

Suddenly, the narrow trail opens up into a beautiful sun-lit meadow. You can't believe your eyes—it's so beautiful. Jungkook stops his bike, puts the kickstand down, and removes his helmet. He shakes his head to clear his hair out of his face. He gets off the bike to help you dismount. You land on your feet and remove your helmet. 

You brush your hair with your hand to some form of control. You look around the meadow, "Kooki, this is beautiful." You smile when you turn back to him.

He is smiling, too, "You called me Kooki." 

You grimace; you didn't mean to, "Oh um, sorry, I didn't mean to, it just slipped out." You stop talking and start to laugh, and he does, too. That was the second time you called him Kooki.

 He says, "I like it, but I would like it better if you called me yours."

Shocked, you stare at him, "What?" 

Jungkook steps closer and takes your hand in his. He leans in and kisses you. Stunned for a moment, you let him, enjoying the warmth of his lips on yours. 

You come to your senses and whack him on the leg with your helmet, "What do you think you're doing!? I thought you wanted to talk."

Jungkook sits on the ground, rubbing his leg, "Did you have to do that?" 

You put your helmet down and sit beside him. "I'm sorry. I was just caught off guard. I didn't mean actually to hurt you." 

You start to gently rub his leg where you hit him, hoping to ease the pain. He suddenly goes very still. You look up at him, wondering what is wrong. "You ok?" 

Jungkook closes his eyes, draws a deep breath, and slowly releases it. "Can you please stop touching me?"

Angry, you stand up and glare down at him, "If you hate my touch so much, then why did you bring me here? Why did you kiss me, and why did you do what you did last night!?" 

You're mad at him and yourself. You wish last night had never happened because, apparently, last night meant nothing to him. You are so angry you start to walk away.

He calls out, "Wait, Jelan!"

 You stop and turn around, arms across your chest, glaring at him. He stands and says, "I really need to talk to you about last night. I'm sorry for what I did. I took something special from you, and I'm sorry." 

Your anger affected your vision; everything went black except his face. You were so focused on him.

Anger, making your voice tremble, you say to him, "You took nothing that I did not willingly give! Are you saying you are sorry you had sex with me!? Was I not good enough for you, Mr. International Playboy!?"

You turn to storm off when he grabs your arm. "Will you just stop and listen to me!"

You use your leg to sweep his out from under him and he lands on his back, looking up at you, but he is smiling!