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My breath hitches, my throat clenches, my soul almost leaves from my body, panic rushes all over my body, even through my veins and blood. I feel a twist on my stomach and my hands begin to shake slightly. Anxiety attack. I'm having an anxiety attack and it's been a while since I got the last one.
What is he doing here? How? How did he get there? Why did they even allow an almost-atheist person inside the church? I step back and immediately my back plasters with the wooden wall as the confession room is a small room. It feels like a giant elephant in a room. I gulp when he stands right in front of me and I get to notice that—holy trinity.
He's wearing a full-length black Cassock, a golden chain around his neck with a cross hanging below, his hair is messy as always, some sort of tattoos peeking up from the full sleeve of his right hand as he places the palm above my head as he bends down to meet my face.
I'll die for sure. Not sure because of the anxiety attack or the hotness of the man standing in front of me who is bending fully to see my face where horror is written all over. Since when he became a church father? And if he's the father then the whole city is gonna be so religious just for him, just to see him in the church.
“Jungkook—” I breathe out when he stretches his arm and begins to play with my hair. “Yes, Flower.” He says while his eyes staring at my lips. My chest heaves up and down violently. He drops his hand and reaches my slightly visible collar bone as he rubs his thumb against it.
“What if I fuck you in this small confession room, in the middle of the church?” He asks calmly, ever so casually and my breath almost gets stuck in my lungs. He can't be serious. Then again, he's always so serious when it comes to sex. “No.” I whisper, I gulp and continue, “You wouldn’t do that.” I whisper slowly and he chuckles, his fingers trace above my breast and showers them with his lustful dirty stares.
“You’ve no fucking idea about me yet.” He says as he suddenly wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him, yanking me upward, I face him. Face to face, chest to chest. My heart drums against my ribcage and I can get out any time. My fingers are shaking slowly as I tug the black fabric of his cassock.
“Jungkook, this is a holy place. You can't—you can't—” I can't finish as he pushes me against the wall and presses his lips on my neck, kisses there gently and butterflies begin to fly across the tiny room restlessly. “And I fucking bet that you would moan for me when I'm pounding inside you hard, my cock will deeply buried inside your little cunt like a forever virgin you’re.” He licks the certain spot, making me shiver and making my knees shaking like jelly.
His hands find my breasts as he cups both of them, tugging them upwards and squeezing them tightly, making me gasp and I tug his cassock tightly. “Jungkook, no—” I say breathlessly, I'm already short of breath because of the man tangling himself with me and also this small room and we’re—inside the church.
