Here Comes The Sun | JIKOOK

Chapter 1

Jungkook met him at a club he’d never been to before, had entered on a whim. He caught his eyes a few minutes after he walked in. A dark-haired beauty on the dance floor, moving with calculated seductive grace. His gaze beckoned for Jungkook to join him when he finally noticed that he was being watched. Jungkook’s limbs moved of their own volition.

Once he was standing opposite him, the mysterious brunette wasted no time in pulling him in for a savage kiss. Jungkook enveloped him in his arms, relishing the feel of his lean supple body, the way he writhed against him communicating what he wanted clearer than words ever could.

They had sex before they learned each other’s names. Not the order in which Jungkook did things but when the brown-eyed siren in his arms whispered darkly against his mouth, “You want to get out of here?”

The only thing Jungkook could do was nod and lead the way to his apartment. On the way, they almost tore each other’s clothes off, stopping at every corner to make out furiously. The sex was spectacular. Jungkook couldn’t remember being with a more passionate partner. The smaller man gave as good as he got. He was like a wild animal, volatile, feral, impossible to tame. He clawed at Jungkook’s back, demanding harder, deeper, even though Jungkook feared that he would split him into half at the brutal pace he’d set.

When he reached the peak of his pleasure, he stiffened underneath Jungkook, threw his head back, his curls framing the pillow, his mouth opened in a perfect O and Jungkook had never seen a more beautiful sight, and he felt his heart crack wide open and it filled with an emotion that was at once liberating and devastating in its intensity.

I think I just fell in love

He trembled through his own orgasm and collapsed on his side of the bed. Before he could catch his breath, the man beside him was already rolling away from him and standing up. He turned to face Jungkook, seemingly unbothered by his nakedness.

“Can I use your bathroom?” he asked, tone all too casual.

“Um… sure,” Jungkook replied, nodding his head for emphasis although he wanted to ask what was the rush.

Jungkook lay there, his breathing returning to normal, his heartbeat still erratic as he listened to the sounds coming from his bathroom. The guy returned after a few minutes, now doing his best to avoid meeting Jungkook’s eyes. When he started to dress, Jungkook panicked and blurted, “You don’t have to leave.”

The guy pulled his jeans on and started to button them; his gaze resolutely fixed on his task. “I kinda do actually.”

“I’m Jungkook by the way,” he offered weakly.

He was about to put his shirt back on but he paused, sighed, and looked at Jungkook. “I’m Jimin,” he said but with great reluctance, as though saying his name alone cost him a great deal.

“Jimin,” Jungkook breathed the name. He liked the sound of it, a lot. “I would like to take you out, Jimin.”

“Like, on a date?”

Jungkook nodded. “Yeah, on a date.” I want to take you on so many dates

“I can’t.”

“You can’t?”

Jimin was fully dressed now and his entire demeanor screamed that he couldn’t wait to get away. He rocked back on the balls of his feet, shifting from one foot to the other. “Look, Jungkook, this was really fun but it’s just a one-time thing. I have a boyfriend and I love him very much. I wasn’t looking for anything other than casual sex, I’m sorry.”