Sexual Toy {Yoonjin}

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Chapter long ahead, unedited.

After calling Jungkook crying, he was amazed, did not stop talking to me until arriving at the door of my apartment, even if I warned him that if the authorities caught him driving and talking on the phone at the same time would arrestLo at the time, he did not even bother to answer, just continued to comfort me, saying that was coming to fill me with pampering and affection, making me smile and forget to cry, just remembering how good it is to have the moreno and the good that made me be with him around.

His reaction to seeing me sitting on the couch full of purple and deep marks on the body not even surprised me, were clear his feelings of anger and concern, but he that side, only worrying about hugging me strongly and crying like a baby on my shoulder, cursing himself for what happened and blaming himself, even if Yoongi’s actions had nothing to do with him.

Now I was taking a shower, lathering my body carefully because I was still sore, even if my will was to scrub my skin, I felt filthy. And only came out of the bath when I thought it was "clean" again. I left the bath with a long sleeve shirt because of the cold weather, as well as a pair of sweatpants and socks, going towards the kitchen, where I felt an inviting smell. I stopped at the door jamb and watched Jungkook, who had a mug of coffee in his hands, leaning back on the kitchen counter while boiling the milk. He seemed to think of something, because he had a frown, as if in deep thoughts. Only came out of this trance when he looked at me, smiling beautifully in my direction, making me blush and smile lightly. I stopped in front of him and hugged him, resting my face on his chest, surrounding my arm around his waist, feeling his chin against the top of my head, without first feeling the sealing of his lips on my forehead. We stayed a few minutes in this position, until I heard a sniffle of it, making me smile weak and look up, coming across Jungkook head down, and some tears falling from his eyes going to his shirt.

I took the coffee mug out of her hand, placing it on the counter, wiping her tears one by one, as she listened to her little sobs.

"Kookie, baby, don’t cry." I say still wiping her tears, which seemed to multiply more and more. "You know it’s not your fault for what happened, it’s my fault for being an idiot and making that ridiculous proposition." I deposited a kiss in the corner of her lips, caressing the apple of her cheeks, still keeping my body glued to yours.

"Don’t blame yourself hyung, you were innocent, I know, but if I had stayed with you none of this would have happened." The tears had stopped, but the sniffles were still audible, as were the sighs coming from his lips.

"There was no way you knew he’d be here and you’d do that, don’t blame yourself for that, just worry about now, my sweet." I say smiling broadly at the same, lifting her head lightly, enough to be able to see the caramelized immensity totally attractive to anyone. I had to lift my head slightly to be able to admire it more, due to our minimal difference in height, and already where I was going to give, with my eyes closed and approaching our faces joined our lips, opening my mouth, enough for his tongue to come into contact with mine. I felt his hands on my neck, pulling me closer, even though I thought we were close enough. I held the back of his shirt tightly, but soon climbed my arms to his neck, circling them in it, and at this very moment the kiss ended. I opened my eyes slowly, being able to see the completely fluffy smile of the maknae that went from ear to ear. Her lips were giving me light stamps, making me laugh happy, to be with someone who makes me well. "You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this Hyung moment." Lightly with the hoarse tone of voice caressing my cheek, while keeping the smile on her face.

"Is that right, Jeon Jungkook?" I say giggling, holding my arms more around her neck. I saw the youngest nod, with a sly smile, making me look at him with an interrogative look, but as if reading my thoughts made gestures of denial. I bit my lip and gave him a light seal on the lips, preparing to separate us, however it was faster, rotating me and putting me on the counter.