𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌-𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

Chapter 31

The warmth of Jungkook's body was relaxing me.

His lips trailed from my lips down the skin of my neck. His soft, wet touches made my heart want to burst, but I inherited the feeling.

My mind was lost in the sensation, I forgot how long we we're doing this. I realised that Jungkook paused, gently looking down upon me.

"Do you love me, Y/n?" He whispered.

The hue in his eyes softened. More doe-shaped and innocent-like, as if he wiped his whole cold persona. Each side of my lips faintly smiled. "Yes." I whispered back, running my fingers through the locks of his hair.

"That's funny. I always thought you hated my guts." He said teasingly. I let loose another smile and his leaned forth back to my lips.

For a third time, his eyes met mine, with an innocence touching them. "Is this okay?"

I nodded. "Yes."

His hands traced a softness down the line of my stomach, then clasped to each side of my waist. Another desirous kiss was led on by him. I felt his warm breath over my lips and my neck again.

My phone hummed on the duvet of my bed. Over a meter beside my head, from my peripheral view, I saw the screen light up.

Jungkook relinquished before I extended my arm to grab it. To cut a break between a makeout session just looking at my phone was an eerie minute of silence.

The notification came from Cha Eun Woo's phone. A text that he wrote to me.

Jungkook's face, growing more impatient within every second of not having his lips on me, was quietly sucking his teeth from behind my phone where my view of him was partially blocked.

"Who's texted you?" He said. Having a hint of both annoyance and velocity. He turned the screen toward him where he could see before I could even come with an answer.

"Cha Eun Woo." I said slightly reluctant. He's already seen it now, so what's there to lie about?

His expression shimmered to a subtle anguish. "Tell him you're busy."

Reading the text, it said 'Wanna meet up?' along with 'There is something I want to tell you.' I had the second thought. Then a third one.

"But, what if it's something important?" I locked eyes with his. My eyebrow arched up that had that trigger of curiosity.

Jungkook lightly scorned. "Say that you can't right now." He said.

"I'm serious, Jungkook." I said. My features toughened and Jungkook laid off a little with that tentative look spreading on his face.

I lifted myself up and stared over the text like an art gallery. In that moment, I didn't really care whether or not Jungkook had the hard-on mobility to want more than just a kiss for 2 minutes.

I told myself it wasn't gonna be like that. Especially in the evening with my family downstairs.

Jungkook just sat there quietly beside me while pondering at the wall and the ceiling. For a solid 10 seconds of zero talk, I hoisted my butt of the bed to head downstairs.

Jungkook traced his gaze on me.

"I'll go get the sleeping bag." I said. My hand was already dragging the door behind me before he started speaking.

"I don't need one."

I paused to look at him quizzically. He leaned back with his shoulders to his neck while a pretentious smirk twisted his lips.