one night stand | jjk

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his chest warms your back as you're against him, while his hand holds your wrist that's around your waist. being so close to each other that makes the air thick in tension, the unspoken desires. the way Jungkook is panting in secret, while his skin feels yours. This close proximity is just right for him. not for you. his lips graze your neck, the same movement, the same feeling that you haven't forgotten.

He finds pleasure in feeling the skin of your neck, it's still got the same softness that he remembers. the silence that engulfed the two of you, it tells many stories. Most of them come from Jungkook himself. stories that he would never want to tell you, never want you to find out about. "Please..." he whispers while his lips continue to feel you. "fuck-" his fingers hold onto your wrist, afraid that you'll leave, giving him no answers to his questions.

both, what he's spoken and what's hidden inside him. you can clearly hear the levels of his breathing getting heavier as the seconds pass, the feeling of being this close to him, it doesn't feel the same as it did that night. this feels different, you can't interpret what. is it his anger? What is this?

Jungkook's eyes close while he continues his actions, drawing lines on your wrist ever so slightly, so you don't feel them. the rhythm of Jungkook's heart beats varies from yours, if he runs fast then yours have stopped, in confusion and worry. his lips grow deeper down to the front of your neck, that was your last straw. the fuck is he doing, you don't even like him. "answer to me, dar-"

"are you fucking out of your mind?" you push him away, the man takes about 3 steps behind, looking at you with his droopy eyes. while yours are bloodshot, frustrated at his actions. "What do you think of me? What do you want from me?"

you throw harsh questions at his road. He got close to you to ask about another man? for what? What's in his mind? a myriad of questions race through your mind, and you're sure that he has no answer for them by the look of his face. not only does he look fucking nuts but he looks drunk and he had'nt even drank alcohol enough to make him look like this, but somehow he looks more wasted than he looked at the club where he drank about 3 bottles of champange.

he looks at you, like he didn't care a word you said. "what? what the hell did you think when you were doing-" you pointed at the place when you both were close to each other. "that? huh? you want to fuck someone, go fuck someone. I'm not an option! you've seen the result here? or did you forget like you always do?" you look down at your bump, clenching your jaw, trying to stop more words from erupting your mouth. Jungkook looks at your face, blinking slowly as he tries to remove his inner waist coat.

"You wanna know about Taehyung right? I like him and he likes me! Does the answer satisfy you?" you speak, each word grits your teeth as you speak and answer his questions. he looks at you, barely blinking his eyes before he closes them with his eyelids for longer than a minute. "you've got what you wanted!"

you say before storming out of the room, before that you removed the Laurent heels that he purchased for you that cost about $1300. you threw it to the edge of the door and walked out of his room to get to yours. his eyes close fast when he hears the door bang.

heaving a sigh, he throws his waist coat and begins to cuss. "fuck- what the fuck was i thinking- fuck!" He began to curse himself when he realised that he made you uncomfortable and probably damaged the very little bond that the two of you had, even if it's not exactly a bond to call it.

maybe just a mutual trust that you both had. He sits on the bed, his palms covering his face as his elbows lay on his knees. Jungkook was not in his right state of mind when he did all that, he did not think twice and he's very aware of how inappropriate that was.

you both were not too comfortable for anything of that sort, neither were the two of you in even just friend terms. It's hard to define what you two share. what's clear is that, you do not look at him in that way neither do you like him in any sort of ways.