Anti-romantic | Jungkook

Chapter 24

Their bodies broke into her place, turning into an exterior expression of everything that was going through their heads at that moment. Her hands were everywhere, which made it difficult for Jungkook to form a single coherent thought while he battled to stay standing after Y/n pushed him against the closed door. His breathing was as unstable as his will to keep himself from pounding into her against that same wall to his right.

Her fingers dug into his hair, pulling him closer, while her hips kept pushing him against the wall, keeping him stuck there, making him realize how much control he was losing over himself, and the whole situation itself.

Their lips broke out loud with a pop sound, before she linked them together again only to take his lower lip in between her teeth, pulling from the lip rings at the corner with such sensuality that he could feel himself throb under his boxers.

It was the first time in his life he was fighting himself not to let go completely, as low moans kept burning his throat to his mouth. And Y/n could feel it, sucking right where all those sounds were piling up to make him squirm in front of him.

She was distant, always keeping it safe with him, but whenever he managed to dig enough to rub her weak spot... That woman was a goddess, and he could totally understand how he was willing to worship the ground she walked upon.

Y/n didn't understand what was going with her body, or her mind, she just knew she wanted him and didn't want to think about it, she didn't want any of the regrets, she didn't want to overthink... she just wanted Jungkook all over her, or under, or behind her. He wanted him in all the positions, everywhere.

Jungkook was confused at some of the thoughts that were pushing among all the filthy images going through his brain. Suddenly, the question "What are we?" was annoying him, like a constant beeping that wouldn't let him fully concentrate.

—Am I doing something wrong? —she suddenly asked.

It was obvious by the way he kept tilting his head, or clicking his tongue, that there was something wrong with them. After all, she knew Jungkook was the type to want things when he didn't have them, and get tired of them as soon as he got them.

—What? No —he shook his head—. It's just... —his lip slid through his lower lip, stopping at his lip rings to play with them while his front teeth were on display— Yes, it's your fault.

—My fault? —Y/n pointed at herself surprised, looking around as if that were some type of hidden camera and she was chosen to be the victim of the day.

—You and that fucking curse —she heard him mumble, throwing his head back while he walked across her living room—. It's the first time I don't know what to do —she stopped when she heard him say that—. I don't know where to put my hands, because I don't want to make you feel bad. Like what the fuck is that even? —his grimace broke any seriousness Y/n expected from the conversation, ending up smiling while she saw him struggle with such innocent doubt.

—It's called being decent and respectful? —her answer didn't make things better for him.

—You see the problem, right?

And the truth was that she didn't. Seeing Jungkook being in such an irritable and confused state was something new. Usually, even when he didn't control his surroundings, he always managed to look calm, as if he had everything under control. But he was nervous and anxious that night, almost as if it was his first time.

—Should I see a problem with you trying to treat me nicely? —her eyebrows furrowed deeper with her confusion.

—Yes! —he answered immediately after— I should be fucking you against that wall right now, not having this stupid conversation —his hands pushed his bangs back in frustration—. It's scary as fuck, because it has never happened to me before. I kept trying to deny it, but you're really different from the rest for me. Everything is completely different.