Anti-romantic | Jungkook

Chapter 28

A groan broke the silence in the room when Y/n felt her head pounding from the sides, her eyes slightly squinted as she rolled over the mattress to lie on her stomach and try to hide her face from the light sneaking through the gray curtains. When she moved her hand up, she felt it colliding against something hard, yet soft to the touch. Her eyebrows furrowed deeper as she moved her fingers over it. The top part was a bit thicker, while the rest of the length got barely any slimmer, with some small bulges standing up as she moved her digits down.

Unable to tell what it was without looking, Y/n sat on the bed with still closed eyes, dragging the weird object all the way outside the sheets. Although her sight was blurry at first, she could differentiate the clear shape of a penis. One click over the small button in the middle of its two balls at the base, and the whole thing started vibrating in her hand, having her quickly drop the object over the bed while she cleaned her hand against her t-shirt.

Or no t-shirt.

As she moved her hand over her chest, she felt the lack of fabric covering her.

One lazy look at her left, and seeing the four black shelves hanging on the wall, filled with CD albums, pushed her to cover her body with the brown sheets she had been sleeping in. One look at her right, and she could remember the view of her neighborhood and the perspective in which she was looking at.

Her heart raced a little bit faster when she looked back ugly dark blue wall leading the bed, and which she had her face against more times than she'd like to admit while she was pounded from behind by...

Jungkook!

Her fingers gripped tighter on the blankets when she heard the tank running on the other side of the door, leading to his bathroom.

She felt like wanting to die when he came out, dedicating one of his annoying smirks at her while he hung his black t-shirt over his naked shoulder, flexing his right tattooed arm to flex his muscles.

—Morning, 3A —he tilted his head—. Slept well?

Y/n ignored his question, thinking she'd be relieved at seeing him dressed, but panicking all over again when she noticed the absence of her panties, while finding them over the floor with the rest of clothes she wore the previous day.

—Why am I naked in your bed? —she asked, concern slowly hitting every nerve in her body— What happened last night?

—You don't remember? —he lifted his eyebrows, looking at her with fake offense— That's a bit... I'm hurt, seriously.

—Jungkook, for your own sake, leave the jokes and tell me what happened.

—I think your panties on the floor should be answering that question better —he calmly answered.

Jungkook had been thinking all morning of a way to get back at her for the awful night she made him go through. He knew he promised he'd try to be more gentle and easy on her to prove his feelings to her, but he couldn't let that chance to piss her off slide.

Her hands pulled from the blanket, keeping it tight around her body while she walked through the room to pick up her clothes with her free hand. Before he could say another word, her hand moved up to cut him off and interrupt whatever it was he was going to say to make the situation worse.

—I don't wanna know —she interrupted him—. Nope. If it's blank in my head, better.

—You sure you don't wanna know?

—Nope —she assured him again.

—Are you sure?

—I have the chance to forget a big mistake. So yes, I'm fucking sure —she repeated, looking at him dead in the eye.