Fuck it, ILY

Bathroom (18+)

Nien's POV

After a long, fun drive and an even better meal, everyone was finally resting in their respective rooms. The penthouse had settled into a comfortable silence, the kind that happens after a full day of laughter, beach games, and too much food. The ocean breeze from Jeju's coastline gently wafted through the open windows, bringing a soothing calm that made me feel completely at ease.

I had just stepped out of a hot, relaxing bath and wrapped myself in one of my favorite oversized shirts. It was soft and comfortable, draping over me in a way that felt like home. I took my time fixing my hair, brushing out the damp strands, letting them fall naturally over my shoulders. The mirror was fogged up from the steam, and I absentmindedly wiped it clean as I applied my nightly skincare routine. My reflection stared back at me, relaxed, refreshed, and a little bit tired.

Just as I was finishing up, I felt his presence before I even saw him. Jungkook walked into the bathroom quietly, standing directly behind me. I looked up at him through the mirror, noticing how his eyes had changed. They weren't the usual doe-like, innocent eyes that I loved so much. No, this was something else—something more intense, more desperate.

"Hey," I started to say, a smile already forming on my lips. But before I could finish my sentence, Jungkook moved faster than I expected. In one swift motion, he spun me around to face him. My breath hitched, caught off guard by how quickly he moved, and before I had time to process anything, his lips were on mine.

The kiss was urgent, filled with a longing that took me by surprise. His hands found their way to my waist, pulling me closer to him as if he couldn't bear the distance between us for even a second longer. I melted into him, my hands instinctively moving up to his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt.

It wasn't a slow, soft kiss. It was raw, passionate, like he had been holding back all day and could no longer contain himself. The desperation in the way he kissed me made my heart race, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. Jungkook wasn't just kissing me; he was claiming me in a way that made my knees weak.

And just as quickly as it started, he pulled back. His breath was uneven, his chest rising and falling in sync with mine. I blinked up at him, still trying to catch my own breath, completely taken aback by what had just happened. His lips were slightly swollen from the kiss, and his eyes—oh, his eyes—were dark, filled with something I couldn't quite place.

He stared at me for a moment, his hands still resting on my waist. I could see the internal battle in his mind, like he was holding something back, trying to restrain himself.

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The second time he kissed me, I didn't hesitate from doing more and it had his mouth dropping when he felt my hand trace down his toned chest. He let that feeling motivate his hands to do the same to me and they ran along my sides till he could feel my front. His hands slipped under my top and found my chest, gently reaching to touch me as he kissed me with his tongue.

My fingers trailed down his navel to the waistband of his jeans, tugging softly and teasingly that I felt the way he sucked in a shaky breath. When he didn't pull away to tell me to stop and why wouth he? I undo the button and zipper. Jungkook's rough fingers caressed my breasts ever so softly but with an added pressure that made me let out a small sigh, especially when he ran his thumb over my nipples.

He released a light groan against my lips when I got more confident in my actions and slipped into the hem of his Calvin Klein's. I barely touched his growing member but I felt it hardened against me, the more attention I gave to it and it was all just exciting to me. His kisses were needy and his rough hands felt so good against my sensitive buds that I couldn't hold myself back. I wanted to make him feel good too and I could tell me where.