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The pleasure was diminishing and instead that very small voice in Jungkook's mind was growing even louder...
"Anya...." Jungkook sighed in an unaudible voice, his forehead pressed against her shoulder.
Bora's eyes shot open as she heard something but couldn't hear clearly
"What?", she asked, her voice a mixture of shock and anger, She slightly pushed Jungkook, pinning her down.
As Bora's voice pulled him back to reality, Jungkook realized that he had said that out loud. He closed his eyes tightly and cursed under his breath.
"My Head," he immediately came up with a a lie, didn't remove his head from her shoulder.
Bora huffed with annoyance. For a moment, she was confused, but she believed him as she heard the hint of huskiness in his voice.
"Your head?", she murmured, her hands moving through his hair, "I thought I heard a name."
Jungkook's head was a mess. He was a mix of alcohol, frustration, and everything else. So at this moment, the last thing he wanted was to give Bora more reason to annoy him.
He slowly moved away, sitting up, putting a distance between them.
"It's just a headache..." he said, rubbing his forehead. "And I said, Shut up."
Bora's annoyance grew as he moved away, but she tried to hide it with a pout.
She sat up too, adjusting her nightdress back on her shoulder.
"Is it that bad?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice, but then her gaze fell on his bare chest and her mood changed again.
She leaned forward, running her fingers slowly over his chest, "Maybe I could help you take your mind off it... " She whispered huskily.
Jungkook flinched as her fingers ran over his chest, his muscles twitching under her touch. He closed his eyes and tried to maintain his composure.
"No," his voice came out harsher than he intended as he grabbed her hands to stop her.
"Just... don't touch me again," he said. His grip was firm but not painful. "And please leave..."
Bora's pout deepened as he grabbed her hands and pulled them away. She was annoyed... annoyed that she was rejected.
