FAME's 99

50.

MYLANN
IN KOREA
PT4

Tonight it's movie night. We're spending the night at the dorm with the guys watching movies. So here we are, in the living room, sprawled on the couch with snacks, drinks, and a blanket. Jungkook and I are at one end of the couch far away from the other one.

— I need this girl to die already, Jimin groans about the main character.

— She's so boring, I add, rolling my eyes.

Jungkook has his head on my chest, absently stroking my belly, but I know him too well.

— Stop, I whisper.

— I'm literally doing nothing, he whispers back.

— I know you, I say, giving him a knowing look.

He takes me by the throat gently and starts kissing my jawline.

— Stop, I whisper again, but my voice is shakier.

— Why ? He murmurs before kissing me again.

I try to push him away, but it's half-hearted. The room is dark, and everyone's focused on the movie. His kisses move from my jawline to my neck, and my resolve is melting.

— Jungkook, I manage to say, trying to sound firm but failing miserably.

He grins against my skin.

— We're not doing anything, he says, his voice low and husky.

I feel a shiver run down my spine. The movie is completely forgotten. He nips at my ear, and I can't help but let out a soft gasp. He chuckles softly, clearly pleased with himself.

— We're gonna get caught, I whisper, glancing around nervously.

— Then be quiet, he teases, his hand slipping under the blanket.

His fingers slip under the waistband of my pants, and hold back my gasp. I glance around again, making sure no one's looking as I struggle to keep my composure.
His touch sends waves of pleasure through me. I bite my lip as hard as I can, trying to stifle my reactions.
I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulder. He's relentless, and I'm quickly losing control. The room fades away, and all I can focus on is him.

He add a second finger in me and directly cover my mouth with his large hands. The sensation is overwhelming, I bite down on his hand, trying to keep quiet as possible . He watches me, eyes dark and intense, clearly enjoying the effect he's having. My breaths come out in ragged gasps, muffled by his hand.

—    Stay quiet baby, he murmurs, a wicked grin on his face.

I nod weakly, barely able to process anything beyond him. His hand shifts slightly, making me whimper softly against his palm. My body trembles under his touch, my breaths shaky and uneven. The pressure of his hand on my mouth, his fingers inside me—it's all too much. I can feel myself teetering on the edge, my body responding to his every move.

—     I need water, says Hobi, standing up and stretching as he heads toward the kitchen.

Jungkook's hands immediately retreat, and he adjusts the blanket over us like nothing happened. I glare at him, my face burning. He leans close to me, his voice barely audible.

— Let's go to the car. I'll find an excuse.

Before I can respond, he sits up, stretching dramatically.