IDOL | BTS 8th member

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas

A/N: WARNING. This chapter has explicit content.  

If you're not interested, please feel free to skip this chapter. For the rest of you, enjoy. :)

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LOS VEGAS PTD DAY 2, 2022.

The second the hotel room door clicked shut behind them, Jungkook had Minhee pressed against it, his hands firm on her waist as their lips crashed together in a feverish kiss.

She gasped into his mouth, fingers threading into his dark hair, tugging just enough to make him groan. The adrenaline from the concert, the buzz from the alcohol, the sheer electricity crackling between them.

It was euphoric.

"I missed you," Jungkook murmured against her lips, his voice rough and breathless. His hands roamed over her body, pulling her flush against him.

Minhee let out a breathy laugh, her lips ghosting over his jaw as she whispered

"I missed you too."

The past month and a half has been a complete whirlwind. From Jin's injury, Minhee getting covid, (then J-Hope) possibly missing the Grammys, Jungkook getting sick, to where they are now-

Life definitely takes unexpected turns thats for sure. 

His hands slid down to her thighs, effortlessly lifting her up. 

"Jungkook!" she shrieked with her legs wrapped around his waist as and he carried her through the dimly lit suite, their lips never parting for long.

Minhee flopped onto the massive bed, stretching out with a satisfied hum.

Jungkook crawled onto the bed beside her, propping his head up on his hand as he gazed at her with a soft grin.

She reached up, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead before tracing his jawline with her fingers causing him to shiver slightly at the touch. 

"You're so pretty," she murmured, a bit tipsy

Jungkook groaned, burying his face in the crook of her neck. 

"Don't say stuff like that when I'm trying to behave"

Minhee let out a breathy laugh, tilting her head to give him more access as he started pecking kisses down her neck. 

"Behave? Since when do you behave?"

Jungkook grinned against her skin before pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. 

"You're right," he mused, voice dropping to a lower register 

"I don't."

Minhee's breath hitched as Jungkook deepened the kiss, his hands sliding under the fabric of her black tank top, fingers tracing slow circles along her waist. His touch sent shivers up her spine.

She hummed against his lips, completely lost in him. 

"This is nice."

Jungkook chuckled, his lips moving along her jaw, then down to her neck. 

"Just nice?" he murmured, voice teasing as he nipped lightly at her skin

"Maybe m-more than nice-" Minhee gasped, her fingers tightening around the back of his neck feeling a warm sensation

Jungkook grinned against her skin before pulling back slightly to look at her. 

Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy with lingering adrenaline and her lips swollen from their kisses.