Two Weeks - BTS JungKook Fanfic

I want you

I hesitated before taking his hand as it sat between us. He startled but held on as if he thought I might disappear. We were quiet the whole ride to the hotel, but it was a comfortable silence as I enjoyed looking around at everything. I realised Kookie had his eyes closed so I spent some time looking at him, instead of all the shops and buildings we were passing. I slipped my hand from his so I could grab my water from my bag, my mouth was suddenly parched.

I looked back at him and found him watching me. I spilled a drop of water on my lip and he reached up to wipe it away before I could and slowly licked his finger, still watching me. I tried not to react but I couldn't help it, my eyes betrayed me and my tongue flicked out to wet my lips. I tore my eyes from his with a barely audible "wow", the look in his eyes was one I never expected to be aimed at me, epecially not from him.

I'd had the "I'm interested" look a few times but never "I'm picturing you wearing nothing but me" look. There was no other way to accurately describe everthing I saw in the seconds that passed but that was pretty close.

The hotel room was beautiful and the view even more so. Kookie took my suitcase key and busied himself unpacking my stuff, making sure nothing had been damaged while I gaped out the window. Four years after I became fully engrossed in Korean fashion and music I was finally here. Not as a tourist, but as a designer. Sixteen years after I made the choice to persue fashion after my initial dream of becoming a singer was shattered fully when I realised I would never be given the chance to get proper vocal and dance training.

I have no idea how much time had passed while I stood there, or even when I stopped staring outside. I came to leaning against the window seconds before my lips were captured. I responded automatically as if the lips belonged to me, as if I'd been kissing them for a long time. My jacket was unzipped and pulled off, still we kissed. I felt like I had slipped out of reality and couldn't think properly, lost in the sensation of Kookie's lips against mine.

As soon as I thought that something in my head clicked and I pushed him back a little. What the hell? What was I thinking? I'm too much older than Kookie for this to be happening. I focused a bit more just in time to stop a second assault on my senses.
"Kookie, wait!"

Or at least that's what I was supposed to say. My top was pulled up and over my head quickly, my words lost in the fabric as if he knew what I was going to say. All I managed to do was whisper his name before he pushed me against the glass and kissed me again, this time with more force.

My four inch platformed boots put me at only an inch shorter so he was able to press his body against mine. He pushed away and pulled off his own top, snapped my bra open as it was a front closure bra and proceeded to overwhelm my senses with his kisses and his hands on my body.

Kookie kissed his way down my body and I was helpless. He kissed and bit his way towards the top of my jeans and back up again. He moved back a little and I fought to focus on his face.

"I did tell you I don't care about the age gap. I want you *kiss* I want this *kiss* I want us." He whispered against my lips before lightly kissing them again. He grinned at me and I couldn't help smiling back.

"I want us so it's ok, I'm old enough to make up my mind and to know what I want, and that's you. You've been ignoring my hints so far, but I'm not letting you any more."

I opened my mouth to speak and closed it again. He was looking at me so earnestly, so sure of himself. I needed to accept that he was grown up enough to know what he wanted even if it was me. Even if the thought of hurting him somehow scared me. Even if...

"I feel like you're wasting your love on me. I won't lie to you, sweetness. You could easily find a gorgeous girl much closer to your age and be with her. I..."

Kookie stepped closer and silenced me with a kiss.
"You aren't using me, don't worry. We're best friends, you're smart, kind, caring, beautiful and so much more. Right now I want to be yours completely for however long you'll have me."

I wanted to argue but it was pointless. I loved him as more than just a best friend and was tired of being alone. I had gone for so long avoiding relationships after a brief disaster in my early 20s that had gone from heaven to the deepest level of hell in a month. My ex had gone from being the perfect boyfriend to an agressively obsessed stalker and I was only saved through being rushed to hospital after collapsing from heat exhaustion.

Some poor girl who was a similar height and build to me just happened to be walking passed the cafe I was supposed to be meeting my ex in holding the hand of her boyfriend when my ex spotted her. He assumed it was me and followed them in a jealous rage, before attacking them down an alleyway. He had spotted a brick not far from the entrance and threw it at the guy knocking him out, before turning on the girl, he was too far gone in his jealousy and anger to see that it wasn't me until it was too late, too many punches had landed. Both of them ended up in hospital and he ended up in jail after someone had called the police.