Beautiful Boy

Chapter 18

(That picture tho)

I smile happily, wondering why Jungkook gave in so easily. I stare him down, taking his shirt off as slow as I can. I loosen my grip on his wrists, fully letting go to take off my shirt-

And I feel myself being flipped over.

"Fuck," I groan, feeling Kookie's lips bruising my neck.

"I told you," he says, biting my bottom lip, " I am not a bottom."

As he starts to trail his fingers down to my waist line,

"YOU LOSERS BETTER NOT BE FUCKING," Taetae screams, blindly coming in.

I groan when Kookie gets off me (purposefully rubbing his hand on my crotch as he does so), and whispers in my ear.

"We're not done babe."

I shake it off as he leaves, his ass jiggling slightly as he walks out of the room.

"Thank you," I say sarcastically, "for being a cockblock."

He just skips out yelling, "WE HAVE DANCE PRACTICE BITCHES!!"

A/N: I didn't know how to end it sooo.... yuupp