killer

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+Jeon Jungkook

Its been a week since ive worked at the cafe with taehyung. Last week I convinced myself not to go to the bridge again, but this week I am. I want to be completely alone with him again, not alone in public. Maybe because I want to see what he's ready to do to me, or maybe just because the atmosphere feels better when we're alone. But ill never know because my brain wants so many things and I don't know what to give it.

My shift has been over for a while, and it's currently eight-thirty. I decide I should leave now and get there earlier than taehyung.

But, of course, he's there first. I stand next to him, a little closer than next time. "Hey Jungkook," he says simply. I hum in acknowledgment.

"You didnt come last week," he says, and I shrug. "I had better things to do," i say.

"I'll show you better things to do," he says suddenly, and in a swift movement he turns me around and puts his hands on either side of me, trapping me. I stare at him, completely startled.

His hand cups my neck, and it travels over my collarbone, my chest, brushes over my nipple, over my ribs, around to the small of my back, over my asks, and it just stops there. He stares at me, almost lustfully. Then his hand travels a little lower, and out of nowhere he squeezes my ass with his firm hand. I yelp, and he grins. But I settle down, and I just continue to stare at him.

I'm getting nervous, but my body doesnt have a way to express it, so I just start laughing. And soon I'm bending over laughing because I cant stop, and i ruined the sexual moment. I calm down to just a few giggles, and my face feels hot

"What's so funny?" He asks, and I blink a few times before shaking my head. "Nothing," I say, and its true. Nothing is funny at all.

I sit back up, turning back to the view behind us. He does too, and we just kind of sit there in silence, before I remember something.

"You missed your chance again," I say. "Huh?"

"To kiss me, you missed your chance to kiss me," I tell him, and he lets an 'ah' fall out of his mouth.

"You seem pretty desperate," he says, and I bite my lip. "I'm not," I say, avoiding his eyes.

"I doubt that," he says, and I roll my eyes.

"Well don't, because I'd be pretty grossed out if you kissed me," I try, and I feel his hand wrap around my arm, and he turns me to the side. I only see his face for a second before his hand cups my jaw, and he leans in slowly, and I find myself waiting, just waiting for his lips to touch mine, and the anticipation is building up.

But his lips dont touch mine. I open my eyes, met with him grinning at me, and i see he pulled away. His hands leave me, and He heaves himself up to sit on the thick railing bordering the bridge. I glare at him.

"You didn't seem that grossed out to me," he says, and I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back a rude remark.

"Youre such a jerk," I settle with, pushing his shoulder a little too rough. The only reason it was a little too rough was because he falls back, and he lands in the Crystal clear water. I gasp, cursing under my breath. I run around the railing and to the side of the still river, around where he fell. He pops out from under the water, and he has to tread because its really deep. I reach out a hand to help him, because hes gasping for air, but I knew I made a mistake when he grins at me. Its no surprise when he grabs my arm and pulls me in with him, but I begin to panic and flail, trying to keep myself from drowning.

"No- Tae, I cant swim!" I say, and I try to reach for him. I wrap my legs around his waist and his arms around his shoulders, snd he struggles to keep us both afloat.

I close My eyes, not ready to fucking die from drowning. But then the movement stops, and taehyung is just holding me. I take the risk and open an eye, and I see hes standing in the water. he found a higher level of ground, and from his shoulders up is above water. I look up, and hes just staring at me, smiling. Hes still holding me.

"Tae?" He asks, and I groan. Out of all the things he questions, its the nickname.

"Saying your full name would take too long, I say, my cheeks heating in embarrasment.

"You're an idiot, Jungkook," he says, so softly I can barely hear. His voice isn't sarcastic or rude, just simply soft and sweet. His hair is plastered to his forehead, as are his clothes to his body. He just looks kind of beautiful, and I cant fight it anymore.

So I kiss him. I lean forward, wrapping around him even more, and my lips lock with his, in a wet, sloppy kiss. He kisses back, setting me more comfortably around his waist. He tastes kind of salty, but I ignore it.

We pull back, the both of us breathing heavily. I stare into his eyes, our noses still barely a centimeter apart. And all I can do is look at him, and listen to our shallow breathing and the lap of water all around us, because I'm too out of breath to speak, and not because of the kiss.

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i love myself for this