Sex-Education for Virgins

Blanket Kick

I wrote the original story in German but I tried to translate it into English. So if you find any major language mistakes please let me know^^

Enjoy reading!

"You're still a virgin, right?"

The sudden question - though it sounded more like a statement - hit Jungkook like a sudden slap in the face. Unannounced and painful.

"What? No!", he protested, maybe a little bit too fast. The white T-Shirt that he had just pulled over his head was still clutched in his hands, even though he had planned to casually let it drop to the floor. "Why would you even say that?", he further questioned while trying to not make the blush that started to spread across his cheeks too obvious

He was probably failing horrendously, even though up until now he was under the impression that he was doing okay. But of course, he had to mess it up again.

A loud laughter pulled Jungkook out of his dull thoughts and lead his attention back to the other boy who had sat up by now. His bleached hair was messy and the fact that he too wasn't wearing a shirt didn't really help Jungkook to get his head clear.

"So I was right?", he asked again, but this time it certainly was a statement. Instead of answering Jungkook pulled his legs to his chest and wrapped his arms around himself, his shirt was still clutched in his hand because he didn't know what else to do with it. "Hey, no reason to feel ashamed", the other one said and Jungkook could practically hear the grin in his voice while he ruffled through his hair. Jungkook felt like the ground could just break open and swallow him whole and he would be glad for it right then. Meanwhile, his face was flushed with both embarrassment and anger. He was angry not only at the other one who treated him like a child but also at himself. How could he ever have thought, that his dream would just come true like that?

"Hey, Namjoon, I...", Jungkook started of his explanation but was cut off immediately when the other one got up from the bed. Maybe it was better this way, Jungkook had no idea what he wanted to say in the first place.

"How about you put your clothes back on kid?", Namjoon suggested seemingly casual while picking up his own shirt from the ground. Just a few minutes ago he had unbuttoned it as slowly as possible to mess with Jungkook and now this. The kid was what finally gave Jungkook the rest. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to scream or cry. So he just remained sitting on Namjoons bed in a daze and watched as he buttoned up his shirt again and straightened his hair with his fingers.

It felt like an eternity ago that Jungkook had buried his own fingers in that hair while he had pressed his lips against Namjoon's as if his life depended on it. But actually only five minutes could have passed since then. How in God's name did Jungkook manage to mess it all up in such short time, even though it had all worked out so perfectly until now? After all today had finally been the day he had managed to get close to Kim Namjoon, whom he had been crushing on ever since he first saw him. And then he had suddenly come so much closer to him than he had ever expected.

At the party they had flirted with no restraint, much to the amusement of the other people surrounding them. And when the foreseeable 'get a room' was finally spoken and Namjoon grinned while saying, that the idea was not that bad, it made Jungkook's heart flutter in his chest. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe the pure thought of spending the night with his crush, but on the way to Namjoon's apartment, Jungkook had felt dizzy and at the same time light-footed as never before.

And how was he even supposed to explain all of this to Tae tomorrow?

The sudden thought about his best friend finally gave Jungkook the start he had needed to finally get rid of his state of shock. In panic he started searching for his phone. After all he had just left his friend behind alone. He had indeed already written him several messages that Jungkook now opened with sweaty fingers. But the content was not what he had expected.