Mr. Playboy | Jungkook

Only Mine

Current Status: Freaking out about the sudden realization of wanting to have sex with Jungkook.

Okay, okay...relax Y/N.

Seeing how freaked out I was, Eunjae began to speak. "Hold on! Maybe I'm wrong. You are probably just confused since you're like an untouched, innocent virgin???"

"Yeah, probably..." I said in a small voice, unable to figure out my own feelings.

I think I just like to be touched in a way no one has touched me before...

"No. You know what? I do want to have sex with Jungkook. It might be because I'm a hormonal virgin or a tumor in my brain is manipulating my thoughts," I stated, "But that doesn't mean I'm gonna fling myself towards him."

Eunjae nodded, a smile forming on her face, "Okay then. Shall we pretend this conversation never happened?"

Yup.

"So I'm gonna use the restroom, so don't do anything stupid while I'm gone," she commanded, one of her eyebrows raised.

She left the room, closing the door behind her. I felt my heart racing in my chest, all the flashbacks of Jungkook's touch on my body. I never really thought that sex was a possible thing for me. It just seems unreal. But I know I will never really have that cheesy relationship that I always wanted to have.

"I'm back," Eunjae announced, my eyes lighting up as I thought of the most riskiest thing I could do, given my virgin personality.

"I need you to teach me," I asked her, making her question my intentions.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"I need you to teach me how to flirt and act irresistible," I cheered, the thought of teasing Jungkook bringing a smirk to my face.

"Why?" She asked me, concerned.

"I'm tired of being the 'virgin' or whatever. I wanna be a total badass that makes boys drool all over me. I want to take risks!" I exclaimed, Eunjae finally understanding what I meant.

"Fine, but just saying, you can get hurt. A lot." She warned, her disapproval written all over her face.

I don't care. I've been hurt way too much, it's my turn to do the heart breaking.

"First of all, you need to change your wardrobe." She skimmed my figure, making me look down.

I was wearing light blue mom jeans with a plain, white t-shirt tucked into my pants. I also wore my white sneakers which have surprisingly stayed clean. My hair was in a messy bun, not giving a damn about it.

"What's wrong with this? The guy still flirted with me!" I exclaimed, trying to defend myself.

"Uhm, so? Guys don't just flirt with girls who are dressed all nice and shit. You can still get cat called wearing the most baggiest items on Earth!"

"Fine." I gave up, letting her do whatever she wants, like if I was her barbie doll.

She assembled an outfit for me, that I kinda liked, but kinda felt insecure about wearing.

It was a white, laced crop top with long sleeves and a blue skirt that was a little over my mid-thigh.

"I don't know..." I said shyly, twisting my toe into the ground. The only reason I have these kinds of clothes is because my mom secretly put them in my luggage bag.

I never really wore 'girly' stuff. I was more of a jeans with a hoodie type of girl. Even if I'm more fit then I was before, I do get flashbacks of the time I would be embarrassed when I go clothes shopping, because I would go to the plus size section.