Be my tutor? || JK fanfic

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Frisky start, you have been warned

Perhaps it's the excessive sweating that made alcohol evaporate and soon enough my head became crystal clear. I slammed the wall with my fist in frustration because I can't dig in my nails, but I held onto it nevertheless. My legs are shaky and I'm running out of breath while Jungkook isn't showing any signs of exhaustion

"Jungkook, I can't...", I tried to speak but my words turned into moans at the end. His grip on my hips tightened, maybe he even pumped up the rhythm but I didn't think it was possible. The room is filled with our heavy breathing and his hips hitting against my butt, thankfully the music outside is loud enough to cover it up

"I'm close", he growled in my ear through panting

"On your knees, princess", I obeyed and automatically opened my mouth to suck on his shaft and give it a few firm strokes to make my mouth filled with dense salty liquid. I gagged when he pulled my head onto him then quickly released as he fell on the bed trying to catch air

"Fuck, you're amazing", he tapped the bed and I gladly rushed to place my head on the best pillow in the world, Jungkook's chest

"You too"

"I know", his response made me laugh for some unknown reason and he pulled me closer to kiss my forehead and we stayed like that for a while. I'm feeling like a dork, I shouldn't lose my head just because I'm in love

"Jungkook?"

"Hm?"

"Were you really that jealous?"

"I'm not jealous", he cut me off in the start in a sharp voice

"What pissed you off then?"

"The possibility of someone else touching you", my mouth formed an 'o' and I decided to leave it at that. I hope this doesn't escalate but stays a minor inconvenience like this.

We returned to the party and ended up being even more suspicious than the first time we walked in together. Except that this time we didn't really care about our surroundings.

Happiness is when you enrol in the same college as your bae. The only difference is that my studies revolve around illustration and his around performing arts. Everything is too perfect recently, I was scared that shit would go down but Jungkook changed my mind. I guess I should relax and enjoy the ride.

So, we've been dating for a month. Nothing drastic changed or happened, we're having a great time together and I'm falling in love deeper and deeper with each day. Suddenly my phone rang and I picked up without checking who's calling

"Oi, Jungoo"

"Hello, my love~", still blushing every time he calls me that

"Is my princess in the mood for a walk?"

"Always"

"Excellent, I'll pick you up soon!"

When I got outside he was already there, waiting for me. As if I haven't seen him in ages, I rushed into his embrace and jumped to wrap my legs around his waist

"Someone's excited to see me", he said through a wide smile that made the whole moment even more cheesy than it already is. I stared at his handsome face then closed my eyes for the incoming kiss

"Min-Ji, you're so cute with that black ribbon in your hair"

"Whatever, let's go"

"Let's get it!"

"You don't have to say that every single time we go somewhere"

One of the things I'm most certainly grateful for is... flowers. Well, plants in particular. Jungkook knows that, how nice is that? We're at the flower festival and I'm not going home until I see every single petal. It may take us an entire day but it's so worth it.

Holding Junkook's hand and watching millions of different flowers in bloom feels like a dream. I had to squeeze his hand to make sure I'm wide awake, he gladly squeezed it back and gave me a warm smile. Good thing he seems to enjoy it too, otherwise, I'd feel about the entire thing. We noticed couples getting red roses, I showed my disapproval at the gesture

"Min-Ji, lovers buy each other red roses because they represent love, right? Does that mean every flower has a meaning?", Jungkook asked, not taking his eyes off of the stand with roses

"In Japan, we call it Hanakotoba, the language of flowers. Every flower has unique characteristics like colour, shape and scent which means each has a different psychological effect. Flowers convey emotions and speak to you without the use of words... rose is truly a pretty flower, hardly anyone will disagree, and the colour red is associated with love. On the other hand, white rose means innocence and purity"

"Your surname, Tsubaki, is a flower too"

"Yes, a camellia. It also depends on the colour. Red camellia represents love while colours like white and yellow represent waiting, longing, patience... I could talk about it for hours, honestly"

"And I'd be more than glad to listen", sure, we kiss a lot. But, even so, blood rushed to my cheeks when he placed a soft kiss on it

"I'd love to answer all of your questions regarding this topic, if you've got any"

"Now that you mention it... how come you know so much about it?"

"My friend, Aiko, was into it and we'd plant flowers most of the time. It was a fun hobby, I enjoyed it a lot and listening to her knowledge was a bonus"

"Then, wanna grow a flower with me?"

"J-Jungkook..."

"Aww, why did you get so shy about it?", he mocked and pinched my burning cheeks

"Actually, how about a cactus? I read that they don't need a lot of pampering"

"Sure, but-"

"Let's get it!"

So...

We named it Ayame, not that I had a choice, and I decorated the vase with my black ribbon. He chuckled all the time like an excited child but such a sweet gesture meant the world to me. I kept my eyes on his cheerful face and still couldn't completely grasp it... that someone cares so much for me and wants to make me happy.

Jungkook, you manage to do that by simply existing.

I returned home with warmth in my heart and a shy smile. Dogs greeted me briefly, which is unusual. They quickly returned to the kitchen and I followed. The result? The coldest and sharpest look I have ever seen sent my way. It was like a harsh slap to reality. My lips formed a thin line and I quietly sat on the opposite side of the table

"Hi, mum"

"Where were you?", she asked coldly after sucking life out of the cigarette between her slender fingers

"At the flower festival"

"I suppose you had a blast", it sounded so sarcastic, I could only form a fake smile and nod. Usually her fake kindness leads to her asking a favour or sharing some bad news

"Did you take care of-"

"Yes, like I always do"

"Good... from now on, you won't have to"

"What does that mean?", I might be the worst daughter ever, because I wasn't pleased with seeing her smile. It was creepy and made my fingers shiver, it can't be good

"We're going back to Japan, Min-Ji"

Like, I'm really furious with some people atm but at the same time, my last chapter got so much love, thank you, everyone, for reading and taking your time to leave a comment! ^^

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