Mr. Playboy | Jungkook

Jealous Boyfriend

My eyelids fluttered to the bright light shining through the curtains. I groaned in annoyance, wanting to sleep a little longer. 

This is why I have black curtains. Wait. Why aren't the curtains black?

I rubbed my eyes to clear my vision, trying to get up from bed. But I couldn't, finally remembering that I'm still in Jungkook's room.

I turned my head to the side to see his sleeping face. He looked so peaceful, with his bangs brushed off to the side, his precious lips slightly parted. They were kind of swollen and were a faded red from last night. I tugged on the collar of his shirt to see the hickeys I left him and they were easily noticeable.

Fuck, we almost had sex...

The hot atmosphere and the passionate kissing almost led to us having sex, which I haven't considered doing yet, since I'm still a virgin. I'm not saying I don't want to have to have sex, I just don't want to be embarrassed or something.

Fortunately enough, we were both really tired from the swimming and hiking from yesterday. So we decided to go to sleep and "continue it later."

I wanted to get up from the bed, but his arm was wrapped around me, making it difficult for me to get up. When I finally got free, I felt his hand seize my wrist and pull me back onto the bed, wrapping his arm around me.

Our faces were so close to each other that I could feel him breathing on me. "Jungkook?" I called out to him, trying to find out if he was awake or not. "Shhh, just a few more minutes," he told me, planting a gentle, sweet kiss on my forehead. "But-" "No buts," he interrupted me, "Except for this one." He squeezed my ass once, making me jump, "Hey!" He giggled like a child, nuzzling his face into my neck.

I couldn't really move and his grasp was obviously too strong for me, so I had no choice but to wait until he let me get up. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders, his natural scent entering my nostrils. 

After a few minutes, the alarm on my phone went off, making Jungkook groan. "Why does your phone always ruin the moment?" He removed himself from me, rubbing his eyes in irritation. "Sorry," I apologized, turning it off and giving him a little pout. He smiled reluctantly, not wanting to give in so easily. "Stop it," he said, throwing a pillow at me. 

I threw it back at him, launching myself onto him. "Babe, get off," he chuckled trying to push me off. "No," I responded, "I'm good." 

We heard a loud thud on the door, making us jolt up. "Jong Suk is here," Hoseok said quickly, his heavy footsteps walking away. "Oh fuck. Is that today?" I got off of Jungkook and checked my phone, "Fuck, today is Saturday!"

I started running toward the door, but Jungkook stopped me. "What?!" I asked him, kind of rudely. "Okay. Uh, before you start giving me attitude, you might want to check yourself," he scoffed, grazing his fingers through his hair as he walked to his dresser.

What?

I soon realized that he meant that I was only wearing a shirt. His shirt. 

"Thanks," I said to him, only receiving a low hum from him. I slowly opened the door, seeing if the coast was clear. I sprinted towards my bedroom and shut the door behind me, resting my forehead on it, trying to slow down my heartbeat.

I heard someone clear their throat behind me, making me turn around. "Good morning," Jong Suk said, skimming through one of the photo albums from my bookshelf. "Oh fuck, uh, good morning," I replied, trying to cover my legs. 

"I didn't know you were going to be waiting in my room," I told him, gesturing him to turn around. He giggled and did as I told him, "Yoongi just sent me up here, and I'm guessing it's because he wanted you to get embarrassed?"