His face expression changed to a serious one while staring at me. My eyes moved to his hair which was messy because of the bucket hat he was wearing before and it made me wonder if he looks like that when he wakes up in the morning. I blushed at the thought but then unintentionally chuckled at how cute and childish he actually looked at that moment. Then my eyes landed on his and a troubled look took over my face at the embarrassment of my previous reaction.
"Don't look at me like that." His voice was so deep.
"What?" The seriousness of his tone confused me.
"Noelle." It came out almost as a whisper. He firmly shut his eyes, and mouth, moving his head a bit to the side and then just pulled me so close that not even a centimetre was keeping us apart. My heartbeat got faster and I felt titillation in my stomach. His warm breath was hitting my lips and the smell of the perfume he always had on was invading my lungs. I was afraid I would get addicted inhaling it. It was too alluring that the only thing occupying my mind was closing the small gap between us. His eyes opened and he glanced at my eyes after what he pressed his lips on mine. His lips melted into mine and the titillation was now devouring my stomach. His tongue went over my lower lip twice giving me goosebumps. My feelings were like ballet dancers delicately dancing to my favourite composition and at the same time band members violently banging their heads to the accords of death metal. My mind felt so calm but my heart as if it would explode any moment from the intense banging. I felt him smirking through the kiss causing my cheeks to burn. He slowly pulled away and I looked everywhere except his face. His right hand slowly caressed my cheek, making me shiver while he used his left hand to raise my head so our eyes would meet. The troubled look on my face was still present and he smirked again, leaning his head and slowly pecking my lips. He pulled away completely, removing his hands.
"You were going to the toilet, right?" He said turning away and leaving the hall.
My heartbeat didn't slow its pace and I blinked few times to comprehend what just happened. I spent what felt like a century in the toilet staring at my red cheeks in the huge mirror hanged on the wall. Not Taehyung nor his comments were important anymore. My mixed feelings were giving me a headache. I was happy but then I was afraid because I wasn't sure if I should feel happy. I wasn't sure what Jungkook wanted or what I wanted. I didn't know what would happen after this, and if what happened before was too soon. My reflection in the mirror seemed more calm than how I actually felt inside. The door slowly opened and I turned my head to see Kiara peeking behind it.
"Are you okay? We are leaving now and you were taking so long..."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's go." I smiled deciding not to think about what happened but then I realized I would have to face Jungkook any moment.
Jungkook and Taehyung were waiting outside and it seemed as if they were discussing something. They both raised their heads when we approached them. Jungkook slightly pushed Taehyung and he was now in front of me. He coughed and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
"I'm sorry for earlier. I shouldn't invade your privacy like that." He muttered but looking at him his facial expression was showing me that he wasn't really sincere. I eyed Jungkook but he tried to avoid my eyes. I was sure he said something to him but I wondered why.
"It's okay..." I uttered turning my head to look at Kiara and she smiled at me approaching her boyfriend and taking his hand in hers.
"Let's go to a gamebar!" Kiara exlaimed pulling Taehyung, leaving me behind with Jungkook.
I hurried my way because I wasn't ready to face him. I was too embarrassed even though I was the one who was ready to kiss him back there if he wouldn't do it. I felt hand on my arm making its way down to interwine with mine. Jungkook pulled me so close and I almost stopped walking.
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•Limerence | JJK•
Fanfiction"You wouldn't do it." I said with a nervous smile plastered on my face. "I fucking would and that's what scares me the most!" His words were ringing in my ears as I had an epiphany about the harsh reality I was in. • This is a work of fiction. Names...