Sinners, Saints & Jeon Jungkook

Chapter 6

It started off as butterflies in my stomach, a fluttering sensation, maybe a hint of nausea, but mostly just fluttering.

Then slowly, a rush of chemicals flowed through my entire body. It felt like everything was buzzing. My limbs seemed to have music coursing through them, and every fiber of my being wanted to move and dance.

Imagine the joy of your birthday, Christmas, and Easter combined. Picture your parents taking you to Disney World as a kid, the snow falling outside, or your first time at the beach. All those incredible emotions you feel during those moments, intensified and multiplied by ten. It was like experiencing a hundred orgasms simultaneously.

Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming sense of happiness. Every trace of concern, anger, and sadness vanished into thin air.

Pure euphoria.

Jungkook placed his hand on my thigh, and goosebumps erupted all over my body. Our eyes locked, and I found myself drowning in the depths of his gaze, like they were pools of honey. His warmth enveloped me, and I felt an inexplicable connection and an undeniable love for him. My disgust and deep-rooted annoyance faded with every exhale, as if they were physically leaving my body. I wanted him to hold me and never let go.

He took my hand and led me upstairs into one of the many rooms lining the hallway. I was entranced, unable to tear my eyes away from him. He was indescribably perfect, and for some reason, it only intensified my happiness, if that was even possible at that point.

He started kissing me, and it was a sensation I had yearned for my entire life, even though I never knew what it was until now. In that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just us, connected on a profound level, drawn together like magnets.

Every fiber of my being craved more. The waterfall of endorphins and serotonin made me feel as if I were floating on cloud nine. He made me feel that way.

At least, that was all that mattered in that moment.

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I woke up in a bed, disoriented and unsure of where I was or how I got there. Glancing at the digital clock on the bedside table, I read the time.

5:34 PM.

Slowly, I gathered my clothes strewn around the room. I was practically naked. As I walked through the seemingly endless hallway, I searched for the staircase. This house was like a labyrinth.

"Hello?" I called out.

"In here!" Taehyung's voice shouted, and I made my way into the kitchen.

"Walk of shame, huh?" he teased.

"Oh God, please don't say it," I whined in embarrassment.

"I don't judge," he chuckled, continuing to chop vegetables. "Where is everyone, anyway?" I asked, grabbing a carrot.

"Gone," he replied.

"What do you mean, gone?"

He finally turned to look at me, his expression serious and eyebrows furrowed.

"What do you think happened after Jimin realized that Jungkook was doing more than just showing you the bathroom?" he asked.

"Oh no," I whispered.

"Oh yes. As soon as his trip wore off, he left. He seemed pretty upset," Taehyung explained.

"And the others?"

"Jungkook went to his house right after to apologize, and then the mood kind of soured."

"Speaking of feeling terrible, I feel so... I don't know, empty," I confessed.

"That's normal, don't worry. Your body needs time to replenish those chemicals and bring back the happiness," he reassured me.

"So, how was it?" Taehyung probed.

"What do you mean?" I asked, feigning innocence.

"You know what I mean. The trip. And, well... being with Jungkook," he pressed.

"Please, don't make me talk about this," I pleaded.

"Come on, spill!" he insisted.

I rolled my eyes, grabbed my purse, and muttered under my breath, "Heavenly." A smile crept across my face as I walked away, lost in my own thoughts.