used | JJK

Chapter 22

Jungkook came out of the bathroom with a small towel tied around his waist. His hair was sticking to his forehead and water was sliding down his defined abs.

You were lying on the bed looking at his figure, biting your lips.

…Wait.… let me explain clearly.

You were having cramps and were lying on the bed and Jungkook took a shower because…. why not?

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asked concerned and trying to dry his wet hair.

You didn't know what to concentrate on: your pain or his muscles.

“Do I look okay?” You grumbled. “You know what, just get out.” You shut your eyes tight trying to feel numb but of no use.

After that you didn't hear anything from Jungkook. He must have gone. ‘I was too rude.’
You slowly got up from the bed and went out of your room.

“Jungkook? Kookie…” you found him on the couch looking at his phone.

“What?” He asked trying to sound rude.

“I'm sorry.”

He looked at you for a second and then looked back into his phone.

“Kookie-ah, don't be mad plea-  ahhhh” you crouched down on the floor.

“Wae? Wae? Does it hurt that much? Let's go back to the bed.” He slowly carried you back to the bed and laid you gently on it.

“Y/N, don't get creeped okay. But let me rub your tummy.”

“Hmm?”

“I saw it in the internet. Apparently it helps to reduce the pain.” He showed you his phone.

You nodded and he quickly came and sat behind you leaning on the headboard and putting you in between his legs. ‘This is so cliche’ you thought. He slowly started rubbing your tummy and god did it feel good. You slowly squirmed and lifted your shirt a little to feel more better. You were ready to even remove your entire shirt for this because now you had found the golden medicine for cramps.

You squirmed more and lay your head back onto Jungkook's chest. You were getting very comfortable.

But the same could not be said for Jungkook. He, in fact, was getting uncomfortable by the minute. Your squirming wasn't helping either. ‘Positive thoughts, she's in pain dude.’

You could smell Jungkook's shampoo. Sweet. ‘Control your hormones, woman.’

You opened your eyes to look at Jungkook who was looking down at you already.

‘What are you thinking?’ You both had the same question.

“Y/N, I have to tell you something imp- ” your sister came in suddenly but was interrupted by the sight she met. She didn't know where to look: your eyes that were looking into Jungkook's, your head that was on his chest, or his hand that was on your naked tummy.

You both quickly pushed each other and even though you were torn apart from heaven, you felt guilty like a teenager who was caught doing you know what.

“Oh... I'll come back later.” She smiled and shut the door. The force with which she shut the door was enough to understand that she did not like what she saw.

Jungkook looked depressed.

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“What? No effing way.” You screamed at your sister freaking the two boys out.

“Wait you didn't snitch about them to dad and mum?” Your sister looked at you subjectively.

“Why the hell would I tell about our boyfriends to our parents, huh? Are you crazy? Even if I did why would I tell about mine?”