His Heir, My Regrets | Jinkook✔️

Eight: So it Begins

Seokjin's Pov:

"Where are we going?" I questioned, as he kept his eyes on the road, driving me to god knows where.

And before you ask, I might have gotten in the car with him without much of fight. Now, here I was in his car on my way to someplace unknown with a man I had just met.

"One of my hotels." He squeezed my thigh and gave me a smirk as he responded to me.

"You are speeding!" I couldn't see his dashboard, but I was almost sure we were going above 120 mph.

"Would you rather, I stop the car and fuck you in the back seat?" he said as his fingers gripped into my thigh, making me squirm in my seat.

I didn't bother opening my mouth for the rest of the ride. No way was I going to have my virginity taken in the backseat of some car.

Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the hotel. He pulled up in front of the valet, handing him the car keys, and pulled me out with him.

As we walked through the hotel, I notice staff were bowing or scattering to get into their position to bow to him.

While passing the elevators, I got confused about where he was taking me to; I thought we would be going up in one of the elevators.

We walked down a long hallway until a stand-alone elevator appeared before me. Jungkook swiped a card, and the doors opened. Upon entering the elevator, he punched some numbers, entering a code, and the elevator took off to the top floor.

There was a heavy silence in the elevator as I waited for it to stop and for us to reach our destination. About one minute later, the elevator came to a stop, and Jungkook pulls me out behind him.

I swear he thinks I can't walk on my own. Since becoming a teenager, I never had anyone drag me around like he did tonight. Did he think I was a child?

Distracted by my thoughts, I didn't even notice we were already in a room. More like an apartment if you asked. Of course, as the owner, we were standing in what looks to be the biggest suite. Rather than assuming, I decided to get confirmation from Jungkook.

"Is this like the penthouse?" I ask, looking around.

Jungkook ignores my question and moves close enough for me to feel his body through my clothes. His hands remain at his side as he looks down at me. My breathing becomes more profound; my posture alters as I shift my weight from my left leg to my right. Yet I remain close with a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. Starting at my knees, he lets his hands touch gently, slowly moving them up to my waist and then pausing for a reaction. He lifts my chin, locking my eyes onto his. His hand raises to my hair, sweeping the strands that surrounded my forehead behind my ear.

His touch caused a reaction out of me, and I instantly let out a moan. He leans in, and his lips press against my cheek. Time stopped, and my breathing got caught in my throat as the soft skin of his mouth left the side of my face, I could feel a tingle where they had come into contact. My body was heating up by his touch, and I was feeling something new, a feeling I had never felt before.

He pulls away silently, but our eyes locked, having a conversation of their own. I wanted more. He was teasing me, knowing what he was doing. He was indeed a pro at this.