Egotistic - J.JK.

Twenty-Four

With the breakfast I had gotten down the street, I came up to the hotel room door, digging into my pocket to grab the card key. I managed to fish it out of my jacket pocket, slid it into the slit that was available, and opened the door, both hands full with the bag of food and the key.

Coming into the room, I closed the door behind me. Next to the door was a small table, which I placed the food in the bag on. I slid off my jacket while stuffing the key back into my pocket, throwing it onto the table beside the food. My sweatpants and t-shirt hung off of me, myself going out in my sleepwear.

I looked over to the bed to find Jungkook gone. My eyebrows furrowed together to hear someone in the bathroom, the door open with the noise coming into the room. I kicked off my sneakers and hurried over to the bathroom, thinking that Jungkook was throwing up again like in the early hours of the morning.

"Jungkook--" My voice faltered while I stumbled back, finding Jungkook to be brushing his teeth, his hair soaked to the roots. A towel covered his lower half, no shirt on him. At my voice, he turned to head like I was nothing, just giving a small wave my way.

"Sorry, sorry," I stuttered, turning my eyes away and going to hide back over near the door where the food was. I could feel my face turning a bright red, it starting with my neck and up to my face and ears. "I didn't mean to walk in on you."

While grabbing onto the bag of food, I never heard the door shut. Confusion came over me, myself peeking over to the bathroom; the door was still the way it was originally. I was expecting Jungkook to hurry over to the door and close it, but what was taking him so long?

Taking the food off of the table and stepping a little back to the door, I said slowly, "You good in there?"

Startling me, Jungkook walked out of the bathroom with the towel still wrapped around his waist, his hand ruffling his wet hair a little. I stepped back again, my face brightening even more with my eyes widening. He didn't seem to notice as he went over to a pair of clothes he had bought a couple days ago.

I cleared my throat a little and steered my eyes away from him, going over to the bed to open up the bag. I saw him grab the clothes out of the corner of my eye, myself plopping down on the mattress with the food in my lap. I opened it and peeked inside to find the food I had ordered.

Jungkook walked over to me and sat down beside me, his lips tapping a peck on my temple. I froze up while looking at the food. Jungkook grabbed onto the bag's edge, taking a peek inside. "Looks good."

"Sure," I breathed, my heart pumping too much to breathe properly. I still didn't make eye contact with him, too afraid to look at him. I was trying my hardest not to crumple the bag under my grip.

"You okay?"

"Fine," I squeaked, placing the bag between us and bolting up from the mattress. I didn't meet his eyes as I hurried off to the bathroom to shut it and block him out. I was almost shaking at that point, unsure to what was happening.

I shut the door behind me with the lock, taking in a silent breath while pressing my back against the wood. The place was steamy, heat radiating across my cold skin. It felt heavenly in there along with the scents of the shampoo that had been used. Goose bumps ran across my body at it.

There was a knock at my back, it making me jump a little. The voice behind it said, "Y/N, are you okay in there?"

"I'm okay," I reassured, but my voice wavered at that. I winced a little. It was becoming more and more apparent that I was anxious with what was happening around me.

"You don't sound so sure."

"I'm scared," I admitted suddenly, turning and placing my forehead against the door. I played with the knob of the door with my fingertips.

"What?"

"I'm scared," I repeated myself, sounding more firmer that time. My fingers were thinking about opening the door, but I tried to force them back out of fear.

Jungkook was silent behind the door for a moment. I heard and felt his hand lean against the door. "Scared of what?"

"Scared of what's happening," I murmured slightly, biting down on my lip. I closed my eyes, imagining his hands hovering on the wood. "What . . . What's happening?"

"What do you want to happen?"

My fingers now had a mind of their own now. I unlocked the door and opened it, stepping away to let my eyes meet Jungkook's. He was standing there at the door with the towel still around him, his eyes filled with concern. I tried to only let my eyes focus on his face, too embarrassed to look downwards.

"I . . . I'm not sure," I whispered, my heart almost jumping out of my chest. I clenched onto the hem of my shirt tightly, trying to keep some composure. "I don't know what you want to happen."

He took a step closer to me slowly. He didn't seem menacing, angry. He had a soft expression, his wide eyes inviting. His hand grasped my wrist, pulling us closer to each other. I was met with his chest at my fingertips, his arms slipping around my waist. Our faces were only inches apart then, the water drops still stuck to his wet hair while the smell of the shampoo was almost overwhelming to me.

"Is this okay?" he whispered, his eyes scanning over my face. His fingers curled more around my waist, keeping me in his grasp. I was practically out of breath by then.

I only had the courage to nod my head, my eyes not resisting to trail down to stare at his lips. I was waiting for them to press against mine, to be warm and comforting. I missed the pure happiness he gave me, feeling safe and loved. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced and I didn't want to let go of that.

I couldn't take it anymore. I brought my lips to his, my eyes closing to take in the feeling. He never froze, his lips only calling back to my needs. I felt like I couldn't breathe as his lips ate mine up and my fingers tangled up in his damp hair. Everything was okay again. It felt that way.

My legs ran into something from behind, myself being pressed between it and Jungkook. My arms completely wrapped around Jungkook's neck then, trying to get as close as I could to him. The steam of the bathroom stuck to his skin, a sense that I couldn't get over. I had the need to get as close to him as I could, not getting what I wanted out of it all.

His hands slipped down my body, lifting me up carefully. I was met with myself sitting down on something, it turning out to be the bathroom counter. A gasp escaped me at that only to deepen the kiss in the end. One hand clawed down Jungkook's back while the other tangled itself up in its hair, wanting to feel the dew in it.

Jungkook pulled away for a second, his nose pressing against my cheek. It trailed down to my jaw and down to my neck, his lips only to end up on the side of it. It was so close to the back of my neck that a shiver ran down my spine at the sensitivity, goose bumps lifting on my arms. The new sense was stimulating, myself forgetting the weakness that sat there.

With one of Jungkook's hands still placed on my thigh, the other came to the opposite side of my neck that his face wasn't at and curled around back. A small gasped escaped me at the feeling of the touch that brushed against it. I always forgot how when someone touched that spot that a million lights would burn inside me, everything turning to high alert and stimulated to whatever surrounding it was given.

"That's the spot," Jungkook breathed, his hot breath bouncing against my skin. More goose bumps covered me as one of his fingers danced on the back of my neck.

I bit down onto my bottom lip, feeling how swollen it had become. It was an addicting feeling. I could barely even talk or swallow as I sighed, "Yes."

His face pulled away from my neck to come back up to my face. His eyes met mine, his almost calculating while mine where wide. He closed in again, his lips consuming mine in an instant with his fingers still on the back of my neck.

Through some kisses, he said, "I won't hurt you there. Ever."

I could only hum with confirmation, myself too deep into the stimulation to speak. I only kissed back while thinking that this was perfect. This was what I wanted and needed. This was what should have been in my life all along.