My Army Wife, My Idol Life

Your Virginity Is Showing

Heyyyy...I know JK drew you to my story but, I swear I am grateful for you reading this far! I hope you are having a wonderful day/night! If not, let us know in the comments, I swear there are some of us that feel the same way!

Y/N danced around her apartment replacing her old flowers with new ones, her long pony tail bouncing around as she shook her butt to the tune of Pied Piper. She was waiting for Jungkook to arrive as he had texted her to let her know he was off the plane and heading towards her apartment, but over the last couple of days, she had realized he was always with her. His energy was great, but having him in the same room with her was even better, and she couldn't wait to see him again.

The doorbell rang and she squealed as she grabbed her phone to turn the music off and answered the door. Jungkook stood there with his back pack grinning from ear to ear. "Sounds like you missed my voice-" she cut him off by wrapping her arms around him and pressing her lips to his.

His eyes widened for only a second before his eyelids fluttered shut and he pulled her closer to him. Her lips eagerly opened as he slid his tongue between them and ventured further, an instinct he learned he had only from her. She pulled him into her apartment as he dropped his back pack and placed his hands on her waist, lightly pushing her up against the wall, his hands roaming on their own free will.

Her mind was whirling as she didn't mean to be this bold, she didn't mean to literally jump him the moment she saw him, but upon seeing his pink lips and that twinkle in his eye and his pecs protruding slightly from the simple black t-shirt he wore, she literally couldn't help herself and dove in head first. His hands explored her body as they traveled up the back of her shirt causing her skin to break out in chills. She held on tightly to his powerful arms, feeling his muscles flex as his hands continued to travel.

Nearly out of breath, he slowly pulled away, his eyes still shut. "Damn."

Y/N stared up at him, her chest heaving. She adjusted her shirt, "Sorry."

He took a deep breath and smiled, a nice little boost of serotonin making him feel warm and comfy. He grabbed her hands and pulled her closer, "It's okay, I know it's hard to keep your hands off of me." He teased, beaming from ear to ear.

She gasped, "Rude!" And punched him in the stomach playfully, yet getting her point across. He dramatically doubled over, "Ah! First you kiss me, then you hit me!" He raised up unfazed, his eyes dancing, "I kinda like it." He gave her a peck on the cheek, trying not to laugh at her bottom lip turned out. "I have to admit though, it's hard to keep my hands off of you too..... but in all seriousness, I need to take a cold shower, pants are a little too tight." He groaned as he turned one leg outwards and pulled at the seat of his pants. He should've known better than to wear skinny jeans today.

She wanted to sprint to the bathroom ahead of him and claim the shower first, but not being sure she was faster than him, she didn't want to make their problems worse by physically coming into contact with that sexy, dangerous body of his again. She nodded her head, "Go ahead."

After one cold shower and some frozen broccoli packs used strategically, their hormones were under control and they were comfortably sitting on the couch together, just not too close.

"Are you hungry? I think I'll order a pizza." She announced as she looked for the app on her phone.

"Yeah, I could eat." He patted his stomach and scooted down further on the couch when a BTS ad came on.

"Oh! I love this one!" Y/N exclaimed as she turned the volume up. His hands shot up to cover to his eyes and he rolled into a ball. "Noooo! I look puffy in this one!"