After (Jikook version)

Chapter 69

Jungkook ends up staying the night in my room after Hoseok goes to Taehyung's apartment with him. The rest of the night we spend talking and kissing before Jungkook finally falls asleep with his head on my lap. I dream of a time and place where we could actually live together. I would love to wake up every morning to find Jungkook next to me, but it's not realistic. I'm too young, and that's moving too fast.

Monday morning, my alarm goes off ten minutes late, throwing my whole morning off. After I shower and do my makeup quickly, I wake Jungkook before plugging in my blow dryer. "What time is it?" he groans. 

"It's six thirty. I have to blow-dry my hair." I warn him.

"Six thirty? You don't have to be there until nine; come back to bed." 

"No, I still have to do my hair and get coffee. I have to leave here by seven thirty; the drive is forty-five minutes." I remind him.

"You'd be there forty-five minutes early; you should leave at eight." He closes his eyes and rolls back over. I ignore him and turn on my blow dryer; he takes a pillow and covers his head with it. After curling my hair, I go over my planner again to make sure I didn't miss anything. 

"Are you going to just go to class from here?" I ask Jungkook as I get dressed. 

"Yeah, probably." He smiles and crawls out of bed. "Can I use your toothbrush?"

"Uh, I guess . . . I'll just buy a new one on my way back." No one has ever asked to use my toothbrush before. I mentally picture myself putting it in my mouth after he uses it, but nothing good comes of that.

"I still say you shouldn't leave until eight; think of the things we could do in thirty minutes," he says, and I look over at him and his tempting dimples, and notice the way his eyes travel up and down my body. My own eyes travel to the bulge in his boxers and my body immediately heats. My fingers stop on the middle button of my shirt as he lazily crosses the small room to stand behind me. I gesture for him to zip my shirt, and he complies, but his hands brush my bare skin delicately as he does so. 

"I have to. I still have to get some coffee," I say frantically. "What if there is traffic? An accident? I could blow a tire or need gas. I could get lost, or not be able to find somewhere to park. What if I have to park in the very back and then I have to walk a long way and I will be out of breath, so I will need a few minutes to—" 

"You need to calm down, baby. You're a nervous wreck." He sends a little breath across my ear. I look at him in the mirror. He looks so perfect when he wakes up, his sleepiness making him look softer. 

"I can't help it; this internship means so much to me. I can't take the chance of messing it up." My mind is racing. I will be fine after today, after I know what to expect and can plan my week accordingly. 

"You don't want to show up there nervous like this; they will eat you alive." He places a string of small kisses down my neck. "I will be fine." I hope. Goose bumps cover my skin from his warm breath against my neck. 

"Let me relax you first." His voice is low and seductive, laced with sleep. 

"I . . ." 

He trails his fingers over my collarbone and down to my chest. His eyes meet mine in the mirror and I sigh in defeat. "Five minutes?" I ask and beg at the same time. 

"That's all I need." 

I move to turn around, but he stops me. "No, I want you to watch," he purrs in my ear. I feel the familiar twinge between my legs from his words. I gulp and he moves my hair over my left shoulder and pushes his body against mine. His hand travels down to the hem of my pants.