Desire | jjk. *ON HOLD*

12

My cheeks turn red like two tomatoes the moment that I hear his comment. I can't believe he just said that without thinking twice. I've always hated the fact that he's so confident of himself.

However, the real problem wasn't the question, but the answer: what was I supposed to tell him? Would I lie and tell him that I like it hard just to that I'll look good in front of him? Should I say the truth just so that he can have something to mock me with?

I also didn't understand what the outcome of this question would be, what is he expecting to gain with this intimate information.

"Areum, you just have to answer the question." He lets out in a mocking tone. "It's not that bad... is it?"

"It's because your question is out of place." I answer defensively.

I was trying to hide how much he affected me, but at this point, I know he's noticed my lie.

He raises an eyebrow.

"Don't tell me you don't know how to answer."

"It's not that, it's just that..." I clear my throat. "I don't feel comfortable talking about that."

He points at himself.

"You don't feel comfortable talking about that topic in general or is it because of me?"

I don't feel comfortable talking about it because I'm almost eighteen and my boyfriend hasn't even tried to take me to the bedroom, when we're generally alone at his house every weekend.

"Both." I finally answer.

He laughs and I just look at him. It's a sarcastic yet incredible sound.

"Are you sure it's because of that?" He asks again.

He magic evaporates as soon as I frown.

"Yes, very sure." I nod, trying to demonstrate a bit of security.

But it doesn't look like if I do, since he gets closer to me shamelessly and looks at my lips. I have an instinct to put my hands in front of me, the ones that crash against his chest thanks to his closeness.

He's way too close, and I can't help but to contemplate his face, observing his small scars that are from, I suppose, boxing.

"It's that, or..." One of his hands poses on my waist. "your boyfriend is a complete idiot and has never fucked you."

I open my eyes wide at his comment, but I don't say anything. My silence responds his question instantly and he smiles again. I hated the fact that I was so easy to read.

His hand sends a shiver of electricity down my body, and I want to get rid of it. I hate not being able to control it, to control what I'm feeling this instant.

"Idiot..." He whispers without looking away from my lips. "I don't understand how he hasn't tried since the first day."

I try to act firm, but my arms weaken when, in one smooth movement, he moves me closer to him. Our mouth's are centimeters away, and my brain melts.

Kiss me, please...

I can't say or think of anything. I want him to do it, but he doesn't move. Jungkook looks like he's waiting for my permission, and that's killing me. I've never wanted to kiss anyone with such intensity, and I never thought I would.

I bite my lip and look at him in the eyes. I have no idea of what to do, and he looks like he's willing to devour my mouth the instant I tell him that I want to.