Open Hearts ✔️

Number Sixteen

Jungkook POV

I was shaking as I changed into the clothes that Namjoon had left for me. How stupid can I be? I kissed her. I kissed her as if she was mine to kiss.

How could I do that to Namjoon?

I thought the crush I had on Noona was under control.

It's just a crush, crushes go away.

They are so in love, they don't need me causing a problem between them.

Namjoon has got to hate me.

He's just too nice.

I was fighting the tears that wanted to spill over my eyes when I heard a light knock and the door open. I turned to see Namjoon coming inside. I didn't want him to see me like this, so I cleared my throat and choked down my anxiety to turn to him.

"Hey hyung."

"Hey." He smiled, his dimples deep.

"Are you sure that you want me to stay here? I know I fucked up and-"

He interrupted me by placing a hand on my shoulder. "Jungkook stop letting your anxiety work you up so much. I'm not upset, Noona isn't upset." He smiled and leaned back against the wall and cross his arms with a smirk. "Actually, seeing you kiss her like that reminded me of that one night."

I blushed. "Oh..."

"It was hot. Plus...I think Noona has a question for you."

"Alright, should we go downstairs?"

"That's why I'm here. She was getting worried."

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't realize I was taking so long."

"No worries." He grinned, now stepping out of the room. "Come on Kookie."

I followed him down the stairs, not being able to help the deep thoughts that were going through my head. He really wasn't mad at me. He didn't act mad. He didn't give me side glances or say passive aggressive remarks.

He really wasn't upset with me?

"Kookie!" I heard once I made it to the final step. I looked up to see Noona in her cute pajama's, cotton shorts and a tank top, with her arms open and a smile on her face.

In an automatic reflex I smiled back, until I made it to her. She hugged me tightly, and I saw Namjoon grinning with a smirk on his face. Just then I felt her push me onto the couch and clamber onto my lap, straddling me.

"Noona?"

"I have a question."

"Okay?" I laughed, because she was being so sweet.

"Do you want to do it again?"

She wiggled in my lap, making me grunt and take hold of her hips. If she kept moving like that, she would stir something, I wouldn't be able to concentrate.

"Do what?" I asked her. She raised an eyebrow as if it was obvious, making the lightbulb in the back of my head go off. "Oh...uh...you...want to?" I asked looking from her to Namjoon.

He nodded making me look back at her. She leaned forward and kissed me, taking me off guard. But after a moment the touch of her lips cleared my mind of all anxieties. The kiss wasn't rough, it was so, soft. One of my favorite kisses was the tender ones, the ones that are so exhilarating you never want them to end. My hands that were resting on her hips moved up, under her tank top to glide over her perfect skin.

Something inside me brought me back to the present, and my eyes flew open. I pulled from her kiss, missing her lips instantly, my eyes snapping over to Namjoon who was sitting just a cushion over from us, watching.