ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴜɴɴʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ| Jikook

11

Scared Jimin pov

“You have nothing to be afraid of.” His calm words were bullshit and I knew it.

I had plenty to be afraid of. I was losing my damn mind. And why was he naked? Great, either I was delusional or I was dreaming. Yeah, that. I was dreaming.

I pinched myself. Oww, why did I think that was a good idea again? And really, when you thought about it, did pinching yourself in a dream hurt? Probably, so what did I accomplish other than giving me something to do as naked Jungkook stood in my living room after carrying me inside? Nothing but a bruise and humiliation.

“Why are you naked?” I asked, rubbing my eyes. “Do you need me to call Doc?” Because pretending I hadn’t just dreamed about him hopping around like a bunny was the best solution I could come up with.

“My clothes are over there.” He pointed to the place where I saw him strip down. Not helpful. Not helpful at all.

I tried to focus on something logical...but there wasn’t a lot to work with. “Are you hot?”

He stared at me a full five seconds as he opened and closed his mouth a few times before finally snapping it shut.

“I’ll get a fan.” I jumped up from the couch and booked out of there as fast as I could, straight to the attic where I vaguely remembered seeing a fan. It was official. This was a dream—a dream with a very naked man—a very naked hot man—that begged to be licked...while I was in the attic.

What was wrong with my sorry ass?

I dug around behind some boxes then found a fan I was pretty sure was older than me and came back to the living room, half expecting him to be gone, back in his bed sound asleep, or at least wearing some sort of clothing. Maybe just holding a pillow in front of his delicious-looking dick. Why was I thinking about his cock and licking it like an ice cream cone? (🐍)

Because this was a dream. This was all a dream. And since that was the only possible explanation, I might as well make the most of it. I set the fan on the floor by the couch and pulled my shirt up and over my head.

“What are you doing?” He picked that moment to speak, and it wasn’t even to say something sexy like, “Let me help you with that.” Or if he was being all bossy, maybe he’d tell me, “If you’re going to unwrap my present, you need to grab a condom first.”

But nope. He had to be all information seeking. Although, I couldn’t help noticing his cock begin to fill, so maybe he was just playing it cool.

Would the real Jungkook be like that or would he pounce on me the way I wanted dream Jungkook to?

Not that I’d ever know.

Real Jungkook needed my help, not a horny omega who was desperate for his body. Except, it was more than that, which was weird since I had a total of one conversation with him. But I couldn’t focus on logic. My brain had given up all its functions to my lower brain which was now at full mast.

“The same thing you are?” It came out as more of a question than the seductive innuendo I intended. I dropped my shirt to the floor and reached for the buttons on my jeans. At that moment, I realized button-fly jeans were invented by someone who never planned on getting laid.