Unspoken Agreement || J.JK

ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴏɴᴇ

Now that you have me, do you want me still?

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"Go upstairs." Jungkook says and walks off. I don't even want to argue about it, so I listen. I get to his room, get rid of my jacket and take a look in the mirror. There's dried blood on my face and my cheek stings. I wash my hands and rinse my mouth with water, immediately feeling better.

I sigh, seeing Jungkook walk in behind me. He lifts me up and puts me on a cabinet, standing between my legs. He keeps his eyes on the first aid he brought with him and shuffles it around to take out what he needs. I keep on looking at him, but don't meet his avoidant eyes once.

He's holding my chin up, cleaning the wound on my cheek. I watch his brows that are knitted together and while there's distress and anger, there's also no hint of worry. But a gut feeling in me says he cares. Why else would he come and get me?

He glances into my eyes, and I find his expression unreadable. He's putting everything back in place, not sparing me any words.

I take off my shirt, seeing him glance down at me. There are bruises on my shoulder and on the side of my ribs, but it's nothing too bad. They're not even bleeding.

"Won't you treat those too?" I say quietly, suggestively.

His eyes are wearily glued on me, breathing becoming shallow and unnatural. I'm sure he knows what I want, but with every second he's reluctant, I think he's going to reject me.

He clears his throat, glancing away. "I'll get you some ice."

I wrap my hand around his bicep, holding him back. I'm sure that if he would want to walk away, it'd be a struggle to make him stop walking, and that gives me a glint of hope.

Jungkook looks back at me and I notice the hungry note in his eyes that's begging for me to say something. I slide my fingers down his skin and take a hold of his hand, tugging him closer.

My chest rubs against his abdomen and I put my hands on his waist, looking up. I drag them under his shirt and up his body, seeing his eyes close for a moment as he looks to the side, then throws his head back. At the same time, my wrists are grabbed and he stops me.

"Raina."

He's hesitant to touch me, I can feel it, so I guide his hands down to my hips, getting a light squeeze in return. It doesn't satisfy me.

I let my legs wrap around him, pulling him close with a swift move and he sighs, now fully pressed against me. But his touch is limited once more and slowly, I'm getting frustrated.

"Stop being so careful. I want this." I say. "Do you?"

His eyes are so dark and lusting, and they make me want to do whatever he'd want me to do to him.

"You said words aren't enough," The tone of his voice is thick and guttural and I can't take my eyes off of his parted mouth. "—so let me show you."

His hands grip on my ass, fingers dipping in my flesh as he brings us together once more. My head dips back from the intensity of our kisses, tongues licking together in a way that makes me want to let out a series of moans, but I hold most of them back.

I pull him close with a kind of desperation I haven't felt in my life. No matter how our bodies are already rubbing together, I need him even closer.

He brings his large hand to my back, arching my spine against him. It causes a whimper to leave me, the crease between my eyebrows deepen.

Jungkook eases my hips up to his waist, gradually taking control. My back touches the cold tiles, bringing me to a sense of relief since my cheeks are already flushed.