Golden Magnolia

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He was standing in the shower after an intense work-out when he thought about what it'd be like to make love to Rosé while looking at her face. Would she close her eyes completely or would they be half-lidded when he's taking her high? Would she hold his eyes when he's going down on her, and would her lips be parted when she moans? Annoyed at himself, he punched the bathroom wall. It simply earned him fresh calluses.

He went to the nearby market to buy books and even went grocery shopping for cooking. But the moment he sat down, the same curiosity came creeping back. By the third night, he could not bear it any longer. Why was he holding back so much anyway? After all, she was only a whore. He paid her to moan when he wanted her to, to bend over when he wanted her to. Picking up the phone, he dialed the same number and asked for Rosé again. The receptionist informed him that Rosé was booked that night and he would have to wait for the next day. Disappointed, he asked to send her as soon as she could come. As he put the phone down, there was a strange thorny vine growing from the pit of his stomach and spreading across his chest. He was suddenly jealous of the man or woman that would be looking into Rosé's eyes tonight. He was jealous of the hands that would be leaving their imprints on her skin. He decided that he needed a bottle of wine to help him sleep.

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He was woken up around ten in the morning by the intercom buzzing. Groggily, he dragged himself out of bed wondering if some delivery man had lost his way. But as he opened the front door camera, his heart picked up a gallop on seeing the familiar face that had been occupying his mind for three days and nights now. He had a sudden urge to rush to the bathroom, brush his teeth, style his hair and put on some cologne. And he would have done so if he didn't already feel guilty about longing to see her. He was Jeon Jungkook, secret assassin for the government's dirtiest crimes. He didn't have the luxury to be wooing a girl or be wooed by one for that matter. Standing there shirtless with his sweat pants and disheveled hair, he let her in.

Rosé had her hair pulled up into a messy bun and was wearing a floral printed wrap dress. If he had passed her on the street, he wouldn't have thought her to be a whore. He felt a slight chill at the thought of what she was wearing underneath the dress.

She took in his face and asked, "would you like to eat something first?"

"No." His voice was hoarse from sleep.

She kicked off her high heels with nonchalance and, casually grabbing his hand, led the way towards the bedroom. He liked the way she did it so comfortably as though she was his girlfriend and she lived in the house. As he let himself be led, he wondered if there was an academy where she learnt it from. Reaching the bedside, she put a hand on his bare chest and slowly pushed him onto his bed. He complied and lied facing her, propped up on his elbows.

She reached for her hair and undid the bun. As the grayish-purplish hair cascaded down her back and shoulders, Jungkook was already turned on.

With deliberate slowness, she ran her hands up her thigh, gathering her dress as she went, until she reached her panty. He caught a glimpse of something blue when she let the dress fall again. She was teasing. Again. But today, Jungkook felt impatient. He got up and clutched a fistful of her dress. Pulling her towards him, he undid the ribbons that wrapped the dress around her. She was in blue lace that seemed considerably demure for a whore. He pulled her onto the bed, positioning her beneath him. Her white neck beckoned him and he sank his mouth at the hollow of her throat, relishing the softness of her flesh. She closed her eyes when he did so. He was surprised at the tenderness with which he moved that day. Even when she attempted to speed up, he deliberately slowed her down. He took his time removing her innerwear and left kisses on her skin. Kissing her calf, he moved upwards. When he was close to the warmth of her womanhood, he looked up at her. She had a playful smirk of 'come hither' as she met his eyes. Loving her daringness, he playfully bit the soft inner of her thigh. A light gasp escaped her and she bit her lips. That did it for Jungkook. He dove his tongue in, desperate to drown in her. When he had to come up for air, he glanced up. The upper part of her body was raised off the bed and her lips were parted in long, drawn out moans. He sucked and kissed her until her moans turned to screams. Without thinking, he climbed up on her and reached for those beautiful lips parted for him. But, just as quickly, she put a hand between them. Jungkook stopped and blink, surprised that he had forgotten the rule, surprised that he had even wanted to kiss her. He was supposed to be fucking her, not making love to her. As though sensing the shift in the atmosphere, Rosé flipped him over and straddled him. Before he could react, she put him inside her and moved him, until every muscle in his body burst into atoms.