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.

"Jungkook..." I mumble, swallowing hard.

Then he doesn't resist anymore. In a rapid movement, he crashes his lips on mine in a wild way. The warmness and softness of his lips turns on a fire in me, and I moan. His kiss is precise, and he moves his lips on mine like an expert.

Damn it, this idiot knows how to kiss.

I feel how his other hand runs down and grips my butt and I sigh. His tongue introduces itself into my mouth and makes wonders with mine. They tangle, and dance like if it was something usual. I try to follow his lead, but my brain seems to be in a trance.

Kissing Jungkook is one of the best things that have ever happened to me.

I don't have enough words to explain the sensation that overpowers me. My stomach feels like if it's about to explode, and my heart is going a million miles per hour in my chest. It's something new, something that I've never felt before. But I don't want to stop, I don't want him to move away and I don't want the heat to turn off.

I wrap my arms around his neck and I sigh. Everything around me disappears. The only thing that exists this instant is the kiss. His lips on mine, moving in synchrony and making wonders.

My hands are closed in fists, and I relax them, lowering my hands over his chest. I've wanted to do this since the moment I saw him without a shirt in the boxing ring, and admitting it hurt.

In a fast movement, he lets go of my waist and takes my legs, pushing me towards him. I wrap my legs around his waist and Jungkook starts to walk. My back crashes against an unknown wall, but I don't stop kissing him.

The sensation is incredible.

Hundreds of fireworks explode around me, and I feel like if I was on my feet, I wouldn't be able to control my legs. I'm slowly melting while he kisses me eagerly, and that leaves me breathless.

Suddenly, my brain seems to try to function again, and reacts.

Taehyung.

I separate our lips and move my face to the side, trying not to look at him in the eyes.

Jungkook doesn't let me go, keeping me against the wall, looking for my gaze; however, I know that if I look into his eyes, I don't be able to leave.

I press my forearms against his chest, making strength for him to let me go, and he lets me down slowly. I unwrap my legs from his waist, and I look at him nervously.

How embarrassing... I'm such a mess. Why did I do that?

Because you wanted to. The voice in my head says, the same one that brought me to reality, and I try to silence it.

"I'm sorry, I should've never..." I clear my throat. "I'm really sorry."

I hear him laugh and I raise my gaze. He walks back calmly.

"Kiss me? Don't worry, I promise not to tell your little boyfriend."

I scoff.

"His name is Taehyung."

"And the idiot even has a name." He turns around and grabs his boxing gloves.

"Don't call him that." I let out, upset. "He's incredible."

I see him nod with his back turned towards me.

"Really?"

His sarcastic tone makes me very nervous, and I'm not going to let him talk about Taehyung like that.

"Yes, he's fun, nice, generous..." I get closer to Jungkook. "Things that you'll never be."

He laughs.

"Yes, and he's also really boring."

"That's not true." I exclaim louder than I want. "You don't know him."

Jungkook turns around and looks at me firmly for a few seconds, and I take a step back; however, he takes one forward.

My gaze falls to his lips for a seconds, and I regret it instantly.

"If you weren't bored, then you wouldn't come here looking for fun." He whispers very close to my face.

I'm not able to answer him, but I get red from the anger. He just kissed me to prove that Taehyung and I are no more than friends. Because Taehyung wasn't boring, and that wasn't the problem, and Jungkook also seemed to know that.

"I answered your question, now give me my backpack." I say, trying to change the subject.

Calmly, Jungkook turns around again and walks to a corner or the room. I observe how he takes my backpack, the one that's been there this whole time, and he comes back with it in his hands.

"Go back to your father, before he worries more." He says in a mocking tone.

I don't know if he's laughing at me, or of it was a simple comment, but that doesn't matter anymore. I'm tired of his little games and his panty melting smile.

I take the backpack from his hands and I turn around to leave from that place.

I think Jungkook was right: that for the best, I should stay away from the club and everything related to it... even if I didn't want to.