song recommendation:

Two Feet - Love Is A Bitch
( instrumental ver. )

I've never imagined Jungkook's home. It just wasn't one of the things that I would think of when I thought if him; but the instant that I think about his "house", the idea of what it would look like, provokes me a certain type of curiosity. We travel in silence, both of us trapped in our own thoughts. His gaze is still filled with worry, but he hides it very well.

It doesn't take us very long to get to the place, and when I see it, I know it's here: the place is very dark, but not old. The building is simple, nothing out of the ordinary, and it has around six floors. Jungkook gets out of the car without saying anything, and I imitate him, trying not to fall because of these stupid heels.

How did I get into this?

I swallow hard when we walk inside the building, and the darkness invades us. When we walk through the door, the only light I see is at the end of the hall, and it's coming from a lightbulb that's barely hanging from a cord.

"Follow me." He suddenly lets out, and slightly flinch.

Since I don't have any other good ideas, I walk behind him, and I follow him when we go up two floors through the staircase.

Jungkook opens the door of the apartment with a key, and moves to the side to let me walk in first. I take a few steps inside, and I stay standing in the middle of the room, observing everything around me. Everything that I see is very organized, except for a pair of heels and some clothes, everything is very simple.

"I'll get you a glass of water." He says, closing the door behind him and walking towards what I suppose is the kitchen.

It was a small apartment, and I could see a bed in a room next to me. The living room only consisted of a black couch, a small table of the same color, and some boxing gloves hanging from the wall. Compared to this, my room was like a Barbie's room: full of photographs, all decorated and with distinctive colors all around the room.

Once he gives me the glass of water, I drink it in small sips. My throat is dry, and I have a headache. Jungkook walks to the middle of the living room, hangs his jacket on a small hook protruding from the wall, and then walks into the closet of his bedroom.

I'm not able to clearly distinguish what he's doing because of my lack of focus and the lack of illumination in the room. I walk towards him, place the glass of water on his dresser and then I stare at him... firmly. He has a frown on his face, and he's looking for something. I look at how his muscles tense when he stretches his arm.

I still don't understand why his tattoos don't seem bad to me, but... attractive. Because that's the word that would define Jungkook: a kind of manly and mysterious appeal.

"Take this." He hands me a black t-shirt and looks at me. "It's the biggest shirt I have."

I nod.

"Thank you."

I guess I'm going to be sleeping here... with him. The panic invades me and I watch him walk to the other end of the room to the bathroom, that I didn't even realize was there, and closes the door. I look at the shirt and blush; thinking that Jungkook must have used this a while ago makes my insides churn.

I pull it close to my nose and inhale the aroma. It smells like him... I suppose it's a mix between his cologne and him. I smile like an idiot and shake my head. It's nothing like Taehyung's smell. The sensation of guilt invades me, and the celestial eyes of my boyfriend appear in my mind.

I try not to think about it. I don't need the pulsing pain in my head to increase because of it. I take advantage that Jungkook is in the bathroom and I take off my dress.

I slide the shirt on, and the soft fabric makes me get goosebumps. I'm almost naked, in Jungkook's room, with him on the other side of the bathroom door doing god knows what.

Suddenly, I get the urge to laugh; but not because of the situation, but myself. In a certain form, I don't regret fighting with Hyerin: because then this would've never happened. But when her stare appears in my mind, with her eyes looking at me firmly with disapproval, something deep inside me tells me that I should've talked to her.

I hear the bathroom door open and I flinch when Jungkook comes out only wearing boxers. For a second, my eyes falls to his naked torso, but I instantly remove my gaze.

"Do you want to go to sleep already?" He asks, returning me back to reality.

I blush at my perverted thoughts.

"What? I-I don't..."

Jungkook smiles. It's one of those sincere smiles that comes up to his face in the right moments. Every time he smiles, I feel how my brain melts and my words get lost in my mouth.

He gets closer to me slowly, and he stands right in front of my face. My mind is still somewhat blurred because of the alcohol, but when his breath hits my face, a shiver runs down my spine. He's so close, that I can hear his respiration, and I could even swear that I could hear his accelerated heart beat... or maybe it's mine.

"Areum..." His tone is hoarse and deep.

He places his hand on my waist and pulls me closer to him. Our mouths caress, and my hand goes up to his neck in a pathetic and desperate attempt to kiss him. However, I don't. I simply let my hand rest on the back of his neck, and I enjoy the instant where we're here, with our lips almost touching, producing a small tingle that runs through my whole body.

His hand slowly goes inside the shirt, and he touches my makes torso. It feels like if the whole world is spinning around me, and I'm sure that, if I wasn't the least bit drunk, I would've never permitted him to touch me like this. But when it was about Jungkook, everything didn't seem to have any type of sense.

His fingers grab onto my waist and lower to my hips, where he grips the skin. A small sound escapes my mouth, and that seems to be enough for him to crash his lips on mine.

It's a wild kiss, full of sensations: my mouth on his, in a desperate attempt fullfil our deepest desire. A desire that I wanted since the first day, when I saw him standing in the middle of the ring, and even if I don't want to admit it, I was devouring him with my stare.

I take a step forward and place my body against his, but Jungkook doesn't seem to notice; he's too busy concentrating on our kiss and playing with my lower lip.

Then, Jungkook separates from me and I observe him with a clear disappointment in my eyes. In his, I can only see them filled with lust and desire. His chest rises and falls with violence, and his lips are swollen due to the kiss.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..." His voice breaks, and he clears his throat. "I don't think I should've, you know... done that..."

"Do what?"

He looks at me again, but this time, his expression changes.

"Are you still with... him?"

For a second, I don't know what he's talking about. Then I realize it: he remembers that I have a boyfriend, and his name is Taehyung, something that he seems to remember better than me.

"I... well not really." I look at the floor, feeling embarrassed. "It's complicated."

The warmth in my body decreases slowly, and I hear him sigh. He removes his body away from mine and takes his hand out of the shirt quickly.

I see him turning away from me, walking towards the bed, and he lays down calmly. His eyes are firm on me, and then run through my body. I stay standing in the same place, frozen.

"Are you coming?" He asks calmly.

For a second, I'm surprised at his sudden mood change, but I don't say anything. I walk towards the bed and get inside the sheets next to him.

He pulls me close to him slowly, and following a sudden impulse I place myself closer to him. For a second I think about kissing him, but I don't. I just lay my head on his shoulder.

At first, Jungkook doesn't move, on the contrary, he tenses. He looks uncomfortable for a few seconds, and I have the desire to move away.

"Are you feeling better?" He asks, referring to my drunken state.

I nod, followed by a respiration from him.

"I feel much better, believe me."

My hand travels to his arm without thinking and I trace the ink of his tattoos, making him get goosebumps. Even then, I continue to trace my fingers over them, feeling his muscles tense slightly to then relax. Then, his hand takes mine all of a sudden, and I flinch.

"Please, don't do that."

I move my head up to look at him in the eyes. I know that he's trying to resist doing something with me, and I also know that it's due to my uneasiness.

"Why?" I ask, pretending not to know.

He looks at me expectingly.

"It won't happen like this, not when you're not sober."

I smile.

"Who said I wasn't sober?"

I was clearly not sober, not fully.

"I know." He responds with simplicity. "Because if you were sober, you wouldn't want to kiss me."

His words hurt me in a certain form, and memories from the bar: his face so close to mine, and how I didn't give him any signals of how bad I wanted to kiss him.

I don't respond, and Jungkook slightly smiles, but he doesn't say anything. In a short movement, he kisses me again, but this time, the kiss has another meaning.