"Of course, you are. By the way," he slows me down, keeping us a little behind to continue the conversation. "What happened two days ago, never happened. Okay?"

I chuckle, knowing what he is talking about. "Why?"

"Because we were drunk. That would absolutely never have happened if I hadn't been. So do not ever mention it," he asks me. As the two guys in front of us are chatting and not listening, I speak a little more about this topic. "Do you both wanna act like it never happened?"

"No. Noah doesn't regret anything, but I feel horrible for breaking the promise I made to myself, so I just want to move on and forget about it," he expresses more remorse than I expected him to. "What promise?"

"To never have sex with someone I'm not in love with," he says, making me realize how deep his commitment actually was. "Bro. Life's too short to restrain yourself from enjoying and experiencing that type of stuff. We're young, and you're both best friends. It's not like he's a complete stranger. If you want something, if it won't cause any harm, just go for it."

"I can't see it that way, though. And my parents would disown me if they knew," he sighs. I feel like it is more serious than I thought. "Your parents need to mature up a bit. It's not like you killed somebody, and we ain't living in the fifties no more. Sex is one of the best things ever, in my opinion, and it's completely natural to explore that side of yourself. So if you both liked it, don't regret anything."

"I don't know," he crosses his arms, checking the guys in front of us as we are about to enter our classroom.

We both make our way to our table and sit down.

"Listen," I lower my voice and speak near his face to make sure no one hears us. "Has Noah told you he wants to do it again?"

"He said he wouldn't mind being fuck buddies, but he knows I'm not into that, so he just left it at that," he explains more in depth to let me have Noah's side of the story too. "And was it good? Like, did you both enjoy it?"

"From what I remember, yeah. It was really good," he confirms, and I think thoroughly before opining myself, gathering all the facts before responding.

"Okay. Let's imagine you didn't mind that friends-with-benefits thing. Would you want to do it with him?" I attempt to help him see the situation from a different perspective. He toys with his lips, staring into the distance, lost in thought. "Maybe."

"Why do you hesitate now? What makes you want it?" I lean forth, hugging my bag and resting my arms over the table. "It was...really good. I don't know how to describe it, but it was like nothing I've ever experienced before, and I trust him, so I know I wouldn't have to worry about anything."

"And what makes you not want it other than the fact this would be friends with benefits situation?" I turn my eyes towards Noah who just looked in our direction from another table. "People judging. My parents in particular."

"Well, then screw them and go for it. You're an adult, and it's your life. You don't even have to let them know about it, just hide it if they're that judgmental and close-minded," I advice him the best way I can, hoping that he will make the decision that is best for himself.

As Leo was about to speak, Noah joins us and bends over the table. "Hey, I wanted to apologize for calling your woman a bitch the other day. I was drunk and mad about the fact she hurt you, and I said stuff I didn't mean."

"It's fine. I know you didn't mean it," I reply, glad he remembered and feels bad about it. "I'm happy you're not upset," he nods his head.

"You never say sorry when you call me a bitch," Leo points out playfully, and Noah sets his eyes on Leo, a small smile tugging at his lips. "That's 'cause I mean it."

"Fuck you," Leo replies with a light chuckle, the tension between them palpable. None of them breaking eye contact, Noah smirks and licks his lips, straightening his back. "You're lucky Kook is here," he sticks one hand into his pocket and tangles his fingers in Leo's hair, "Otherwise I'd put you in your place."

He walks back to his table.

That was way too heated. I have never seen such tension between two people.

•••

4:30 pm.

I drop my bag on the floor as soon as I step inside, barely pausing before I hurry to the kitchen to find her. Minjun's already settled in the living room, so I'm quick to follow her movements.

Before she can walk away, I pull something from the fridge and place it down in front of her, my heart thudding in my chest. "I got this for you yesterday."

She glances down at the white box, her eyebrows lifting in surprise. I bite my inner cheek nervously. "Since you told me your period started yesterday, I thought it might help you feel a little better."

My hands slip into my pockets, hoping she doesn't notice how jittery I am.

A smile spreads across her face before she even opens the box, and when she does, it deepens into something more tender. She takes out the small heart-shaped cake, its red glaze gleaming under the kitchen light. "Aw. You didn't have to, sweetheart."

"I wanted to," I murmur, my voice almost too soft. "I remember you saying you crave chocolate when you're not feeling well, so I thought... maybe this would be a good choice."

She meets my eyes, and for a moment, I feel like I've done something right. Standing on her tiptoes, she presses a quick kiss to my cheek. "Thank you. That's so sweet of you."

I smile, relieved that she likes this surprise. "I wanted to bring it to you yesterday, but I know you'd rather avoid having me at your house again."

"I'm happy to have it today, don't worry," she reassures me, her voice light. "This looks so good."

Without waiting, she grabs a spoon and takes a bite, her eyes lighting up with delight. "Hm. This is amazing. I love it," she nods eagerly, taking another spoonful.

I can't help but grin, watching her. My chest swells with warmth, a feeling I can't quite explain. "I'm glad you like it."

She looks up at me then, and something in her gaze softens even more. "Thank you so much."

Before I can say anything else, she pulls me into a warm embrace, pressing a kiss to my cheek. It's not quite what I wanted, but it's enough—just enough to make my heart race.

"I'm happy you like it," I say quietly, hugging her back tightly, grateful for her affection, even if it's not as bold as I wish it could be.

She pulls away just slightly, her hands brushing past my sensitive waist as she grabs another spoonful of cake. "I'm actually gonna eat it right now," she says, looking satisfied. "I'm too hungry to save room for dinner."

I drop a quick kiss on her ear before I step back, moving away.

I settle back at the table, watching her as she sits down next to us, placing her dessert in front of her.

"Will you help me study after you finish that?" I ask, making sure she's not changing her mind. Her eyes meet mine, and she smiles, that soft, knowing smile that makes my heart flutter. "I will."

I nod, feeling a quiet sense of contentment wash over me. For now, this is enough.

40 minutes later...

Still waiting for Y/N to come after Minjun insisted on having her attention, I drop myself onto the bed with a sigh, leaving my book beside me.

He knows I love and need her, yet he still tries to keep her closer to him.

"Jungkook?" Y/N's soft knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts. I quickly grab my book, pretending to be engrossed in it, and tell her to come in.

She enters quietly, her eyes already filled with that knowing look I can never hide from. "I'm sorry," she says, sitting down next to me. "Minjun wanted me to stay with him too."

"Yeah, I figured," I reply, my voice betraying the hint of disappointment that lingers beneath my words. She doesn't say anything for a moment, just sits beside me and looks at me with those steady, caring eyes. "You already started studying, right?"

She tilts her head, noticing the slight tension in the air. "And you study on your bed? How do you even take notes?" she asks, crawling closer to me with that playful curiosity.

"I already took some notes," I respond, trying to smile, but she's too close now, and I can't help but feel her presence drawing me in.

For a few seconds, she goes quiet, lying down beside me. Her gaze softens as she watches me, almost like she's reading me. Searching for something I can't quite put into words.

"You're not upset, are you?" she asks, her voice quiet and gentle. "Minjun needs a lot of attention too."

I sigh and shake my head, pushing the doubts away. "I know. I'm not upset," I say, putting my book aside and moving closer to her.

Without thinking, I wrap my arms around her and bury my head in her chest. Her warmth immediately soothes me, and I feel my heartbeat slow down, the tension I hadn't even realized I was holding melting away.

"Am I too clingy? Too needy? Annoying?" I whisper, my voice barely audible as I feel vulnerable in this moment of doubt.

She runs her fingers through my hair, her touch so calming that I almost forget to breathe. "You do ask for a lot of attention," she says softly, her lips brushing the top of my head. "But I love it. I love how honest you are about what you need and want."

Her words wash over me, her reassurance making the tightness in my chest loosen. She kisses my head again, combing my hair so tenderly, as if trying to erase every worry I've ever had. "It just makes me want to hold you and cuddle you even more."

I lift my head, her words wrapping around my heart like a blanket. I meet her eyes, and my pulse quickens, my emotions too big to contain. Her fingers slide over my face, tracing the lines of my jaw, and her smile is soft—like she understands me in ways I can't explain.

I swallow hard, feeling both overwhelmed and safe all at once. "Can I have just... five minutes?" My voice comes out a little rough, but I don't care. "A break to just be with you? Before I go back to studying?"

She nods, allowing me to relax and only focus on her.

Her touch makes my heart flutter as she gently brushes a few strands of hair away from my face. Her fingers trail over my ear, following its shape so carefully, so lovingly. I close my eyes, unable to stop the shiver that runs through me. My eyes close for a bit as she goes down to the lobe.

I feel a wave of warmth wash over me, and a sense of conflicting calm and excitement settles in my body. Probably noticing how erogenous this spot is, she drifts her caresses to my neck. I can't help but let out a quiet sigh of pleasure.

I lower my chin and uncontrollably kiss her neck with my tongue.

As she does not complain or scold me for doing so, I breathe against her wet skin and repeat the same action a little more forcefully.

In order to show her I can temper my actions and control myself, I stop and set my eyes back on hers, running my hand over one of her thighs.

"I received the results of a test I passed last week," I tell her in a quiet tone, my heart hammering so hard I'm worried she might be able to hear it. She strokes my throat and gives me a soft smile before asking, "And what are the results?"

"I got a C," I reveal the grade I am not so proud of. "Are you disappointed?" I scratch my fingers over her jeans gently, her thighs feeling so grabbable. She shakes her head, "Not at all. I'm proud of you for trying your best and getting a more than enough grade."

I smile, happy that she's so supportive. "Can you remind me of the reward you told me I'd get if I got a C?"

"I said you'd get a hug, but you get hugs and kisses all the time now, so I'll have to think of something else," she says with a laugh, getting me eager.

"Something else?" I bite my lips with high hopes, unceasingly kneading her thigh. "Yes. Whether you get an A, B, or C, you could ask for whatever you want."

"Hm. But you'll refuse half; I already know it," I glance down at her lips, sneaking my hand under her top to feel her warm skin. "Well. Not true. You just have to ask for the right things."

"Can I ask for something now then?" I rub her lower stomach as daintily as I can. "Yes."

Multiple ideas come to mind. However, most of them are inappropriate. I need to ask for something that stands between inappropriate and okay.

"I..." my voice trails off, unsure of how to continue. "Why don't you tell me where the boundary is? So that I know where the line has to be drawn."

"You know that already," she replies. "Nothing that goes further than kissing and cuddling."

"I knew that already, so...like," I slow down the movement of my hand, her eyes locked on my lips. "Is making out acceptable since it's technically a mix of kissing and cuddling?"

"A mix of kisses and cuddles," she repeats, chuckling. "You're really reaching with that one."

"No, I'm not," I smile and lick my lips. As I cannot stop touching her stomach and hip, she places her hand under my chin. Despite the lack of space between us, I lean in even closer, and she slightly tilts my head up with her finger.

Our faces inches apart, I can feel her breath on mine. She runs her thumb over my lips. "Did you apply some lip balm today?"

"I did, like a good boy," I respond, my breathing becoming shallow. The tension between us growing thicker, I part my lips to feel her thumb brush softly between them. Once more, she licks her tempting ones, her eyes fixed on my mouth.

"So you were a good boy just for me?" she employs the perfect words to make me submissive, and I clasp her thumb with my mouth, licking her skin. "Yes, mommy," I smile, remembering our earlier talk. "I'll always be a good boy for you."

Her reaction encouraging me to keep going, I push my fingers deeper inside her clothing and press my lips against her neck, pushing myself against her body.

"I wanna make you happy..." I whisper, my breath hot against her skin, and I kiss a spot just right below, "...proud..." I grip her waist, sliding my lips down her collarbone. I leave one last kiss on it. "...and satisfied."

Her knees bending as I can feel her thighs clench, I look up into her eyes and see the desire burning in them.

Her bottom lip squeezed between her teeth, she stares and grips my hoodie, her chest rising and falling quickly. "Then be a good boy and stop. Hm?" she asks, her murmur sounding like a moan.

"Why?" I move my hand down, my skin heating up against hers. "Because if I don't control myself, you won't either, baby."

I take my hand away and drop it next to her, getting on top of her. As if she changed her mind, she spreads her legs to let me in, having no idea how much of a turn-on this is. "So you don't stop me because it doesn't feel good?"

"No. You know it," she whispers, obviously aroused too. "You know what those touches can do to my body."

"But you know what your touches do to me too," I counter, on the verge of losing control.

Her eyes not leaving mine, she licks her lips and leans in closer. She cups my face with her hands and presses her lips on mine. The adrenaline rushing through me, I go forward and deepen the kiss, asking for much more than a mere peck.

Her tongue crashes against mine, igniting a fire within me. As soon as I feel her lips part against mine, I hold her throat and slide my tongue inside her mouth again, forcing her down onto the pillow.

The intensity of the moment is overwhelming, and I can feel the heat radiating between us.

Not holding back anymore, I drift my hand down her curves, never separating our bodies. I can feel her heart racing beneath my touch, her breathing quickening as she responds to my every move. I can tell that she wants this just as much as I do.

I kiss her passionately, hungrily, and she reciprocates with equal fervor as I explore more of her body with my hand. My touches becoming more desperate, I thrust against her, pushing myself between her thighs.

Her sharp breathing escapes her mouth, her back arching when I grip her hip tightly.

This sensual and hungry kiss lingers on as I lose myself into it, her soft skin burning against mine in a perfect match. The room around us fades away, leaving only the two of us lost in ecstasy.

Our connection intensifies with each passing moment, the heat between us reaching a fever pitch. In that moment, nothing else matters except for the raw passion shared between us.

This is the first time I hear and feel her crave me as much as I crave her. Her breathing picks up speed as our bodies synchronize and move as one. Her hands run down my torso. And I slide my tongue right back inside as I slowly grind onto her.

"Jungkook..." she moans my name but stops me. We have not even taken our clothes off, yet I already feel so close to a climax.

"You need to study," she speaks near my lips, our shaky and heavy breathing merging as one.

Knowing I will not be able to focus on anything else in the state I am in, I nuzzle into her neck and whine, "I can't..."

"Yes, you can, baby boy," she tangles her fingers in my hair, and I give in. "Calling me that only makes it harder," I nibble and peck her neck.

Her reaction lacking words, she guides my face to hers. My cheekbones and ears burning as if I was drunk, I dive my eyes into hers and lose myself in the intensity of her gaze. "You said you'd be a good boy for me," she rubs her thumbs over my hot cheeks, biting her lips as she watches my expression change.

I gulp, feeling the heat in my face intensify as I cannot control the heavy impact her words have on my body. I feel so submissive and powerless, but I love this feeling. I love the way she makes me feel so vulnerable, weak, yet safe at the same time.

Too aroused to concentrate on anything but what she makes me feel inside, I close my eyes, fully surrendering to her control. "And what if I'm not good?" I tilt my head, reveling in the anticipation of her answer.

For what feels like a long moment, she stares into my eyes. Then, she glides one hand down my neck and rushes her lips to mine.

Without needing more, I understand she can't resist me.

Our kiss lingering without me asking for it, her tongue touches my bottom lip as she embraces it with her sweet ones. "That look in your eyes is gonna make me go crazy," she shows some difficulty, her voice filled with appetite.

She forces herself to move back and place her hands on my chest, taking a deep breath to compose herself. "Study. I'm coming back in a few minutes," she says, getting out of the bed.

Instead of chasing her again, I lay back and exhale. When she opens the door, I look in her direction. "Come back in, like, five to ten minutes...and knock on the door first, please."

She stands still and stares into my eyes, probably understanding why I am asking her to do this. She smiles and holds the doorframe. "Why?"

I sit up on the bed, never glancing away. "You know why. You know what you did to me..." I do not fear exposing myself and the natural reaction my body had to her touches and words.

She does not leave, her eyes lowering to my body.

I ignore the loud voice in my head telling me to rush back to her and instead take my hoodie off. Now shirtless, I fix the chain around my neck and get out of my bed. As she stays there, her gaze remaining on me, I walk up to her and stop right in front of her.

I grab the door handle as well and stick my other hand in a pocket of my sweatpants, attempting to hide what I know she noticed with a look down. "Didn't you say you wanted to leave?"

"I never said that. Just that I have to," she replies, taking a peek at my torso. I crush the handle in my grip, releasing some frustration as the tension between us does not seem to dissipate at all.

"I want to show you I can control myself and respect your boundaries like a man. So...that's what I'll do, but the more you stay near me, the harder it is to not...To not act up. You know how it is at my age, as a guy," I make my point of self-control clear.

I want to let go. I want to give in, but I know it's not the right thing to do. I'm just a mess because of my hormones.

"I know. I understand. I'm maybe older, but I feel the same way you do. Don't worry about that," she walks away. I do not stop her but close the door. I lean against it and let out a deep sigh, and I lock it.

I cannot hold back anymore. I go back to my bed, lie down, and take care of myself.