Managing to get you out of the cab, Jungkook paid for it and slowly dragged you, who was limping, to the house.

"Hyerin, where are the keys?" He asked and you lazily dug your hand inside the pocket of your jeans, giving him the keys while still leaning yourself on him.

Getting the keys to your house, Jungkook opened the door and entered along with you, closing the door behind him as he leaned against it for a second, trying to catch his breath.

Wrapping one of your arms around his neck, he slowly walked forward, his left arm holding you up by your waist.

And after a lot struggling, he got you to your room and you fell on your bed.

Well, you see, when you fell on the bed, your arm which was wrapped around Jungkook's neck, made him land on top of you.

Jungkook's eyes widened as he tried getting off you.

But that only resulted in you wrapping both of your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you.

"Hyerin, what are you doing-" Jungkook's words were cut off as you smashed your lips on his.

Once again, his eyes widened as he frantically tried pulling away from you.

But as one of your hands moved down and slid under his shirt, Jungkook gasped, and you took the chance to enter your tongue inside his mouth while your hands traced his abs.

Jungkook tried pulling away, resisting your hands which gripped his hair.

But, hormones.

He found himself kissing you back as your fingers started to unbutton his shirt.

Coming back to his senses as your cold hands spread across his bare chest, Jungkook pulled out of the heated kiss.

"Hyerin, let go-" he halted on his words as you trailed down his neck with kisses, softly nipping the spot above his collarbone before starting to suck there.

Jungkook let out a low groan as you sucked more harshly, practically covering all of his neck with your love bites.

It was two days ago when Jungkook asked you if you wanted love bites. You were bewildered at first. But then, you figured out that he was talking about the chocolates called 'Love Bites'.

You couldn't help but chuckle a little at the memory as you pulled away after Jungkook's shirt was unbuttoned.

But you whined in disappointment as he managed to get off you.

"Oppa," you called with heavy lidded eyes. "Come back," you said, a small pout on your face.

"Hyerin, you're drunk. You don't know what you're doing," Jungkook said with distraught, hurriedly buttoning up his shirt as he stumbled back.

Your diary which was placed on the study table fell on the floor as he accidentally pushed it.

Normally, Jungkook would've just left it. But seeing a picture of him flying out from the diary, he picked it up from the floor, slowly opening it.

Dear diary,
I couldn't get a dance move correctly, and Jungkook seonsaengnim lifted me up. Now, I think I'm in love with him.
Kim Hyerin

Jungkook thought about it and you were eight years old when that happened. He couldn't believe that everything he was reading right now would be real.

Still in bewilderment, he started flipping through the pages, continuing to read what was written in them.

I believe in myself.
My back hurts in order to let my wings sprout.
And I believe in our love, no matter how much it tries to hurt me.

Come be my teacher. Teach me everything about you.

I'm becoming weird.
And you can't go to the peak by being normal, baby.

In the middle of the road, when people say that he's fifteen years older than me,
I want to shout out even louder: "So what?"

I don't want anyone else to have his heart, kiss his lips, or be in his arms. Because that's only my place.

It hurts. When he laughs and calls me as a kid.
Because I don't want to be seen just as a kid by him.

I do believe your galaxy.
I want to listen to your melody.
The stars in your Milky Way,
How will they appear in your sky?
Don't forget that I found you anyways.
At the end of my despair.
You're the last reason.
For me who was standing at the edge of the cliff.
Live.

Love is like vinegar. Painful but addictive, like the smell of vinegar.