Warning: This chapter is spicy. Not smut, but spicy. Spicer than 'The Bedroom'.

You thought the carnival would be enough to keep Jungkook's mind occupied, but after his meeting with Namjoon yesterday, he hadn't stopped panicking. Well... at least you hoped that was the case. It was better than your other thought: he went numb to it all.

Jungkook was sitting on your bed wordlessly, silent as he had been for hours. He came over after it happened, explaining the details before he fell asleep. And ever since he woke, he hadn't so much as uttered a word. How were you supposed to fix this?

To pass the time, you painted, him watching you. Or you assumed he was. The more likely option was that he was in his thoughts, wondering how a court trial could impact his life and his daily schedule, or maybe he was worried about if Namjoon would ever forgive him. Knowing Jungkook, the second option was the more likely one.

You set your brush down, clapping your hands together and grinning. "All done." You swung around, staring at him, but his eyes were focused on the floor. "Can I ask you something?" No answer. "Why did you slow dance with me that one day? Was that practice, or were you doing that to get close to me?"

"Not sure," he replied, finally glancing up. "A little bit of both, I think. I wasn't sure why I did it, but in the moment, it just felt... right. Like in the tattoo parlor, when I got close to you. I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable, by the way."

"I actually liked it." He managed to smile at your words, you coming over and pecking his forehead, taking his hand. "Come on, want to shower with me?"

And just like that, Jeon Jungkook was hopping to his feet, grinning at you like he wasn't just staring at the floor stoically for like three hours. He took your hand and brought you in your bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind you. You giggled at his giddiness, him taking off his shirt. Right away, you stopped giggling, instead letting your jaw drop to admire his muscles. He flexed them, waggling his brows. You flipped him off, which was a terrible idea since he came over and whipped your shirt off, tossing it in the corner of the room.

"Bad girl," he murmured, pressing soft kisses on your neck. He kept whispering sweet nothings against your upper body, his hands pulling at your bra straps and cherishing your skin. His tongue shot out and licked over your collarbone, you gripping his hair and pulling on the locks. After he succeeded in making your skin moist, he blew cold air on it, bringing goosebumps to your body.

"Want to talk about why you're so stoic today?" you asked in a whisper, him grunting against you, guiding his lips lower to kiss the fabric of your bra. You trembled, but you weren't letting him get out of this yet. Not when he was literally silent for several hours. You understood he was going through a lot, and you respected that, but it'd be nice to know if he was gonna be okay or not.

"Not really, to be honest," he said, coming back up to meet your eyes. "I just want to focus on my girlfriend and nothing else. Is that alright with you?"

"That's more than alright with me, I just want to know you'll be okay."

His eyes displayed a complexity you didn't think he'd allow you to see. His pupils widened by what felt like half an inch, his lips parting. But his expression fell two seconds later, and he shook his head. "I'll be okay. First thing's first: we need to fuck in the shower."

"Are you ever not horny?"

"With an ass like that, Miss L/n, how are you expecting me to contain myself?"

You laughed, giving his shoulder a nudge, "Alright Casanova, I get it, you're smooth with your words, but we're still almost fully dressed and the shower hasn't even been started yet. I'd say you're slacking. Are you all talk and no game, is that it, Mr. Jeon?"

"You're insistent on teasing me, hm?"

"Jungkook. You're literally standing in front of me, shirtless, and trying to strip me. How am I the one teasing you right now?" He chuckled at your reaction, you giving him a fake serious face you hoped would make him move faster. He eventually gave in and decided to take off the remainder of your clothes, both his and yours, then he let the shower water run.

Jungkook was staring at himself in the mirror, waiting for the water to become warm. The glass shower was steaming up, symbolizing that it was ready to be used. But Jungkook didn't budge. So, you went over, wrapping your arms around his back and peeking out from his side to see what he was viewing. Himself. He was still gazing at himself. You wondered why, but before you could ask, he answered for you.

"Do I have a beard and mustache growing in? Would that look good on me?" he asked, using one hand to stroke his chin while his other landed on top of yours. "I mean, I know I'd look hot with facial hair, but I still want your opinion. I'm wondering if facial hair grows that fast. Just asking for a friend."

"Asking for a friend? Which friend? Jimin?"

"Maybe I am, is that a problem?"

"Babe, if Jimin can't even grow in height, do you really think he'll grow facial hair?"

"In honor of Jimin, ouch. In honor of me being a little shit, fuck yeah babe, slay, you gottem'." You laughed and parted from him, humming as you felt the water. You could feel Jungkook's stare on you, but you didn't meet it. Not yet. He could be a big boy and come over, but he decided not to. You wondered why-

Oh.

"Jungkook, stop staring at my ass."

"But it looks niiiiice," he said, whining and pouting at you. At your glare, he trotted over with his shoulders slumped. "Can I at least squeeze it?"

"Jungkook, you're insane. Let's just shower, yeah?"

He agreed albeit reluctantly, slipping inside the glass and pulling you with him. The two of you were peeping at each other as soon as the water cloaked your body, the heat rising to your veins and clogging your senses with euphoria. Jungkook kept his eyes only on you, not caring about the steam radiating around his body. It made him appear like a God, his chest chiseled and gazing at you as if you were the only sight in the world, his jawline shimmering from the droplets of water dripping off it, and his eyes boring into yours.

You were in heaven to say the least. There was a lot going on in your mind right now. Of course college was a big part of that, but above all, Jungkook's whole person was a concern. You weren't sure what to make of his whole situation, and you weren't sure there would ever be an answer. However, you believed that with enough time and effort, a solution would present itself to you. Hopefully in forms of Namjoon forgiving Jungkook. Or if not forgiving, at least not taking him to court where he didn't want to go.

Jungkook likely wouldn't get charged with anything, but the possibility still plagued the back of your mind like a tumor, destroying every other sane thought in your brain. You were sure Jungkook was thinking the same thing based on the way he swayed, keeping his intense stare on you. So, you decided to finally give him what he wanted. Pleasure.

Your lips pressed together in the shower, the water hissing against Jungkook's back as he brought you up against his chest. Right away, the kiss became a make out, your tongues colliding and swirling over one another. Every centimeter of your flesh was yipping and hollering with delight, him tossing you against the wall and holding your thigh up.

Jungkook massaged the skin of your leg, moving up more and more until he reached the ass he loved so much, rubbing his fingers over it while you wrapped your leg around his waist. He grinded against you, a moan being torn from your throat and into his mouth. He devoured it, sucking on your lips and being careful not to use too much tongue.

The saliva exchanged was in low numbers, and it was also masked by the amount of liquids being spewed out in the shower. The glass container entrapped you to each other, Jungkook's hands greedily swarming your body and creating tingles wherever he touched. A whole trail led from your arms to your neck, Jungkook leaving your mouth to instead suck on your jawline, going down in a teasing manner that left your lips parted and begging for more.

The man ignored your pleas, being a bigger tease than usual by pecking your collarbone and chest, rubbing your waist and pulling you up against him. A gasp found its way out of your body, Jungkook chuckling at the sudden sound. He came back up, running his thumb along your lower lip until he forced it inside. You let your lips spread for him, his skin, covered in moisture, shoving itself further down your inside.

He didn't stop until you closed yourself around him, him smirking at the sight of his thumb in your mouth. You opened your lips again to allow him to pull out, and he did, his body isolating yours to the corner of the box. The two of you peered at one another for a few moments, then, he brought you back in a needy, breathless kiss that left your mental and physical state floored.

This kiss was worse than the last one, him nibbling on your lower lip in particular and teasing it with his tongue. He moved in circles, allowing a strong amount of saliva to meet your lips and even off your lips and onto the skin on your face. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you to guide you closer, him easing off so he could kiss you lovingly. You appreciated it to say the least, your lips already swollen from the intensity of the make out.

Jungkook didn't leave you for several more minutes. He continued to kiss you, switching sides when necessary, and only leaving a minuscular gap when you needed to part to breathe. No words were exchanged for what felt like hours, mirroring what occurred earlier when Jungkook refused to so much as open his mouth. Now his mouth was on yours, speaking all he needed to without using his voice.

After one more minute of kissing, this time he did leave your body, running a hand through his soaked locks. The droplets of water coated his figure in a shine that had him illuminating your bathroom. In that moment, you craved for him to live with you despite him only being next door. Your relationship with him was that of passion and desire, and now, you had a larger desire for him than anyone else on the planet, as dramatic as that sounded.

Jungkook returned the sentiment, taking your hand and tracing patterns into the back of it. The harsh splashing of the showerhead didn't bother either of you. You had more important matters on your mind. Such as whether or not this was gonna end in sex, or if you'd be curled up with him all night, refusing to move. Either one were likely options, or maybe you'd do both no matter what. Sex and cuddles. You were okay with that. Maybe you even wanted it a bit too much.

"I really like you, Y/n," he said over the shouts of the shower. "And I want us to last. I'm sorry, I know that sounds selfish, but I want you. In more than one way. You're always here for me, and you forgave me after everything I've done."

"We all make mistakes, Koo. I'll make mistakes too, and all I ask is that you give me the chance to make up for it, like how I'm giving that chance to you."

"More like chances. Plural," he replied with a bitter chuckle, licking his thin lips.

You squeezed his hand and pecked his nose, letting your free hand rest on his cheek. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and relishing in the warmth your body gave. It was a better warmth than the water. "I like you too. More than I should, Jeon. Don't let that feed your ego."

"No promises."

The two of you snickered, his eyes opening so he could peek at you. You returned the gesture, allowing yourself to get lost in his charm. You knew you'd be okay if you just tried. Together. Hana would support you, Jimin and Taehyung would, and you hoped eventually Namjoon would too.

"Can I have you?" he asked, his eyebrows raising by a fraction of an inch. Ah, there it was. The question you were expecting. You gave him a grin, kissing his lips one last time before letting yourself succumb to his endeavors.

"Sure, why not? After all, showers are fun."