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Ever since he came back to our table, he's been quiet and serious. Black and white. That cute smiley and touchy boy I came in with, seems to have gotten lost among Jungkook's serious and distant personality at some point of the night.

I try to cheer him up a few times, but I only get him to smile for a short second because he goes back to his straight face. I pinch the reverse of his hand, I try to get him to talk, I even more my chair closer to him... for nothing, Because his attitude remains the same.

—I'm just a bit tired —he finally says, after I've asked him five times.

—Do you want to leave and get some rest? —I suggest, resting my chin on his shoulder—. I've already finished mine. And I'm sure it won't be a good idea for me to get another one.

When he turns his head to lay his dark eyes on me, I finally get a genuine smile as he nods. Moving away from him after finally getting a reaction, I stand up, placing all my clothes in the right place.

—Tae isn't here today? —I frown, trying to find him among the customers.

—No, he didn't feel well. So Brooke is in charge of the place.

—I hope he feels better soon —I mutter as we head outside—. Tell him that if he needs something...

—I will —he cuts me up.

I knew there was something wrong when he came back to our table with that serious aura, but I shrugged it off after he said it was just because he was tired. But after this, and how stiff he drives all the way back to my house, I know there's something else behind that attitude.

I hop off his motorbike, thinking he'd stop the engine and go up to my place as he usually does, but the roar of the engine keeps filling the silence in my street.

—You aren't sleeping here? —I frown at him, confused.

—I'd rather go to my place tonight.

The same man who kept throwing tantrums because I wouldn't let him sleep in my bed just two weeks ago?

—Cut the shit, Jungkook —I cross my arms over my chest—. What's wrong?

—I told you I'm tired.

—And I'm not buying it —I tilt my head to look at him better—. You were fine tonight, and out of nowhere you started acting like...

—Like what?

—Like an ass —I rush to answer—. If you were tired, you could've told me. And we would've gone straight to my house or your place.

—If my attitude bothered you so much, you could've called Jin so he could keep you better company.

I scoff, placing my hands on my hips as I look away trying to process what he's just said. It's not the jealous act he's trying to pull, or how he got annoyed about it without even talking to me, but the distant attitude and the childish response that I have no idea where it's coming from at all.

—Why are you bringing up Jin?

—You tell me —he finally turns off the engine—. Why did I have to learn from someone else that you and Jin went out for drinks, and were all over each other?

—All over each other? You have to be kidding me.

I look at him, both hands hanging on my hips as I try to process what he just said.

—He's my fucking boss. He invited me for drinks, because he couldn't do it on my first day —I try to explain to him—. He knows we're seeing each other. For fucks sake, the day after, you came to pick me up and he saw us being all over each other.

—And that's why you didn't tell me? —he scoffs, throwing his head back— You told me you'd get home late, and that's why I didn't go to pick you up.

—I didn't tell you because I didn't think it was important —I squint my eyes at him—. I went for a drink with my boss. He himself made things clear when I asked him, so I don't know where this is coming from.

He doesn't say a thing, but I can tell he's pissed by the way his tongue moves all over his lip ring constantly.

—It's unbelievable you're the one trying to be offended over me hiding things though —I continue—. Maybe you're being an asshole because Jimin can't tell you what to do right now. Right? —I cross my arms over my chest— Maybe he'd tell you to man up and bring some sense to that tiny brain of yours.

His expression softens after I say that, being totally aware that Jimin let me know about that rule in our deal Jungkook basically imposed weeks ago.

—I've dealt with your big walls constantly, with your stupid ideas, and even how you don't even want to consider us as a couple. And you really think I'd run after someone else after how much it took us to get here? —I hate how my voice trembles—. You could've talked to me about it, because I know you would've gone home without saying a single thing about it if I hadn't insisted. You should discuss everything with me.

It's not how he made a little story in his head, but how he took whatever he was told as a holy word and didn't even think of discussing it with me to clear things up. I respect what we have enough to be messing around with it. And even if I understand where his distrust is coming from, I feel offended about him seeing me that way, and how he managed to have the slight idea of me risking all of this for someone I met just some weeks ago.

—I'm sorry —I hear him saying—. When Brooke told me and showed me the pic, I don't know...

—I don't know either —I cross my arms over my chest—. It wouldn't cross my mind to do something like that to you. 

—I'm sorry —he apologizes again, finally getting off his motorbike to wrap his arms around me.

—If you are sorry, then I really hope you park that damned motorbike and bring your ass up to my place —I cross my arms over my chest while he's still holding me.

—That's it?

—What? —I step back— Were you expecting me to throw a tantrum and go two weeks without talking to you? —I raise my eyebrow— I could do that, but I don't want to. I just need you to understand that I'm only into you. And next time something like this happens, you talk to me first —I'm almost going to start walking, but I stop on my tracks—. I'm not bringing up the whole deal thing because we made up a few days ago, but I hope something like that doesn't ever happen again —I give him a warning look.

I see him pressing his lips while smiling, forming that squared nervous smile that shows off perfectly that mole on his lower lip.

When we get to my place, I can feel he still feels a bit weirded out, and I feel strange as well. But I doubt it's the same kind of weird. His is probably due to how fast the argument was over, while mine is more linked to the sudden need of showing him how into him I am -because clearly, he still doesn't get it.

As he sits on the sofa, I start to think if I should let my feelings take control of my body, or if I should just keep it cool for today.

—I really can't believe you still think I could look at anyone else the way I look at you —I straddle him, both of my legs at each side of his body—. Maybe I should use actions, because words don't stay long enough up here —I rub his temple with my index.

—How will you do that?

My fingertip runs over his skin, digging behind his ear into his hair, as I bend over him to link our lips together. One hand holding his head and playing with his hair, while the other travels down his neck and chest, feeling his heartbeat rushing every time I suck onto his lower lip. And it's like he doesn't want to waste any time, because he sinks his tongue in my mouth before I can even trace his lower lip with mine.

Both of his hands keep me tight against him as the kiss gets sloppy and just a mess of tongues twirling and spit exchange, with naughty sounds that seem to be enough to get both of us started. I lower my hips, feeling his semi hard bulge hit against my core. And that only encourages him to unzip my mom jeans, dragging his hands under them just so he can grab directly my flesh, sinking his fingers onto it as if he were trying to mark me.

I bite his lip before I break the kiss, pulling it in between my teeth with my eyes fixed on his. Jungkook moves his hands back to my back, holding me tight, but not as tight as he was just a few seconds ago. It's like he's read what I want to do in my eyes.

I kneel slowly in between his legs, moving my hands over his thighs until I almost reach the noticeable bulge under his pants. He lets out a heavy breath, and I can feel the muscles on his thighs tense when I get closer to where he needs me the most right now. I unzip his pants. And while he moves his hands nervously in the air -eager to be in control of the pace of the situation, but at the same time trying to let me do my thing-, I finally take them off, along with his boxers. His hard cock jumps free as soon as I slid the fabric down.

I lick his shaft, from the base to the tip, and he only sighs as he feels my tongue tracing one of his marked veins until I reach his most sensitive part. My fingers wrap around it, letting my tongue tease him. I move it in circles around the tip, getting a taste of the salty liquid that leaks from the tip.

He moves my hair away, getting a perfect image of my face, before some locks fall back on my face when he lowers his hand to rub my cheek with his thumb.

—Suck it, baby —he asks under his breath.

His hand goes back to the back of my head, pulling gently from my hair to put it away from my face.

I wrap my lips around his tip, covering my teeth with them -just like he taught me once-, before I start going down on him. With my eyes closed, I bump my head up and down slowly, getting turned on by his taste, and the sounds he makes. Those low groans just make me want to suck him off even more.

—Keep your eyes on me, babe —he commands with a sweet tone, in the middle of a moan.

Looking at him right now isn't of help right now. His eyebrows slightly furrowed, lips parted while his jaw is tensed as if he were holding back as much as possible. That combined with the grip that gets tighter as my moves go faster, and his other hand rubbing my arm -that lays on his leg for balance-, I'm sure I'd be able to cum right here and now without even being touched.

I press my thighs together, letting out a drown whimper while I keep sucking him off.

—So fucking good —he moans again—. Sucking it like I taught you, like a good girl.

What he says makes my pussy throb almost instantly, and I can feel my panties being drenched from my own arousal. I move my fingers up and down his shaft, pumping his cock at the same rhythm my mouth does. He throws his head back, whimpering as he thrusts his hips up.

—I'm gonna cum, baby. Stop —he asks me.

Jungkook makes me move back. And I can barely appreciate his glistening cock covered on my spit, before he bends and cups my face with his hands.

—Come here.

While we kiss, he tries to get rid of my clothes. Clumsily taking off my pants and sliding them down my leg along with my panties. His palm covers my wet slit, fingers digging through my folders until I'm finally back straddling him.

He tears my pink blouse apart, while he desperately kisses me, and I'm so focused on him that I don't even care about the sound of the fabric slightly breaking. Neither of us want to waste any time. While he holds himself up, I move my hips down, moaning when I'm finally completely filled by him.

I jump on him slowly at first, getting used to every inch and every vein of his cock, letting him completely, but moving up until the tip is the only part of him inside. That doesn't last long, because I start increasing my speed after the fourth time, encouraged by the sounds of our bodies clapping together and his moans that only keep getting louder.

—You're the only one I want to fuck like this —I moan, holding onto his shoulder and the couch—. Do you understand it like this?

—Fuck, yes —his voice cracks, while his nails dig on the flesh of my ass—. You're only mine.

—Uh-huh.

He pulls me in for a kiss, as he lowers his body on the couch, dragging me along with him. Taking control away from me, he holds my hips up and starts drilling into me in a speed that's making me dizzy. Jungkook lowers the cups of my bra, sucking and biting my hard nipple as he fucks me like he's never done before. I'm unable to hold back my moans, feeling so close.

—I'm close —I warn him, holding onto his wrist.

—Cum with me —he bucks his hips, moving even faster.

My pussy clenches around him tight, when I finally reach my high. I can feel my whole body trembling, although I barely listen to my own moans because of the way my ears are ringing after cumming this way.

His cock twitches inside of me, and soon after he's gone. I feel him explode inside of me, his warm liquid filling me and leaking out. And it's only then I'm aware we haven't used a condom.

—We didn't use protection —I panic, looking down at him.

—It's alright —he moves under me, trying to go back to his initial position—. I'm clean. And we can buy the morning after pill tomorrow.

He kisses me again, slower than the other times. Even if the room only smells like sex right now, he manages to keep it sweet and soft.

✸ ✸ ✸

He falls next to me, giggling and smiling despite being exhausted after the third round. I turn to look at him, his forehead is coated on a thin line of sweat, making some of his locks stick to it. I move them away, unaware that Jungkook would use that to pull me from my wrist and wrap my arm around him to drag me closer to his body.

He doesn't really say anything, but the way he's looking at me, and how that wide smile slowly vanishes away... I expect the worst that could come out of his mouth right now.

—I'm sorry about tonight —he apologizes again—. You didn't deserve to be treated that way in the pub.

—Kook, we already talked it out.

—We didn't. I apologized and you let it go —he puckers his lips before he continues—. I should've thought better of you, but I was so blinded by the idea of you being into someone else... I'm just scared of losing you, losing this, being played with again. I know you wouldn't do that, but I can't help but be prepared for it.

Seeing his eyes watering as he speaks must be the most heartbreaking thing I've ever seen in my life. I play with his hair, trying to comfort him somehow.

—I'm not going anywhere, Kook —I assure him—. Not now, not tomorrow. So get that idea clear in your head.

He's about to speak, but as soon as his lips tremble and he covers half of his face with his hand, I know he won't be able to say anything. We exchange positions again, being back to lying on my back as I wrap my arms tight around him.

—I thought you wanted me to say cute things to you —I tease him.

I feel him giggle on my neck, moving back so he's able to look at me again. I clean some of the tears that were rolling down his cheeks, just for Jungkook to grab my wrist and stop me, making sure my focus is on him and his eyes.

—I think I'm in love with you, cocktease.

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