♠︎ nineteen

CHAPTER NINETEEN

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♠︎ YOU

"Well?"

You gazed at the waiting raised eyebrow of your best friend on the other end of the phone screen. Wishing that you had just called her, and not facetimed as she'd requested, because you were red as a cherry fucking tomato.

"Oh come on, girl, out with it," Nia tutted when you didnt reply. "I need to know!"

You sighed, conceding defeat as you sat up in your bed. "It's massive."

Nia squealed in delight, rolling backwards on her bed in Daegu and kicking her feet in the air.

"I knew it!" she hissed with vindication. "My big dick senses were tingling."You rolled your eyes. "Ni, you know that size doesn't really matter, right?"

"Oh, but I bet he knows how to use it," Nia predicted pompously. "I reckon his is a coochie whisperer."

"I wouldn't know," you said huffily. "It hasn't been anywhere near my coochie."

"But you did do something with him, right? I can tell. So come on, spill," she pressed. You mumbled your reply as quietly as you could, and Nia smirked. "Can't hear you, babe."

"I rode his thigh," you hissed at her. Nia cackled.

"Dick. Ma. TIZED." she punched the air to punctuate each syllable. 

"Sometimes I really hate being your friend," you sighed, but you were smiling now. 

In fact, since leaving Jungkook's room last night, you hadn't stopped smiling once. Every time you thought about it sent the blush flooding back into your cheeks, which was confusing considering that you were normally so open and chilled out about sex. When you and Namjoon had sex, neither of you had really batted an eyelid. 

But something about this deal with Jungkook was different.

Did Jungkook really need you? That was the real question. You'd certainly seen enough last night to tell you he was way better at this than you'd expected. He was controlling and tempting, and he'd worked out your praise kink at lightning speed. 

And, luckily for him - and you - he really had the skills to back up those cocky ass words.

But the point, you figured, was that he didn't know how good he was. So maybe he just needed to believe in his own abilities. You'd noticed yesterday that when he was really getting into it, his confidence increased, the dirty words coming to him easier and seeming to flow from his mouth. It was when he wasn't in the bedroom that he was shyer, or more reclusive - probably the reason why this Yooba woman didn't know exactly how talented he was.

The problem was working out how exactly to help Jungkook with this, while also having throughly enjoyable and vigorous sex.

"So, what's next?" Nia said now, as she lay back on her pillows looking thoroughly vindicated. "Walks in the rain? Cuddles? Engagement? Babies?"

"Ew, no," you scrunched your nose in disgust. "Commitment. Feelings. Yuck."

Nia wasn't listening to your usual protests. She was narrowing her eyes as she peered at your shoulders."Never seen you wear that before."

She pointed accusingly through the screen at the hoodie you were wearing. The hoodie that just so happened to be Jungkook's. 

But you didn't need to tell Nia that. She'd already sussed it out.

"Miss girl," she said sternly, as you pulled the soft hoodie tighter around you, noting that it still smelled comfortingly of his cologne. "You are NOT wearing his sweater in tropical heat."

"It's raining today!" you protested, pointing at the drizzle of rain outside the window, but Nia just tutted.

"You're wifed up already."

You blushed red. "Ni, I told you. It's just sex."

"That's what they all say. Then, you start waking up in the same bed. And then BAM! You're picking out IKEA furniture together."

You rolled your eyes at her. "You've lost your mind," you informed her, knowing full well it was this kind of unhinged commentary that made her your friend in the first place. 

"Maybe," she waggled her eyebrows. "But do me a favour for a second. Just picture him putting up a bookshelf with one of those little instruction manuals."

You hated that you were doing exactly that. Imagining the way he'd haul the planks of wood easily, tattooed biceps rippling. Seeing the concentrated tongue that would poke at the corner of his mouth as he worked. The way he would flash you that cute smirk when he caught you staring, doe eyes glinting. 

Shit.

"No," you shook your head hurriedly, as if to shake the thought loose, rather than convince Nia. "It's not like that. He's my friend and he trusts me. And I'm helping him out. We're not about to catch feelings, Ni."

She tutted, seeming to realise you were serious. "Fine. But you have to keep me updated on your dick adventures. I'm bored as shit out here."

An idea sprung into your mind. "Oh! Nia, you should come out here for a vacation!"

She eyed you dubiously, her dark brown eyes unreadable all of a sudden. "Seriously? But... wouldn't it be a bit weird, with all the guys and just us two?"

"Nah, there's been people coming and going all week," you waved your hand dismissively. "And there's loads of space."

"But," she began, looking away a little. "Yoongi's there."

"Oh," you murmured, crestfallen. "Shit. Forgot about that."

Nia sighed. "You know what, it might be good for me to see him. He's still my friend."

You smiled at her sympathetically. "It's up to you, Ni. I won't force you. But just so you know, there's two different hot tubs here. And an endless supply of rum."

She grinned wickedly.

"Okay," she nodded.  "Let me talk to my manager. I think I can take a week off in like two week's time?"

You grinned. Even though it was a fortnight away, you were already excited to see her.

A rapping knock came at your door. "Hang on, Ni. Come in!"

Jungkook's mop of messy raven hair appeared around the door, a lospided bunny grin on his face. 

"Oh," you grinned, stomach flipping ever so slightly. There were dark rings around his eyes. "Hi."

"Is that him?!" came Nia's hushed voice from the phone.

Jungkook's brow furrowed. "Who's that?"

"My best friend, Nia," you gave in resignedly, knowing you'd have to introduce them now. You turned the phone so that Nia could see Jungkook at the door. "Say hi, Ni."

"Hi Jungcoc- I mean, Jungkook," she called with sickly sweet charm.

You glared at her on the screen as if to say girl, I will maim you.

But Jungkook didn't seem to think anything of it, still grinning at you with his bunny smile as he waved to Nia politely.

"Want breakfast?" he asked you now. "Jin's doing it. Be ready in five."

You nodded. "Sure," you smiled, curling your hands deeper into the sleeves of his hoodie. Jungkook's gaze travelled down over it appreciatively.

"You look great in that, by the way," he smirked, before disappearing, the door clicking shut behind him.

A deep, unfurling sensation resonated deep in your gut and you pressed a hand there, as if to try and stop it. But the pink was already returning to your cheeks.

"Oh, girl," Nia was shaking her head now, having witnessed the whole interaction. "You're so fucked."

This time, you didn't have it in you to disagree.

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