8

After that amazing scene I pulled, I chose to go back to my place and not move an inch for the rest of the night. Focused on my half empty glass, and the group of friends that keep joking, dancing and singing. And although the focus isn't on me, because I tried hard to avoid it, I feel like someone is watching me. For one fast second, I think it could be Seokwoo, maybe he thought I was cute with my rambling. But no. When I look for him, he's in the middle of a conversation with Mark and Namjoon.

And I still feel those eyes. It's drilling on my skin, and even gets to make me move uncomfortably on my seat. Maybe it's just my imagination and overthinking. But I realize it's not when I decide to drive my eyes back to where they were, and my eyes find Jungkook's, who's just standing in the other side of the room with Yoongi and Hobi.  

I could show with my face how annoyed I am, I could call him out with just a look. But I don't. It's like that time in the pub, his gaze is energetic and powerful, but I don't want him to look away -not even for a brief second. I break eye contact first, looking down at my drink.

That scene with Seokwoo, by the way, is something that has happened all my life. As soon as I meet a guy that looks minimally attractive, and I have to take the lead somehow, I start acting dumb and ruin whatever could happen. And, when I'm comfortable enough with that guy to talk in a casual way -without it seeming forced- the friendship we built ruins whatever attraction I felt for him. And that's how you end up being a virgin at 26.

At three am, when some decide it's time to go to sleep, I take that as the perfect excuse to sneak away. After Steve and Carl, I walk upstairs. I liked hanging out with all of them, don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it, but I still have the feeling I wasn't having it, although I tried -which I guess is normal, since I don't have that bond with either of them. So sneaking away when my body thinks it's enough is the best decision for me. 

I throw one of the thick blankets I found in the closet over the beige moquette, and one of the pillows goes right after, setting my bed on the floor next to the right side of the mattress. I think it's a good moment to change clothes, since I'm all alone here. 

I cry out loud when I realize I only brought an oversized Rolling Stones t-shirt, and tight cotton shorts. It makes sense though, because I thought I would be sleeping with one of the girls instead.

I rush to change clothes, and hide under another blanket. 

Peace only lasts a few more minutes, before I hear the footsteps getting nearer to the door and his shadow eclipsing the light that gets through the thin line on the lower part of the door. During a few seconds, the whole room is lighted, but it goes back to dark quite fast. I hear his boots falling heavily on the moquette, the floor vibrating slightly with the impact. And I don't hear of him until he throws himself on the bed.

The blankets move once, twice, three times. I roll my eyes as he keeps rolling on the mattress, and I'm closer to tell him to stay still for once. But, before I'm able to, he moves again and talks to me.

—Get on the bed.

I ignore him. I don't even turn to look at his figure through the darkness.

—Will you really make me get up and get you in bed myself?

No answer. I know he wouldn't dare to do it. 

But I forget I don't know him, despite thinking I read him perfectly. He snorts and moves the blankets once again. For one second I think he might be rolling in bed like he's done one hundred times already, until I hear him getting off the mattress and his footsteps getting closer to where I am. 

—Alright —I stop him, sitting on the floor—. I'll go.

I throw the pillow back on the bed, and while his back is facing me, I rush to get under the blankets.

—Happy now?

—Very —I don't see him, but his tone advertises a smile.

His figure moves back to his place, and in a more relaxed way, he gets under the blankets with me. I will never tell him, at least I won't try to, but I'm thankful. I was lying on the floor for only a few seconds, and my back was already begging me to hop on somewhere fluffy to rest. 

Through the darkness, I see him smiling without showing his teeth, his lip ring is curved higher than usual. That smile disappears when I move my pillow and place it in between our bodies.

—Is it really necessary? —he supports his weight on his elbow to look at me.

—Yes —and I move on my side, my back facing him now.

—Are you afraid of me touching you tonight? 

I'm not sure if it's the way my imagination flies with that question, or the tone he's using to ask, but my cheeks burn more than they ever did before.

—N... no.

He giggles low, before I stop feeling the fabric of the pillow against my back and feel a weight on my feet. His body is right behind mine, and although his body isn't against mine, it makes me burn in flames as if he were.

Jungkook probably saw the scene downstairs, he's definitely teasing me. 

My body reacts with anticipation when his hand covers my waist over the t-shirt. A soft, but firm, touch that makes that area feel hot, and that kind of forces me to turn on my back and face him. And who would have thought that would be worse?

I can't distinguish his features properly due to the darkness, but how close he is, the way his hand now is placed in the middle of my belly, and how his calm breathing is getting in my head... He's driving me insane, and I'm losing all type of self control.

His nose rubs against my cheek, keeping a safe but close distance between his lips and my skin, just enough to let me feel his warm breathing drawing my jawline. His hand moves to the other side of my waist, and start going lower until it reaches my hip.

—Is it the first time someone touches you this way? 

My guard is down, doors totally open when I answer his question with a barely audible "Yes". I can't force myself to speak louder, because I know I won't like the tone in my voice, the way he's making it go weak. 

—Do you want me to stop? —he whispers really close to my ear, the hot hair hitting my earlobe like an electric shock.

If one hour ago they'd have told me I'd be literally in flames by being in this situation with Jungkook, I'd have laughed -and probably wishing it were true. I'm not even sure what led to this exactly, but I don't want him to stop.

—No —I manage to answer. 

As I expected, the tone is weak and high-pitched, showing through my tone what I'm feeling inside after some touches and some kisses down my jaw.

He smiles against my skin. I feel his teeth grazing the skin on my neck before he starts kissing it again. That sided smile that gets the worst of me, only made this whole thing worse for me. His hand starts moving down my thigh to my knee, and it moves from one linkage to the other. His hand now covers most of my left inner thigh. 

I try to move up to kiss him, but Jungkook moves back fast. And for that low laugh he lets out again, I know he's teasing me. He's playing with me, and he loves seeing how I'm letting him do it.

His fingers go down my skin dangerously, almost reaching my crotch with his fingertips, and that makes me eager for his touch when I unconsciously lift my hips and even spread my legs just a bit more.

But he stops there as soon as he gets that positive reaction from me, before he starts talking again:

—I saw what happened down there —he murmurs—. What went down with Seokwoo, how you didn't drink during the game. I'm also seeing how you keep reacting every single time I'm close to you, and touching you. It's as if you were new to all these things.

I stay still, unsure of where this conversation is heading to. 

—Are you a virgin? —he asks out of nowhere.

And just like that, some walls start building up again and my defensive mode is back on.

—And why do you care? 

Silence. The room goes totally silent, while he only stares at me. 

—I could help you out with that —he simply says—. You know, dealing with guys and how to flirt with them, because you're clearly awful at it. Get more experience and confidence.

—And what are you getting out of it? —I squint my eyes.

He tilts his head, as if he were really thinking the answer. But I know he was sure of what he was going to say when he says:

—You —Jungkook says hoarsely.

He doesn't say much more, as he leans on me and bites my lower lip, taking it in between his teeth. He palms my core playfully, making me jump and whine for the brief and abrupt touch, but the whine gets louder when he moves back to his place.

—Wha...?

—Sleep on it, cocktease.

He reaches my pillow and places it under my head, before he turns around and gets comfortable on his side of the bed.

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