Just sex - Part 1 | Jeon Jungkook
After her boyfriend cheats on her, Y/N’s heartbreak leads to one reckless night with her childhood best friend, Jeon Jungkook. What begins as a drunken mistake turns into a secret
arrangement with strict rules—no feelings, no jealousy, and no falling in love. But the closer they get, the harder it becomes to pretend it’s just physical. When emotions begin to blur the lines between friendship and something more, Y/N must decide if risking her heart is worth losing the one person who has always been there for her.
They promised each other it was just sex—no feelings, no love… until breaking the rules became impossible.
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𐙚Paring: Jungkook x Reader
𐙚Genre: Friends to Lovers
𐙚Warnings: 18+ explicit content Infidelity (cheating) nasty smut Alcohol use / intoxication Mature themes Emotional distress / heartbreak Strong language Sexual situations domjk! X sub/domreader
𐙚Wc: 5k+
𐙚part 1: The Mistake
𐙚a/n note: hi! 💌if you’re reading this, thank you for giving my story a chance. this is something I started writing for fun, and I’m really excited to share it. the story follows two best friends whose relationship suddenly changes after one unexpected night, and now they both have to deal with the feelings and consequences that come with it.
there will be awkward moments, tension, emotional conversations, Smut lol and a lot of complicated feelings as they figure out what they really mean to each other. This will be a series.
I hope you enjoy!
— author ✨
⏔⏔⏔ ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ ⏔⏔⏔
//Present
The room is quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside.
White sheets are tangled around your body, barely covering you as the cool night air brushes against your skin. The floor-to-ceiling windows of Jungkook’s condo glow with reflections of the city lights below—cars moving like tiny streaks of red and white.
Five minutes ago, the room was anything but quiet.
Now he’s asleep.
You sit up slightly in the bed, hugging the sheets closer to your chest as you stare out at the skyline. Your body still feels warm, your mind still spinning.
You question yourself, How did it get this far? How could you let it get this far?
You swallow hard.
How did we get here?
Beside you, Jungkook lies on his side, completely knocked out. His breathing is slow and steady, like none of this means anything to him.
His dark hair is damp, strands sticking to his forehead from the sweat that hasn’t dried yet.
Your eyes soften.
God… he looks peaceful.
Carefully, yet softly you turn onto your side so you’re facing him. The sheets shift quietly under you as you move closer.
Your fingers lift slowly, almost hesitating before touching him.
You brush the damp hair away from his face.
Your fingertips slide down to his cheek, gently tracing the warm skin there.
Your chest tightens. Your voice comes out barely louder than a breath.
“Why did it have to be you…?”
The words hang quietly in the dark room. Your eyes sting, and you blink quickly, fighting the feeling rising in your chest.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. None of this was supposed to happen. You and Jungkook had rules.
No feelings.
No attachments.
Just fun.
Just sex.
And yet… somewhere along the way…You broke the biggest rule of all. Your hand slowly slips away from his face as you lean back against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling.
Your mind drifts back to the night everything changed. The night this all started.
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Two Months Earlier *Flashback*
The apartment smells like garlic and butter.
Soft music plays from your phone on the counter while you stand at the stove, stirring the pasta sauce slowly. Every few seconds you glance at the clock on the microwave.
11:41 PM.
He said he’d be home late tonight, but to you that was fine. You didn’t mind waiting.
You had spent the last hour cooking anyway—his favorite meal. The candles on the small dining table were already lit, their flames flickering softly in the dim kitchen.
You smile to yourself as you set two plates down. He’s going to be surprised.
You two had been planning a date night for a while, but with his busy schedule it kept getting pushed back. So you decide—why not just bring date night home?
You dressed up nicely for him, wanting it to feel like a real date night. You had wore a sleek black dress that hugged your body perfectly, the deep cut revealing a bit of cleavage. A high slit ran up one side of the dress, revealing your leg as you moved.
On your feet there were delicate black strappy heels, the thin straps wrapping around your ankles and the tall heels making your legs look even longer. The whole look was simple, yet stunning—exactly how you imagined a proper date night should feel.
Your phone buzzes against the counter. You glance over immediately, smiling. He’s probably saying he’s on the way. You wipe your hands on a towel and rush over to grab your phone. But the name on the screen isn’t his.
Your smile fades. And you stand there confused.
It’s an unknown number.
You hesitate for a second before opening the message.
And your heart stops.
A photo loads slowly on the screen.
At first your brain refuses to understand what you’re looking at.
Then it clicks.
It’s your boyfriend.
His arms wrapped around another girl. Their lips pressed together like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Your fingers tighten around the phone.
No.
No, that’s not—
Then another picture shows up with him hugging her waist from behind and her smiling happy as ever. Then a video pops up.
You click on it and automatically you hear moans.
“Yes right there”
You immediately turn your phone off and cry
Your stomach twists painfully as another message appears beneath the video.
I thought you should know. The room suddenly feels too quiet.
Too still.
You stare at the image again, hoping—begging—that if you blink it will disappear.
But it doesn’t. This is real.
Your chest tightens until breathing feels impossible. The candles flicker on the table behind you, dinner slowly getting cold.
Everything you spent the evening preparing for now looks stupid.
Embarrassing.
A shaky laugh slips out of your throat.
It sounds broken.
“Of course,” you whisper to the empty apartment. You walk over to the lit candles and blow them out.
Your hands start to tremble. Of course this would happen to you. You want to sit there and cry and wait for him to come back to explain. But then another part of you want to wait till he gets home and kill him for doing that to you.
For making a complete fool out of you.
But instead
You grab your keys. And pull your jacket off the rack putting it on Checking the pockets to see if your cards are still in there.
The idea of staying here another second is unbearable.
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Thirty minutes later you’re standing outside a club.
Music pounds through the walls so hard you can feel it in your chest.
People laugh and shove past you as they enter, but you barely notice.
Inside, the lights flash wildly across the crowded room.
You walk straight to the bar.
“Shot,” you say.
The bartender slides the glass toward you.
You throw it back immediately.
The burn in your throat is sharp and painful.
Good.
“ Are you good? A pretty young lady shouldn’t be out here drinking like this.”
You roll your eyes and sigh.
“Just pour me another one.” You say sliding the glass back to him.
He chuckles and shakes his head. Yet he feels up another glass.
one turned into five shots.
Soon the music feels louder, the lights blur together, and the world spins just enough to dull the ache in your chest.
Your phone vibrates in your hand.
Once.
Twice.
Then three times.
Annoyed, you glance at the screen.
Your heart stutters.
It’s Jungkook. Your childhood best friend.
You answer without thinking.
“Hii,” you slur slightly.
There’s a pause.
Then Jungkook’s voice comes through the phone, a little louder than usual.
“Y/N?”
You can hear music behind him too.
Loud music.
“Are you drunk?” he asks.
You laugh weakly.
“Maybe.” You say twirling the straw in your sixth glass.
“You sound terrible,” he says. “Where are you?”
The sudden smile waves away from your face. And you’re brought back to reality.
“Club.”
“Why? I thought you didn’t like clubs.”
The question hits something deep inside you.
Your throat tightens.
Your voice cracks.
“He cheated.”
Silence fills the line.
You stare down at your drink, blinking rapidly as tears start forming in your eyes.
“He cheated on me,” you whisper. Now looking away from the glass but to the people out on the dance floor. Tears start to fall.
And your voice trembles.
“I cooked dinner for him… Jungkook, I was waiting for him…”
Your chest tightens painfully.
“And he was with someone else. He lied to me.”
Your voice breaks completely this time. A small sob escapes before you can stop it.
On the other end, Jungkook exhales slowly. His slurry voice has become a little clear now. As he could tell you were being serious. That right now was a serious matter.
“Y/N… don’t cry.”
You wipe your eyes angrily.
“I’m not crying.”
You are.
Badly.
He sighs again.
“Stay where you are, I’ll come get you.”
You blink.
“What?”
“I’m coming.” You can hear him moving and apologizing to people as he walks trying to get past them.
You frown slightly, trying to focus.
“You sound drunk too.”
He lets out a short laugh.
“Maybe a little, but my girl needs me right now.” The music behind him gets louder he’s moving.
“Jungkook—”
But he hangs up. You sigh and run your fingers through you messy hair. You had it perfectly styled but now it looked like you’d spent the night tossing restlessly in bed.
——
Twenty minutes later someone grabs your wrist gently.
“Y/N.”
You look up.
And there he is.
Jungkook , standing right in front of you. He was always there for you no matter what. And you always thanked the heavens for having a person like him right by your side.
His black shirt is slightly wrinkled, his hair messy, and there’s a faint smell of alcohol when he leans closer.
His eyes scan your face immediately.
“You look like hell,” he says softly.
You try to laugh but it comes out shaky.
“Thanks.”
He sits down beside you, resting his elbows on the bar.
“You’ve definitely had more drinks than me,” he mutters. Pushing you hair out your face.
You shove your phone into his hands.
“Look.”
He glances down.
The second he sees the photo, his entire expression hardens.
His jaw tightens.
“Seriously?” he mutters under his breath.
Your vision blurs with tears again. “There’s more,” you say, glancing at the phone in his hands. “There’s a video.” The tear you had been trying to hold back finally slips down your cheek. You try to play the video for him, but he quickly turns the phone off.
“I wasn’t enough,” you whisper.
Jungkook looks up immediately.
“Don’t say that.”
“But it’s true,” you say weakly. “Three years and he still—”
Your voice breaks again.
Jungkook gently takes the glass from your hand before you can drink again.
“Okay,” he says firmly. “That’s enough.”
You shake your head.
“No, give it back.”
“Not happening.”
“Jungkook—”
Suddenly your chest tightens and everything hits you at once.
The betrayal.
The humiliation.
The heartbreak.
“I even made his favorite dinner,” you choke out.
Your shoulders start shaking as the tears finally fall.
“I was waiting for him…”
Jungkook’s expression softens instantly. Without hesitation, he pulls you into his arms.
You collapse against his chest, clutching his shirt while you cry. He smells like alcohol and cologne. His hand moves gently through your hair.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs quietly.
And even though he’s a little drunk too…his arms still feel like the safest place in the world.
Neither of you realize it yet. But this night—this messy, emotional, alcohol-filled night—is about to change everything between you.
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The ride to Jungkook’s condo is quiet.
Too quiet.
The city lights streak past the car windows while the soft hum of the engine fills the silence. Your head leans against the cold glass, eyes half-closed as the alcohol spins everything slightly out of focus.
Every now and then Jungkook glances over at you.
You’re crying again. He reaches into the glove compartment, pulls out a pack of tissues.
He sighs softly, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.
“Hey… just breathe, okay?” he says gently.
You wipe your face, but the tears keep coming anyway.
“I’m trying,” you mumble.
He doesn’t say anything else after that. But he knows exactly how much you’re hurting. The rest of the drive is just the sound of the road beneath the tires. When you finally reach his condo, Jungkook walks around the car and opens your door.
“Come on,” he says, offering his hand.
You grab it, though your legs wobble the moment you stand. You’re far more drunk than he is right now, and the ground feels like it’s shifting beneath your feet.
He catches you before you fall.
“Whoa,” he laughs softly. “Easy. We’re both pretty wasted—it’d be pretty bad if I ended up falling on top of you.” He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.
You manage a small smile, though the tears are still falling, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. But His hand only tightens around yours, just to keep you steady.
One you reached inside the building. You both walk towards the elevator. The elevator ride up almost feels like forever.
When the doors finally open, he guides you down the hallway toward his apartment.
And once you’re inside, you barely make it a few steps before collapsing onto the couch.
Jungkook shuts the door behind you and locks it.
You can hear the quiet click of the lock as he stumbles just slightly toward the kitchen counter, dropping his keys there with a clatter sound. He pulls off his shoes, losing his balance a little as he does.
“Okay… maybe I had a little more to drink than I thought,” he mutters.
He shrugs off his coat and hangs it on the rack near the door, then runs a hand through his messy hair.
That’s when he looks over at you. You’re sprawled across the couch, your arm covering your eyes as quiet sobs escape your chest.
His expressions softens immediately.
He walks over and crouches down in front of you.
Without saying anything, he gently takes your foot and begins pulling off your shoe.
You sit up slightly, watching him.
“I’m sorry,” you mumble. “I didn’t mean to bother you tonight. I know you were out having fun, and I completely ruined it”
Jungkook glances up at you and gives you a small smile.
“It’s fine, you are way more important to me than that.”
He slips the first shoe off and tosses it lightly to the side before moving to the other one.
“I know you’d do the same for me.”
He pulls the second shoe off and stands up, swaying slightly as he walks back to the door to place them beside his own.
You sigh deeply, rubbing your temples.
Your head is spinning.
The room feels warm.
Jungkook comes back and reaches out his hand.
“Come on,” he says gently. “You should lie down.”
You take his hand slowly as he leads you down the hallway toward his bedroom. The room is dimly lit by the soft glow of the city lights coming through the large windows.
You sit on the edge of his bed while he walks over to his dresser and opens one of the drawers.
He rummages around before pulling out a black shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. “Here,” he says, turning around and handing them to you. “You can wear these.” “And I’ll sleep on the couch.”
You take them slowly.
But instead of looking at the clothes…
you’re looking at him.
Your eyes drift over his face… then down slightly.
To his lips.
Then his hands.
The veins running along them. Something warm stirs low in your chest.
Looking at him suddenly makes your heart race in a way you’ve never felt before.
You set the clothes down beside you on the bed.
You don’t even know where the sudden confidence comes from.
Maybe the alcohol.
Maybe the heartbreak.
Maybe both.
But you stand up and step closer to him.
Jungkook looks confused as you approach him. You lift your hand and gently place it against his cheek.
His skin is warm beneath your palm.
His eyes search yours.
Slowly, his hand comes up and rests over yours, the one touching his face.
For a moment…neither of you move. The air between you feels thick.
Your voice comes out soft.
“Jungkook…”
He swallows slightly. But he answers with a soft hum.
“Am I beautiful?”
The question leaves your lips before you can stop it. Jungkook blinks, clearly surprised, and for a moment he doesn’t answer.
The silence scares you.
Your heart begins to pound harder. You don’t even know why you asked that.
Maybe you did drink a little too much.
Maybe it’s the heartbreak still twisting in your chest.
But ever since finding out your boyfriend cheated on you, something inside you has felt broken.
Insecure.
A painful thought slips into your mind before you can stop it.
Did he cheat on me because of how I look?
Was I not beautiful anymore? Was there something wrong with my body?
The image of the other girl flashes in your head.
Her Perfect hair.
Her Perfect smile.
She seemed prettier than you could ever be. Your chest tightens at the thought.
Your eyes start to drop, embarrassed that you even asked.
But then Jungkook moves. His hand tightens slightly around yours, keeping it against his cheek.
“Hey,” he says quietly.
You look up.
His expression is serious now—so serious it makes your breath catch.
“Don’t do that to yourself.”
His thumb brushes gently over the back of your hand.
“You want my answer?” he says softly.
And you nod, even though your stomach twists nervously.
“Yes,” he says. Looking directly into your eyes. “You’re beautiful. Your gorgeous. Your perfect” he says these things in a soft whisper for only you to hear.
He pauses, like he wants to make sure you really hear him.
Then he continues, voice even softer than before.
“You’re more than beautiful.” His eyes glisten, exposing how much your words affected him.
You stand there frozen for a moment, letting his words sink in as your cheeks flush with unexpected warmth. Him saying those things made you even more emotional because you hadn’t realized how much reassurance you needed from someone who truly cared.
You look into his eyes.
Then you whisper,
“Kiss me.”
He freezes. For a split second, nothing moves between you, not even air. Then, hesitantly, he leans forward.
“What?”
“Kiss me.”
Jungkook immediately shakes his head, carefully removing your hand from his face. Stepping back while he does it.
“No,” he says quietly. “You’re drunk.”
You step closer again.
“Please.”
He runs a frustrated hand through his hair.
“We’re both drunk,” he says. “That’s not a good idea.”
You shake your head stubbornly.
“I don’t care. I just wanna feel beautiful again”
His heart breaks at that.
“Y/N—”
“We might do something we regret, and I don’t wanna hurt you.” he finishes.
But you’re already standing right in front of him again. Your voice comes out almost desperate now.
“Just kiss me… please.” “Do what you want”
Jungkook stares at you.
And really looks at you.
Making sure you really want this. But the look you gave him says everything—your longing is written plainly across your face, your lips slightly parted, eyes shining with vulnerable hope.
For a split second he hesitates again.
Then suddenly—he pulls you forward. And his lips crash into yours.
The kiss is messy.
Clumsy.
Desperate.
But neither of you pull away.
And in that moment…the line between friendship and something else completely disappears.
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The kiss quickly grows heated, your lips moving in sync with his. His hand grips your waist tightly while your hands cup his face. He moves forward, and you stumble backward until you both fall onto the bed, still locked in the kiss.
Your hands slide down to his chest as one of his hands moves to your leg, rubbing softly along your thigh. His touch makes you gasp softly, your body reacting before your mind can catch up.
Your lips part slightly as the kiss deepens, neither of you wanting to pull away.
He pulls away from the kiss and stands in front of you.
You push yourself up slightly, still breathless. For a moment you both just stare at each other, almost like you're having some kind of silent staring contest.
But this isn’t the soft, caring Jungkook who was comforting you earlier.
Something in his expression has changed.
His eyes look darker now hungry.
And judging by the way your chest is rising and falling, you know your own gaze probably looks just as intense.
Your eyes follow him as his hand moves down to his belt. Slowly, he begins to unbuckle it, the metal clinking softly in the quiet room. You can’t look away, watching every movement like your completely hypnotized.
Once the belt loosens, he pulls his shirt over his head.
Your breath catches.
His body is… perfect.
For a second, all you can think about is how badly you want to touch him.
So, you do.
You shift onto your knees on the bed, closing the distance between the both of you. Your hands press against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your palms as your fingers slowly trail downward, tracing along the firm lines of his abs.
You place a kiss on his soft smooth skin.
Then another. Getting lower with each moment.
Jungkook exhales sharply at your touch, his muscles tensing beneath your hands, your lips.
He grabs your face and he looks back at you; his gaze is even darker.
His hand comes up to wrap gently around your wrist, stopping your hands for a second—not to push you away, but to hold them there against him.
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough.
But the way his grip tightens slightly says he doesn’t want you to stop.
He pulls you in again, and this time his lips crash into yours with even more urgency. Your hands slide down, gripping the edge of his belt as you hold onto him.
Jungkook’s lips leave yours, moving down to your neck. He presses messy, lingering kisses along your skin, one hand cupping your cheek while the other slowly slides the straps of your dress down your shoulders.
You tilt your head slightly, giving him more access.
The fabric slips lower, leaving your shoulders bare. You’re suddenly very aware of how exposed you are standing in front of him, the elegant black dress now hanging loosely around you, the delicate lace beneath peeking through.
Your head spins.
You don’t know what’s right anymore, but in this moment… it feels right.
Then a sudden wave of nervousness hits you when you notice the way he’s looking at you.
No one has ever looked at you like that before—not even your ex.
The intensity of his gaze sends a shiver down your spine.
Jungkook seems to notice immediately.
He pauses, his hand gently resting against your side as his eyes lift to meet yours again, softer this time.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says quietly.
The words make your eyes soften instantly.
Jungkook’s gaze lingers on you for a moment before he leans closer, pressing gentle kisses along your skin. His touch is slow and deliberate, like he’s trying to memorize every reaction you give him. He sucks on one of your nipples.
And a soft moan escapes your lips before you can stop it, your eyes fluttering shut as your head tilts back slightly.
His hands steady you, warm and firm against your sides, while he continues leaving slow kisses that make your breath hitch.
The room suddenly feels warmer, the space between you filled with a quiet tension that neither of you tries to break.
Every small movement, every touch, feels more intense than the last. He pulls away, not wanting to waste any more time, and pushes down his pants, stepping out of them. Then he grabs you and lays you down on the bed.
You can fell the excitement in your chest and in your lower area. He slides down your underwear spreading your legs wider for him.
He gets down on his knees; his eyes locked on yours. You lick your lips and watch him.
His thumb reaches your clit and begins to rub it. Your body shivers at the touch. He rubs again, and you moan. Then he lowers his face between your legs and licks.
Once.
Then twice.
You can tell he’s teasing you. Just as you start to lean up, he moves in closer, his tongue pressing against you as he sucks gently on your clit.
You moan louder than before as he slides his tongue inside your heat while sucking on your clit at the same time. You grab his head, pushing him closer. Your body feels like it’s levitating from the sensation.
Then he pulls away, and you almost cry out from the loss of contact. He takes one last slow lick before moving back up, coming closer to your face.
He whispers, “This may feel a little uncomfortable, but tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
You nod your head.
He puts two fingers in his mouth, making sure they’re nice and wet. Looking into your eyes, he slowly slides one finger inside you. You moan softly, but it isn’t enough. He thrusts it in again, slowly at first, but you want more—faster.
He adds another finger. This time you feel the stretch a little as his pace begins to pick up. His fingers thrust faster and faster, making you cry out in pleasure. You grab at your chest, squeezing your breasts as the sensation builds.
While still moving his fingers inside you, he leans over and smashes his lips against yours. His pace quickens even more, and you feel your climax building.
He keeps going until you finally release on his fingers. You’re out of breath, your body going limp, but you’re far from done.
He pulls down his boxers and wraps his hand around himself, stroking once before bringing himself closer. He runs the tip over your wetness, and you moan, grabbing the sheets beneath you. He pushes the head in just a little, then pulls back out, watching the way your body reacts.
he grabs a pillow and places it behind your back for a little more support. He lifts your legs, guiding them up beside your head so your hips tilt upward slightly. Settling between them, he lines himself up with you. His hands stay on your legs as he slowly pushes in just a little, watching your facial expressions carefully.
When he sees you start to relax and get used to the feeling, he slowly presses more of himself inside.
You can feel the pressure—feel all of him as he begins to rock his hips back and forth, thrusting into you.
“Ah—yes!” you cry out.
The position he has you in is intentional, making sure you feel every part of him. Your body tightens around him, and it pulls a loud moan from his lips.
“Shit,” he breathes, his voice strained. “You feel so good.”
Your legs begin to shake violently as the sensation builds. Your eyes roll back, your body overwhelmed by the intensity.
He rubs his fingers against your clit while continuing to thrust into you.
“Yes—yes—yes!” you scream, every movement feeling deeper than before, and you love it. Your body trembles as the pleasure builds again. You’ve already come once before, and now another wave crashes through you.
His own climax is getting closer too. When it finally hits, he pulls out, gripping himself as he finishes, his breath ragged.
You lie there, breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath. He falls down on the bed beside you, just as out of breath.
Your eyes grow heavy, the exhaustion finally catching up with you, and before long you drift off to sleep.
The sun shines brightly through the room. You hear cars honking in the distance and birds chirping outside. You rub your eyes, and as you wake up, the reality of your situation hits you all at once.
Your heart drops.
You look around the room and realize this isn’t your place—and that what happened last night actually did happen.
You glance beside you, but he isn’t there.
Sitting up slowly, you look down at your body and notice you’re not naked. Instead, you’re dressed in the black shirt and gray sweats he must have put on you. Your heart calms a little when you realize you’re covered, but the memory of last night still sends butterflies through your stomach.
You run your fingers through your hair and place your feet on the floor. That’s when you hear the shower running.
He’s in there.
You stand up, but almost immediately a sharp ache runs through your lower back, forcing you to sit back down on the bed. You curse quietly to yourself. Your body is sore—he was a little rough.
You sit on the edge of the bed, nervously playing with your fingers. You feel embarrassed… nervous even. This isn’t how you wanted things to go. This isn’t how you planned things to happen.
Sleeping with your best friend was definitely not on your agenda.
But then you remember something.
This was your idea.
“Shit,” you mutter under your breath. How could I be so stupid?
You realize this was your fault. You let your emotions get the best of you.
The sound of the water suddenly stops.
Your head lifts, your nerves returning instantly as you stare toward the bathroom door, waiting for him to appear.
The door opens, and it’s him—standing there shirtless with a white towel wrapped around his waist. His body is still dripping slightly, water running down his skin, and his hair is damp. He grabs a smaller towel and starts drying it.
You stare at him, and you can’t lie—the scene in front of you looks amazing. He looks really good.
You feel heat rising in your chest… and somewhere else it probably shouldn’t.
Quickly, you look away and clear your throat.
“You’re up,” he says, not looking at you.
You hum in response.
“Are you hungry?” he asks.
You lick your lips, suddenly feeling how awkward the room has become. You can already tell he isn’t going to be the one to bring up what happened last night.
“I can make something… or we can order takeout,” he adds.
He says all of this without glancing at you, almost like he’s avoiding your gaze. He walks over to his wardrobe, pulling out a shirt and sliding it over his head.
You chuckle softly and look away.
That catches his attention.
“Are you serious?” you say.
Now both of you are looking at each other.
“So… are we not going to talk about what happened last night between us?”
Silence fills the room for a moment.
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a/n: part 2 is up now !!
