✧ vegas temptation pt. 1
✧ synopsis: Falling victim to yet another failed situationship, you're consumed by dread. Maybe love is something you aren't destined to experience in this lifetime? Or maybe you just need a little getaway and a friend who'll accompany the series of impulsive decisions this would entail. Thankfully, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?
Everyone knows heartbreak is a pain in the ass, but an intriguing one at that.
It pulls on your heartstrings and fuels the desperate longing to feel whole again. Releasing a tide of emotions that follow suit as your consciousness drowns under the shattering pieces of broken promises, white lies and everything in between.
But, nothing compares to the ego that awakens within you as you enter a phase of recovery, embarking on the infamous villain arc. One that is flamed with rage and hunger for revenge.
Because, let's be honest, a good heart can only cope with so much until everything comes crashing down again. Before you are back at square one, like clockwork, slaving after hours just to receive the bare minimum.
So, fuck that and fuck Kim Jaewon. Stupid cunt.
Honestly, if it wasn’t for Jungkook and his Black Amex you wouldn’t even bother brushing your hair, let alone worry about which lacey lingerie you should pack for a week in Vegas.
The Entertainment Capital of the World, they say.
Well, it certainly would be entertaining to put two best friends into a couple’s suite and hope that nothing happens. But, as Jungkook’s dilated pupils watched you swallow your feelings with another shot of tequila it didn’t really seem like he was the one betting on that deal. Quite the opposite actually.
“Honestly, screw him, y/n.” he muttered, running his fingers through those dark locks as the two of you waited for your flight at the boujee business lounge.
In contrast to his trust fund upbringing, you felt like the biggest elephant in the room venturing into the wrong tax bracket. So, the potential side effects of the alcohol running down your esophagus were primarily to calm the nerves of sticking out like a sore thumb, and only slightly to forget your ex.
“Have you been listening … at all? I kind of already did.” your lips pursed in annoyance, words barely stringing together.
You weren't annoyed at Jungkook, per se, more so at yourself for letting it get this far. For intoxicating your system at the crack of dawn, as at least twenty pairs of eyes watched the two of you bicker. But, come on, surely it was 5 pm somewhere. Listen, when everything is already going wrong, how bad could another bad decision be? Especially, in the form of a liquid. So, please, everyone keep your judgement to yourself. I’m not in the mood.
“Well, then … that might just be the problem.”
“Huh?” your gaze furrowed, brows knitted with confusion.
“You’re fucking the wrong guys, y/n.” Jungkook whispered with a sly grin.
“Right. And you, I’m assuming would be my Mr. Right … classic Jungkook.” you scoffed, jabbing your finger into his chest before looking back up at his heavy gaze.
“Classy or not, all I’m asking for is a week …” he teased, using his foot to pull on your chair, bringing your tipsy form closer until inches were separating the two of you.
“And what would that be for exactly? Hmm ..” you leaned even closer, lips pouted and all.
“Oh, you’ll see,”
Playful would have been the best word to describe your relationship with Jungkook. You never crossed the line between friends and lovers but were in very close proximity to doing so. So, when you poured your heart out, crying on his shoulder the night Jaewon’s cheating scandal broke out like wildfire, a part of Jungkook was pleased by the news despite how selfish it might have sounded.
Simply put, he was never a fan of your boyfriends. How could he be when the mere sight of another man beside you triggered every cell in his body, charging a visceral reaction that was forced to be suppressed, kept on the low because you were never his to be territorial of.
Never his to be taken care of. To be loved. Oh, if only you knew how badly he wanted it. How badly he wanted you.
Only, you did know. Because, like a sickening aftertaste, the tension between the two of you always lingered. But he kept his distance, and you played on with the denial. Praying for each other’s downfall, you hoped that the other would finally cave in, and say the three words that would change the trajectory of your relationship forever.
But, as time went on, his fetish for your love only grew stronger; watching an innocent crush mature into a craving. One that could no longer be suppressed no matter how much you tried to push it away. To push him away.
Jaewon was your last straw. The breaking point that made you question whether you were destined to be loved in this lifetime. And although he caused you pain, you didn’t know if you should thank your ex or curse his whole bloodline, because now that he was gone there was no point in denying that Jungkook and you were more than just friends.
—
Lathering the shea butter on your damp skin, your vision was hazy, body seemingly recovering from the hot shower. But, after that 15-hour flight surrounded by multiple throw-ups and diaper changes, a scrub-down was a must. So, there you were standing in front of the full-sized mirror in the pink pyjama set your mom gifted you specifically for this trip. Whatever that meant.
See, Jungkook had a way with words. It was his charm. His sensual demeanour could have an innocent bystander wrapped around his finger with one plea. A practical skill that most likely fueled your mother’s spending on the silk fabric, but one that you have yet to fall victim to.
His mind games were strong, but your stubbornness was stronger. He didn’t mind, actually, kind of adored it. The dominant side of you, the way you could shut him up with one glare. It made loving you so much more thrilling, worth fighting for every sigh, every eye roll, every sneer.
“Stop looking at me like that.” you blurted at the man's reflection as his palms rested on the top of the doorframe, darkened orbs bluntly eyeing your body from top to bottom.
“Like what?” Jungkook grinned, nibbling on his lip rings.
“Like you want something.” you whispered with a furrowed gaze, spraying some leave-in conditioner into your hair.
“Hmm … but, I do want something.” he teased, inching closer before you felt his bare chest hit your back, veiny hands holding onto your waist.
“I bet …” a teasing giggle escaped your parted lips, “I made some rules, you know? In case you thought I’d give in so easily.” you murmured, slowly turning to face him; fingers slightly tugging on the towel wrapped around his hips.
“Is that so?” he chuckled, eyes flickering down to your plump lips.
“Mhhm,” you nodded, feeling his hands gently travel up your top as your own intertwined behind his neck.
Leaning closer, he rasped into your ear, teeth grazing against your skin, “Did I break any already?”
Your mouth curled into a mischievous sneer as you whispered, “Just one.”
However, before he could respond, your fist was already gripping the chains on his neck, gently pulling him toward the king-sized bed that was covered in rose petals and a complimentary note from the hotel.
Happy honeymoon, lovebirds!
“Cute.” you muttered, tossing it onto the floor as Jungkook loosened his towel, watching you straddled his lap, pressing your hands onto his chest, before innocently glancing up at his parted lips.
“May I?” you teased, slowly rocking your hips against the friction beneath you.
“We both know the answer to that, love.” he purred, tracing his hands back onto your thighs before flinching at your sudden slap.
“Hands off, Jeon. Rule number one.” you giggled at the sudden change in his demeanour. The way his furrowed gaze searched for the audacity that could’ve potentially justified the words that came out of your mouth.
“Huh? You’re fucking with me, right?” he groaned, jerking his head back.
“No?” a small pout worked its way over your mouth, eyes fluttering.
“Baby, please.”
Was he begging? Or were your knees buckling from the fatigue? Whatever. Keep focus, y/n.
“I warned you, Koo.” you winked, brushing your lips over his before a knock on the door interrupted the little moment.
“Room service!” a man’s voice echoed from the corridor.
I guess the sight of Jungkook’s sculpted chest completely hazed your mind as you struggled to recover even the slightest recollection of ordering food.
“Coming!” you yelled out, planting a kiss on the tip of his nose until his hold on your waist tightened.
“No, stay.” he murmured, voice laced with desperation.
“I have to open the door, Jeon, that's kind of how it works.”
“I like you here.” he grinned, tugging on your bottom lip, before leaving a soft spank on your ass. And, as you glanced back at his heaving chest you feared that rule number one was going to be quite short-lived.
—
“Do you like it? They didn’t have Carbonara but I thought shrimp fettuccine would have sufficed,” you said with slight hesitation which shortly dissipated as you watched him empty the dish clean.
“Trust me, y/n. I’ve been a happy man ever since you agreed to this trip. Everything else is just a cherry on top.” Jungkook smiled, rubbing his tattooed hand along his jaw before reaching for the last plate cover.
“Honestly, I wanted to thank y-,” your words were interrupted by his sudden whine.
“No dessert?” his brow arched slightly.
“Oh. Shoot, I’m so sorry. I … I didn’t … I didn’t think you’d want any.” your words came out as a stutter, eyes frantically searching for the phone.
“Mhmm, but I would kill for some cheesecake.” he sighed with a pout, loosening the buttons on his shirt.
Changing out of the cotton fabric that covered his cucumber-scented body roughly five minutes ago, Jungkook decided to parade the same pyjama set as you. And, now that the two of you were matching, it was clear what your mom’s mission was all along.
“Yeah, okay, let me just call them b-”
“No need.”
“Huh? You don’t want dessert?”
“I do.” he teased, keeping his voice low and calm.
“Okay, let’s dial down on the riddles, Jeon. Do I call or not?”
But, there was no answer. Instead, he simply excused himself from the table and walked towards the red couch, patting the seat next to him.
“Come here, y/n.” his voice lowered to a rumble, darkened orbs filled with nothing but lust.
“Why?”
“If I can’t touch you let me at least taste you.”
Your heart skipped a beat. Hands fidgeting with the rings on your fingers.
“I beg your finest pardon?” you scoffed from pure disbelief, folding your arms over your chest.
“I won't repeat myself, y/n. You know I don’t play about my sweets. Now, please, come here before I grab you myself.”
“Was that a threat?” you glared at his sly expression, hooded gaze colliding with yours.
“One …” his tone demanded a response.
But, you didn’t move. Not even an inch. Aggravating his tension.
“Two …”
Who does he think he is? Grab you myself. Claw machine sounding ass.
“Three …”
You chuckled, giving him the nastiest eye roll before your muscles tensed up, seeing his 5’8 gym rat physique actually get up.
“Okay! Alright! I’m coming.” you blurted in sheer panic, fixing your bottoms before giving in; doing the walk of shame toward his pleased self.
Reaching out his hand, you pushed it away, reminding him of the deal.
“Right here, love.” Jungkook grinned, marking his chest as a target for your landing.
What a tease.
“You know what, Koo. Fine. Since you want to play games, let’s play a game.” you hissed with a wink, stripping out of the silk fabric before dropping it on his lap.
“Now we’re talking.” a growl escaped his parted lips as his eyes raked over your glistening skin, admiring every inch, every crevice of your body.
He was needy, but you were too busy rummaging through the mini-fridge to notice how desperately he longed for your attention.
“Perfect!” you exclaimed, shaking a bottle of whipped cream before straddling his lap once again. Except this time, in your black lingerie. One that was initially reserved for Jaewon’s eyes only until he decided to fuck you over. Now, the privilege was all Jungkook’s.
“Y/n.” he breathed out heavily, creased forehead resting on yours.
And, as you pressed your thumb against his chin, your index finger slid along his bottom lip, feeling his tongue lick the cream off your skin.
“Just like that, baby.” you gave him a tiny nod of reassurance, glancing up at his doe-eyed gaze.
Fuck, submissiveness never looked this good.
“Y/n, please.” he whimpered, hands hovering over your skin before you finally caved in, intertwining your fingers with his.
Unclasping your bra, you let his veiny hands rest on your perky breasts, decorating your hardened nipples with his special treat.
“Go on, taste me,” you purred, tugging on his bottom lip as his mouth opened in a half-moan.
He was wasted. Big time.
“You sure?” he had to double-check, searching your lustful gaze for approval.
“I am. Enjoy the dessert, Jeon.” the words simply rolled off your tongue, like you’ve been meaning to say them all along.
And, as you ran your fingers through his messy hair, slightly tugging on the ends, the built-up need within you slowly inched up, begging for his touch.
Cupping your breasts in his burning palms, he peppered your skin with sloppy kisses, teeth grazing against the pinks of your sensitive nipples before biting down on the flesh.
“Oh fuckk” you hissed with your head jerked back.
Sucking off the creamy delight that painted your swollen tits, his pierced tongue licked its way up to your parted mouth, marking your neck with purple hues of possession.
“Koo,” you rasped against his ear, shamelessly rocking your hips back and forth as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten.
“I know, baby.” he muttered, gently lifting your frail body before pinning it against the armrest of the red couch.
Giving a little shake to the whipping cream that dropped out of your hands, Jungkook levelled his face to yours before drawing a line down your stomach. And, as he watched you arch your back from the cold sensation, a spark of temptation danced in his darkened eyes, cheeks flushed from the sinful whimpers that escaped your parted lips until the warmth of his tongue eased the pain.
Moving down the centerline, his fingertips traced your ribs, a faint outline of which poked with each breath you took. In and out, your diaphragm was working overtime, trying to keep up with the suffocating demand. One that only fueled Jungkook’s cravings as he tugged onto the black lace of your lingerie.
“Tell the chef I owe them our firstborn,” he whispered teasingly, gaze softening at the arousal that had your panties all drenched. Did he say our?
“Jeon, stop staring, this is so embarrassing.” you whined, voice muffled by the pillow that covered your flush as you desperately attempted to close your legs and simply vanish.
“It’s not my fault someone forgot to order dessert.” he grinned, pulling you closer as his hold on your thighs tightened, before hooking your ankles over his bare shoulders. “Now, please. Let a man eat.”
— —
Admiring your sleeping features, Jungkook cuddled into your chest, planting soft kisses on your marked neck before dozing off inside your arms until the buzzing of your phone startled him right out of REM.
No Caller ID
“Y/n?” a man’s hesitant voice echoed in his ear.
“She’s sleeping.” Jungkook muttered, gently stroking your knuckles with his thumb.
“Who is this? Jungkook, is that you?” Jaewon exclaimed, evidently more on edge than before.
“What do you want?”
“Can I talk to y/n?”
“As I just said, she’s sleeping.” Jungkook’s tone was low, aggravated by the need to repeat himself.
“Well, can you wake her up?”
“She seemed quite worn out after the fifth round, so I probably shouldn’t.” a grin curled his lips as you rested your head on his heaving chest, completely naive to the unfolded event.
“What?”
“Lose the number, Jaewon.” Jungkook gritted through his teeth, ending the call before tossing your phone on the edge of the bed.
—
Feeling the warmth of the sun rays peeking through the silk curtains, you stretched your sore body, patting the mattress next to you before noticing Jungkook’s absence.
“Mmhm?” you pouted, reaching for your phone to check the time.
There’s no way you slept through breakfast and he didn’t wake you. Based on your history of ‘hangryness’ and emotional breakdowns that followed suit he should know better.
7:45 am
“Jungkook?” you called out, covering yourself with the sheer nightgown before knocking on the bathroom door, waiting for a response.
Nothing.
“Jeon?” you called again, this time scanning the living room. Everything looked frozen in time, left untouched from the night before — the empty bottle of wine and the stained glass marked with your red lipstick. But still, no trace of Jungkook.
Going back into the bedroom, you quickly brushed your teeth and changed into a baby blue sundress, before opening up the blinds to get some natural light.
“Shit!” you yelped, widened eyes staring at Jungkook’s sculpted back.
Sliding the door just enough to pass by, you felt the goosebumps spread across your body as the morning breeze danced around your bare skin.
“Oh, I thought you quit.” you gasped, brows knitted with confusion as you looked over his broad shoulders, the smell of cigarettes lingering between you two.
“Yeah, well, I thought you cut ties with Jaewon. So … I guess we’re both disappointed.” Jungkook exhaled sharply, turning his head halfway before taking in another puff.
Something was off, he seemed distant, cold to the touch.
“What? What are you talking about?” you asked, hands fidgeting with the straps of your dress.
“He called last night.”
“Why? Is he okay?”
And, that’s when he erupted. Back pressed against the railing as his body turned to face your timid form, before muttering, “Do you care?”
“Well, no? But … if we stopped talking and you suddenly called I would want to know why,” you hesitated with the explanation, analyzing the way his forehead creased with each word.
“Mmhm, except I never treated you like a scrumbag, did I?” Jungkook swallowed, rubbing his tattooed hand along his flexed jaw.
“True, but you never pursued me either.” you snapped back, arms crossed over your burning chest.
“This is a prank, isn’t it?” he scoffed maniacally, eyes twitching from disbelief.
“I’m dead serious, Jeon. Why did you keep your distance if you wanted me so badly?”
He didn’t answer. Letting the two of you stare at each other for a split second, before finally taking a step forward, following your pace as your back hit the glass door. Leaning his hands on either side of your head, his broad shoulders hovered over you.
If this was his attempt at scaring you or somehow making you feel beneath him, it was not working. Because, as his face levelled with yours, your gaze furrowed, never breaking eye contact. Standing firm on what you said.
“Y/n, I kept my distance because I wanted you so bad.”
“Kind of dumb, don’t you think?” you pouted with a slight head tilt.
By now, Jungkook was ready to combust. The adrenaline running through his veins prepared to set off his fight or flight response at any given moment.
“Okay. Fine. How about I pursue myself into your ass, hmm?” he growled, tone demanding a response.
“I'd looove to see you try.” you teased, eyes fluttering with innocence.
“On the bed.”
“Excuse me?” you scoffed, tongue poking the side of your cheek.
“You heard me. Chop chop, baby girl.” Jungkook rasped against your ear, nibbling on the soft skin as a final warning.
To be honest you really didn’t know what you were getting yourself into until his fingers ran down your spine, hands tightening their hold on your hips as his growing boner pressed against the arch of your ass.
Fuck, he was serious.
“From now on, I’ll be so close you’d have to scrub my scent off you,” he sneered, gently sliding his two digits over your folds, fingertips coated with your wetness as you remained on all fours.
“Koo,” you whimpered, tugging on your bottom lip as you felt him slip inside.
Parting your throbbing cunt, his pierced tongue licked your clit, thumb rubbing it in small circles before your moans grew louder. More desperate. More needy. Hazy mind unable to fathom the calmness you radiated just a few minutes ago.
“Hold on.” he whispered, reaching for his wallet to grab a strip of condoms before ripping one open with his gritted teeth.
“Tell me if this is dumb enough for you.” Jungkook teased, mouth sliding along your tensed jaw as he rubbed his erection against your clit, resisting the urge to fill you up right then and there.
It was clear that your words irked him but he had to remain calm enough to not hurt you, forcing his annoyance to cool off with a verbal mock.
And, as he slowly pushed himself in, whimpers escaped your parted lips, hands gathering up the white sheets into knots, feeling his cock stretch its way in against the warmth of your walls. Cautious of his pace, he needed you to adjust, pulling in and out until there was enough lubrication for the growing friction to feel good, painless.
“Koo,” you whined again, gasping for air as his lips left a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your back.
“Just like that, baby. You’re doing so good.” Jungkook reassured, softening his hooded gaze upon hearing your sweet sounds. The ones that poisoned his thoughts and invaded his dreams.
All these years, as time passed by, he craved your love, pathetically blind to the fact that you craved him just as much. Now, as the tension between the two of you was clear to the naked eye, there was no need to dress the truth. Fuck the distance. It’s time to pursue.
Clenching your clit on his throbbing length, his vision grew in and out of focus, hissing at the tingling sensation.
“Fuuuck, y/n.” he moaned, fingers digging into your ass, before jerking his head back.
Picking up his pace, Jungkook went faster and harder. Slamming himself into you, until his twitching tip touched the surface of your cervix, making your toes curl in ecstasy, as a trail of juices ran down your trembling thighs.
“Jeon, I'm gonna faint.” you cried out, feeling your throat tighten, lungs stripped away from air.
“Just a little longer, baby.” he muttered, chest heaving up from exhaustion.
He was close. Very close. So, as your walls clenched around him for the sixth time, he could have sworn his dick melted. Became part of your anatomy, no longer attached to his person. Surrendered with a white flag.
“Y/n, look at me.” he urged breathlessly, snapping the rubber off his sensitive dick before giving it a few more pumps, squirting his cum onto your displayed tongue, completely exasperating in the process.
“So,” you swallowed obediently, “now that you've pursued my ass you'll quit smoking, right?” your doe-eyed gaze glanced up at his darkened orbs that watched you lick the dripping cum off his tip as you sat on your knees. Aware of his response, you brushed your lips against his, inviting his tongue inside before his burning body collided with yours, smiling into the deep kiss.
“Well, technically, I didn't go near your ass. Not many girls like that.” Jungkook teased, tucking a few curls behind your ear.
“Many girls, huh? How many?” you murmured, tracing the tattoos on his arm as your bodies laid skin to skin, staring at the white ceiling.
“About five.” he answered, a bit too quickly for your liking.
“Five? You man whore.” you scoffed with disgust, quickly retracting your hand from his.
“Sometimes six, depending on which video loads first.” his nose scrunched in a tiny giggle once he saw your mouth drop, expression left dumbfounded as the dots in your head began to connect.
So, that's what kept him busy all this time. Porn? Phenomenal.
“Next time, I'll just stay curious.” you sighed, half disappointed yet, also relieved. He might’ve just lied straight to your face but sometimes, it's better to simply pick your battles, choosing to live in blissful ignorance than the chaos of reality. Whatever his reality entails.
— —
Lust or love?
Affection or attraction?
Jungkook or Jaewon?
In hindsight, the last question might’ve been the easiest to answer. Sort of a no-brainer. Jaewon couldn't compare even if he tried. Simply put, Jungkook was different. Stronger. Harsher. Better. He knew your weak spots like the back of his hand. Possessing a particular grin to himself that admired the effect it had on your cold demeanour, one that melted under his touch, stripping you to the core before all that was left was the submissiveness of your heart. A vital organ that now ached for his possession.
But, that’s all there was to it, right?
Lust that led to attraction. Bodies tethered by the suffocating tension.
Then, what about Jaewon? Did your love lead to his affection? Or the opposite? Did his lack of affection rob you of the possibility of love? Scaring you into a rabbit hole of make-believe fantasies that never were and most likely never would be written in your cards.
“You’ve really lost it, haven’t you, y/n? God. Don't you trust me? I should have known you were batshit crazy.”
Jaewon spoke in white lies. Twisted screws inside your head and drowned you with empty promises that fueled your paranoia. Prayed on the eyes of your naive soul because he knew that you were too young to understand the rules of the game. The game of love.
Thus, when you caught him in a lie, his ignorant dominance withstood the backlash, accusing you of spreading nonsense. Turning you into someone you didn’t want to be, and watched as you starred in your own psychological thriller. But is someone really crazy if they’re right all along?
There’s no point in answering because none of it mattered anymore. The damage was done and your heart was now held by a thread. Mind, locked in a haze of temporary relief in the faraway land of Vegas. Where the tides of your reality slowly subsided as you fed into the bittersweet denial.
“Y/n?” a soft rumble of Jungkook's voice brought you back to reality.
“Hmm?” you hummed, glancing back at the distance separating the two of you.
“What's wrong?”
“No, nothing. Just, the voices…” you chuckled, trying to ease the seriousness of the situation as his furrowed gaze collided with yours.
“Was it the food? Are you tired? Should we go b-” his tone was low, laced with sudden worry.
“No! It … it was … perfect.” you interrupted, lips twisting into a slight smile.
An impact of which was not convincing enough to make him believe you. So, he tried again, easing his way into your walled-up state of mind.
Jungkook wasn’t stupid. He could tell that you’ve been somewhere else even when your physical body was wrapped around his.
“Look, y/n. I never asked how you felt. You know, after the breakup?” his body stiffened, feet shuffling in place. “Not because I didn't care but … because I knew it hurt you more when people brought him up.”
“Koo … I promise everything is okay.” you lied, nibbling on your lips until the taste of blood consumed your dry mouth.
“Is it though? Are you sure this was okay? To leave so suddenly?”
“Well … it was either a week in Vegas or under a pile of tissues. So …” you lied again.
“I meant … to leave with me?”
And then there was silence. An open void of outcries that sent shivers down your spine as you felt your throat tighten. Fingertips tingling with nerves.
“Who else would I go with?” a nervous chuckle escaped as he took a step closer.
“Y/n, we’ve known each other for long enough to-”
But, before Jungkook could finish, the panic rushing through your veins blurted something instead, stopping him in his tracks.
“Let’s play truth or dare!”
“What?” his brows knitted with confusion, narrowed eyes scanning the slight heaving of your chest.
“Truth or dare. Pick.”
“Um, well … dare, I guess.” he followed along as if sensing the fear in your voice, worn-out patience hiding in the shallow of his eyes.
“Mmhmm … I dare you to …” you looked around the empty beach, “go skinny dipping!”
“Ha! Aren’t we just funny.” Jungkook grinned, folding his arms over his chest.
“I’m serious, Jeon. A dare is a dare. Now go on, the water is waiting.”
“Will I be blessed by your accompaniment?” his brow arched, hooded gaze eyeing you up and down before loosening the buttons on his shirt.
“Hmm … would that make you feel better little J?” you teased with a pout, hands hovering over his chest. There’s quite literally nothing little about Jungkook, but you’re one to tease.
“Very.” he whispered, pressing your palm against his burning skin as his lips left a soft peck on your forehead.
Fingers intertwined with his, your doe-eyed gaze sparkled under the moonlight. And, for a moment, it all felt so real. The warmth of his embrace as your body moulded into his. The way you could feel his heartbeat like it was your own.
“Y/n,” his voice lowered to a rumble, fingertips tracing lines up and down your waist as your dress laid perfectly on the sandy ground.
Another look and your eyes welled with tears.
There wasn't much time before your thoughts unravelled, deepest fears exposed on a silver platter.
You were scared. Scared of what Jungkook would think. What he would feel. What he already felt.
“Let's go.” your words came out as a plea, trembling hands connecting with his seeing that you were now leading the way.
But, the water was cold. Dark. Like there was no end to it.
And, there it was again. That anxious feeling. The paranoia that Jaewon rooted deep within you, crawling back to the surface.
Chest heaving up, your body turned numb, unresponsive to Jungkook’s touch as his hand rested on your back.
“I got you. Just hold on,” he rasped against your hair, closing the gap between the two of you as you gripped his shoulders. “That’s it. Try to relax, y/nie.” he smiled, tightening his hold around your waist.
“Koo?” you mumbled, thumb caressing the moles on his cheek.
“Hmm?”
“Can you pick truth?”
He didn’t answer. Watched your gaze slowly lower, analyzing the hints of regret painting your face.
“Is that what you want?”
You nodded.
“Then, truth.”
You took a deep breath before going for the final jab.
“Did you ever regret New Year’s Eve?”
Silence. Again. You could tell his thoughts were racing one by one, mind trying to formulate a coherent answer. One that would calm the tide of emotions that had your heart racing.
“Mam?”
That did not sound like Jungkook. Did the cold unravel a new consciousness. Hello?
“Oh shit, it’s security.” you gasped, glancing back at the flashlight beaming into your eye, trying to make out the figure of the man. He looked older, and definitely not fond of the circumstances.
“Okay don’t panic, let’s just get out.” Jungkook smiled foolishly, hands almost giving jazz.
“Um, hello? Have you like lost your mind? We actually could not get any more naked if we tried. Jungkook, what the fuck is he going to think?”
“Well I don’t know! Let’s hear your grand idea.” he scoffed like a toddler in time-out.
“Mam, I’m sorry but I will have to ask you to leave. It’s past service hours.” the old man screamed from the shore, ushering the way with the light.
“Oh, yes! I do apologize sir, I just had to clear my mind, ha ha. Just give me one second, and I’ll be out of your hair, ha ha … “ you chuckled nervously, one hand gripping onto Jungkook’s shoulder.
“Why do you keep ha-ha-ing?” he teased, watching your skin lose colour.
“Not now, Je-“
“Mam!”
“Fuck.” you hissed.
But, before your whole bloodline was put to shame, another voiced called out for an Anthony. The Anthony that was about to see what your mama gave you plus Jungkook’s whole business.
“Anthony? What’s the point of your buzzer if you don’t answer?” another officer huffed and puffed, running down the trail.
“I was patrolling, what’s wrong?”
“They need us at the Casino. Some Presley wannabe ran off with 100k!” he yelled in frustration, practically pulling Anthony by his sleeve.
“Hey, well, what about them?” the beam of light flashed back to your stoned face.
“Oh forget them. It’s 100k, Anthony!”
And as the two of you watched them run off, Jungkook rested his forehead on your head.
“Well that wasn’t what I imagined tonight being,” he chuckled softly, caressing your back as your eyes met again.
“100k.” you sneered. “Hope Mr. Presley stops by our room,”
“Baby, I can give you more if you ask,” Jungkook pulled you closer.
“Hmm, really? How much more?”
“Whatever comes out of that pretty mouth of yours, is exactly what you’ll get.” his lips latched onto the soft flesh of your neck, while your hands intertwined behind his neck.
“Well, you’re lucky I’m a cheap date. Two spring rolls and I’m all yours,” you teased, lifting his chin as your thumb traced his lips.
“So, after all these years, all it took was some fried up carbs?” he chuckled in disbelief, running his fingers through your hair.
“Cheap. I told you.”
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