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Doing something unholy
🕑 Added 2023-02-03 00:25:24 +0000 UTC(Tae's POV)
I’m watching the leaves fall in the backyard through the bedroom window when my phone vibrates with a message from an unknown number.
JK: Hey! It’s Jungkook. We met at Jimin's party. Remember me?
Jungkook. My mind travels back to the night we met. I was lost, looking for my best friend, and because of the noise no one could hear anything. My search ended up taking me to a dark room, lit only by a globe emitting psychedelic lights hanging from the ceiling. Some people were standing or sitting on the floor, while others seemed to be out of their minds, sprawled on the bed, too dopey for my taste.
“You look lost,” I heard a guy’s voice. I couldn't see his face properly.
“I'm looking for someone. Namjoon. Do you know him?”
“Are you sure you’re not looking for Jungkook?” he chuckled. “Sorry. I’m not good at this flirting shit.”
No joke. I don’t say it.
“I’m guessing that’s your name?”
The guy nods. He’s kind of cute.
“What’s your name?”
“V.”
Jungkook squeezed my hand and offered me a drink of whatever he had in his. In my sober state, I would probably have refused and left the room, but, at the time, it was like some inner force kept me from saying no. The bitter taste of vodka slid down my throat and everything inside me started to burn. The lights on his face flickered and changed colors, making all of his movements appear to be in slow motion. Next thing I knew, we were so close I could feel his breath on my skin.
He stared at me as if my eyes were some kind of prison. Everything was spinning around me, and if it weren't for his hands on my waist, I think I would have tripped. Jungkook smiled, closing the distance between us, and nestled his face in the curve of my neck. I felt a shiver run down my spine as his lips traced a line across my jaw, and I closed my eyes. He was wearing a sleeveless tank top, with plenty of his body showing. My heart was pounding against his chest, and before I could consider leaving, the two of us were a slight mess of hands and mouths. I had kissed other people before, enough to know that I liked kissing guys best, but there was something so incredibly intimate about that kiss that felt like my favorite season. And I didn’t want it to end.
Th: Hi, of course I do. I didn’t think I’d hear from you again
JK: I actually got your number from a stranger lol
JK: It appears you gave me your high school nickname. It took me days to finally find someone who knew who cute laugh V was
Th: I see you are a stalker lol
JK: I’m determined, that’s different
JK: And I want to hear your laugh again
It’s hard to stop the urge to smile.
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I don’t tell anyone I got a date, but it’s impossible to hide anything from my brother.
“Who is Jungkook?” he asks, catching my mother's attention.
“None of your business,” I say, giving my pants pockets one last check.
“Who is Jungkook?” this time it isn’t him. I can’t exactly tell my mom this is none of her business.
“A friend from college.”
"Why don't you invite him in?" she suggests.
“We're gonna get late.”
I don’t have to look back to know that mom and Seokjin are peering through the window. A black Jeep is parked in front of the house, and I take one last deep breath before opening the door. I’m not very experienced in the dating business and I have studied my approach strategy very little, but as soon as I lay eyes on Jungkook, all my nervousness dissipates. He’s wearing a black shirt under a denim jacket and skinny jeans. There are buttons pinned to his jacket and he’s smiling cute at me.
“Hi,” he says, unexpectedly kissing me on the cheek. I turn red instantly. “You look good.”
"You too," I reply, feeling my face burn.
The cinema is located inside a cozy gallery by the river. As we have some time left before the movie, Jungkook parks his car on the other side of the river, and we take a walk over the bridge. The wind is sharp, making me shiver.
“Are you cold?” he asks, as I try to keep warm. “Come here.”
Smiling, Jungkook takes my hands and rubs them. I feel my heart jump suddenly in surprise, and then I stop at the only thing prettier than the view of the city from up here. His eyes roam over my face as if he’s asking permission to get closer, and I think I must have granted it, even without saying anything, because in the next instant he kisses me.
Of all the things I have done, kissing Jungkook quickly becomes one of my favorites. We almost don’t watch the movie – not that I was looking forward to it. The theater is incredibly empty for a Saturday, and our seats are strategically located in the last row, where no one can see us from behind. I’ve never spent so much time kissing someone like that. Not until my lips are swollen and numb. Not without my hands knowing what touches are and aren't appropriate in a public place. Not to the point of feeling drunk with it.
When the movie ends, and the theater lights come up, we pull back and wait a few minutes in our seats before leaving. We exchange smiles and guilty looks, but, truth is, there isn’t much room for guilt inside me.
On the way back to the car, he lets go of my hand and runs to the bridge parapet. I follow him. The sky is partially covered by clouds and the temperature has risen, but the granite feels nice when I rest my hands on the surface.
“What?” I ask him when I notice him staring. Jungkook looks at me and smiles, free of shame.
“You're beautiful, that's all.”
It isn’t just the compliment, but there is something about his eyes that makes my skin burn every time I catch him watching me. I felt especially handsome whenever a guy made some comment about how nice I look, but this is different.
"You're not bad yourself" I say, looking back.
“No?” he keeps smiling.
I shake my head. He brings my hands to his shoulders and wraps my neck in a loose hug. His perfume is dry and smooth and his skin is so warm that, at this instant, this is the most comfortable place in the world. I don't know how long we stay there, but what we share in the silence of our breaths seem even more intimate than the kisses we shared minutes ago.
“Can I take you home?” he asks.
“You can.”
He smiles. Again, and again, and again. I can’t get enough of his face.
“I mean my house.”
“I know what you mean.”
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Comments
Ana J (Kkanji)
This is so so hot Bea!! Him almost humping the bedsheets 😳😳 you did the animation so well and so hotly
Deborah
Yes it's really hot 🔥🔥🔥 I like that 💜💜
