Summary:After a night spent together, Jungkook wants to be friends with benefis with me.
“You should have some fun; you just sit at home and watch the TV series.” My friend, Hoseok, spoke, as he nudged my shoulder. “You’re in goddamn college; when was the last party you’ve attended to, huh?”
“Last weekend,” I replied quickly. “There were music and booze; I had such a great time.” I retorted, and folded my arms across my chest. I wasn’t necessarily fond of huge club parties, but I liked hanging out with my friends at somebody’s place or in a pub in a friendly atmosphere. “We actually emptied a whole bottle of vodka by just the two of us.”
“Still,” Hoseok carried on, and I just rolled my eyes, “you really should go with me to that party. Everybody is gonna be there. It’s the event of the month! It’s the international women’s day! Besides, you look like you’re in a need of hookup.”
I sighed, slowly giving into that idea of his. Even though I didn’t want to admit it, it’d been a lot of time since the last time I had sex. One night stands had been never my thing, and relationships hadn’t been, either. Right now, I’d rather find myself a friend who I could fulfill all desires with, and at this point, a hookup seemed like a good start.
“I’m being serious here. You either attend that party with me, or I’m signing you up on Tinder. Your call,” he challenged, and I raised an eyebrow at him, wondering if he really meant his words. Knowing Hoseok, he’d let me go if I kept rejecting his offer. For me, both solutions to my ‘problem’ were equally terrible. I despised the dull and monotonic beat of the club music which blasted through the speakers for the entire night, which you could only dance to when batshit drunk. Finding a date or a hookup online through a mobile app didn’t seem right, either. Call me old-fashioned, but I had always preferred meeting people in person.
“Why are you my friend again?” I asked, as I really didn’t want to choose. However, the real question was how the hell Hoseok obtained the authority to make such important decisions regarding my schedule? He was my friend, and he had no right to boss me around like that. He had always been a little bit persuasive, but right now, it was getting out of hand. I’d only go to that party if I wanted, and I didn’t. Wild horses wouldn’t drag me there. Perhaps, it was about time I should try to reason with him and prove him the world didn’t revolve around him and many meaningless lewd hookups.
“Which one is it?” Hoseok asked again, completely ignoring my previous statement, and I could only roll my eyes at him. This guy was incredible! “You have to live, get out of your comfort zone, get laid–whatever you call it!”
“Clubs are not my style.” I announced as if he didn’t know that already. I always repeated it, yet his simple mind didn’t seem to ever catch that. Sighing, I looked at him. He was smiling at me, as if he was hoping for me to agree to this idiotic escapade. I really wanted to turn him down, I really did. Unfortunately, no matter how strong-willed I thought I was, I’d never be able to reject his wide and gleeful smile. “Ugh, fine. I’ll go, but I’m coming back home if I don’t like it. Are we clear?”
The party was held the next day. It was definitely too soon. I didn’t have any time to mentally prepare myself for it. Hoseok made sure I didn’t chicken out, either.
Hoseok came to my apartment about two hours prior to the party. We agreed he’d help me find the best outfit and drink a glass of wine or two before the event just to get in the mood and, in my case, loosen up a bit.
“I didn’t know you had so many dresses in your closet. Why aren’t you wearing them?” Hoseok asked, as he threw a few dresses on the chair beside him. “These are sexy! You really should put them on more often.” He added, as he scrutinized his eyes, trying to picture me dressed in the skimpy piece of clothing he was holding in his hands.
“I’d love to, but in case you didn’t notice, it’s still winter.” I answered him, as I took a gulp of my rosé. Although it was March, and the weather was rather nice, I hoped he’d buy my excuse. “Besides, I hate the attention. Especially when I receive it only from whom I have zero interest in.” I added matter-of-factly, focusing my eyes on the computer’s screen.
“This piece of art will make everyone turn their heads toward you. I guarantee you that.” Hoseok spoke, throwing a skimpy dress at my head. I had a hunch he would choose this one. It was short and tight, emphasizing every single curve of my body. Moreover, its flowery pattern made me look more chic than slutty; and subtle cleavage was leaving enough space for imagination.
“And that’s the exact opposite of what I want,” I retorted, and tossed the dress on the bed beside me, as I focused on the website I was browsing. “Don’t get me wrong, but I don’t really fancy strangers rubbing their dicks against my ass to get my attention in the middle of the dance floor. That’s disgusting, and it’s the preeminent reason why I hate clubbing so much. Even if I tell them to fuck off, another one will approach me.” I groaned in hope he understood me.
Hoseok was speechless. He must’ve had nothing to say to prove me wrong. God, how much I loved being right. Satisfaction filled me, and I grinned, taking another sip of the wine.
“What about we buy another bottle of this, and stay at home, huh?” I proposed, but Hoseok wasn’t really enthusiastic about my idea. He must’ve really looked forward to going to that party; I almost forgot he was down to that party to get laid, too. He wasn’t dating anyone at the moment, so he must’ve seen this party as his opportunity to find someone to ease his sexual frustration with. He obviously wouldn’t be getting anything from me, so maybe I could’ve given this idea the second thoughts. It could be fun; I could be his wingman of some sort.
“Come on, don’t be like this.” Hoseok whined, as he approached me with a pout upon his face. “I rarely ask you to do things for me. Just go, it’s gonna be fun, and if it’s really going to be that terrible, I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
“Of course it’s gonna be terrible! It’s not my first, and thanks to you, definitely not last.” I started, trying not to look at his now bright and gleeful face. At this point, I couldn’t really turn him down. He was a human being with needs, and I couldn’t bail out on him, no matter how tempting it was. He was my friend, and I’d go to this awful party to make him feel a little better. It’d put me under some discomfort, but with some alcohol in my system, I’d endure it. Or at least, it’s what I’m thinking right now due to the wine I’ve already drunk. “Fine, I’ll go. I’ve already promised that, haven’t I?”
“Cool,” Hoseok spoke, and smiled brightly at me, obviously overjoyed by the fact I was actually going to that stupid party. “Now get dressed, I don’t want to be late.”
I sighed, and rolled my eyes before I sat up, grabbed the dress, and headed to the bathroom.
It took me slightly over thirty minutes to get dressed, do my hair, pick accessories and put the make-up on. By the time I was finished, Hoseok was on his phone, chatting with his friends. I knew them, and we got along, but I only hung out with them when Hoseok was around. The same applied to my friends and Hoseok; they had never met up when I was absent.
When Hoseok noticed my presence, he stared at me from head to toe. I looked definitely better than normally, since I didn’t doll myself up every day, and Hoseok must’ve really been impressed. He didn’t say anything until I cleared my throat, wanting to get a comment from him. Knowing Hoseok, he wouldn’t let me go out unless my outfit was approved by him.
“I should definitely change my major; fashion is running in my veins.” Hoseok commented, as if I was attractive only because of his input. “You look fabulous,” he started, waving his hands a lot, trying to express himself better. “We still have some time left, and no more wine. Do you want to hit the bar before we go to the club?”
“God, yes,” I spoke with relief. There was definitely too little alcohol in my system to endure the party. I didn’t want to be a wet blanket and ruined Hoseok all the fun. Attending the party with him was the least I could do.
When we arrived, some people were already partying; even the ones in the queue didn’t seem to mind the chilly wind outside, as they tapped their feet in the silent rhythm of the music, and smoked cigarettes.
As expected, they also had hit a bar before; nowadays people my age wouldn’t be able to hold a decent conversation with an opposite sex without a drink or two; sadly, myself included. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, as everyone tends to be more honest when spiced up with some booze. It was fair, actually; there was a chance that men and women, for once, were on the same page; seeking for an easy way to release their sexual needs.
Hoseok and I were standing in the line. I was sighing, staring at my shoes, while he was looking around, trying to find some friends who would probably help us nonchalantly cut in the line. Although I was fine with waiting for our turn, Hoseok seemed really impatient; he was tapping his foot and looking at his wrist watch every thirty seconds.
“Calm down, we’ll eventually get in there.” I chipped in, sending Hoseok a smile. It was fun to see him all eager for whatever he was going to do once we were inside. It had to be stopped, though. The girls would interpret his impatience as desperation, and only a psycho would be turned on by that. I had to cool him down if he wanted to pick up somebody to hook up with.
“Jin texted me that he and Namjoon are already inside.” Hoseok said matter-of-factly before he hid his phone back into the pocket.
“So…?” I asked dully, raising my eyebrow at him. “We’re the cool kids, and cool kids always come fashionably late.” I added, nudging his shoulder.
“I guess you’re right.” Hoseok shrugged, and smiled at me sheepishly. “Shall we go through the rules?” He proposed, and I couldn’t believe he just said that. I wasn’t a baby, and it wasn’t my first time partying with him. I knew the procedure, I didn’t have to be reminded of it every single time we went out. Was he serious? Hoseok was my friend, and he truly cared about me, but I used to think I had proven myself to be responsible.
“You’re ridiculous.” I commented, and shook my head, hoping I misheard him. He had made me recite the rules so many times, I’d be able to list them even when woken up in the middle of a night. “I really don’t understand how come we’re friends.” I carried on, but Hoseok continued giving me the look. I knew he wouldn’t let the topic slide until I cooperated. “Ugh,” I groaned, and licked my lips, hoping no one was going to overhear me. “Always keep an eye on your drink. Never leave the club without informing your friends about it. Always use protection. Never do drugs. Hoseok, for fuck’s sake, was it really necessary?” I yelled at him, the embarrassment showing upon my cheeks.
“Absolutely!” He answered quickly, as he placed his hand on the small of my back, as the line finally moved a little.
We showed our student ID cards to the doormen, and after a few seconds he returned them to us, and stepped aside, granting the entrance.
As fast as it was possible, I took off my coat and headed to the cloakroom, Hoseok following just behind me.
“Namjoon says they’re waiting for us by the bar.” He mused, and with a smile lead me to their meeting point.
“Good, another drink is definitely going to be useful.” I retorted, observing my surroundings.
The club was packed with people. A lot of girls created smaller groups where they sipped on their drinks, probably gossiping about other women who had decided to dress a bit more slutty than they thought it was adequate. I was guilty, too. I immediately judged the girl whose shirt was so short, everybody could see her thong when she straddled a man in the corner. I understood the lust, but they could’ve at least some decency to go somewhere private. Men, on the other hand, if they already didn’t have their eyes set on a particular girl, occupied the bar nonchalantly lurking for their prey.
Hoseok quickly found Namjoon and Jin. Squeezing between dancing people, we reached the bar, and I sat on the stool which they had managed to reserve. Right now, I was the only girl in the group, and it only seemed right. Unlike the feminism activists who were pretty damn annoying these days, I had never minded having some privileges.
“Where the fuck have you been? We were waiting for like thirty minutes already!” Namjoon screamed, since otherwise we wouldn’t be able to hear him. The music was awful and way too loud for my own liking, but since they kept me company so far, I hoped I’d focus on the conversation instead of the monotonous beats.
“Blame her,” Hoseok pointed at me, “she was taking too long when dressing up!” Hoseok yelled into Namjoon’s ear, the both of them staring at me.
“In that case, I don’t really mind! She looks even prettier than usual.” Jin shouted, and smiled at me.
I leaned in a little and thanked him. People rarely complimented my looks, and it was really nice to hear it from time to time. Besides, if I interpreted Jin’s words correctly, I was always pretty, but today I outdid myself. Moreover, such words coming out of someone as beautiful as Jin himself was incredibly rewarding.
“We should order something.” I suggested, and reached for the menu, staring at over-priced drinks. Hoseok looked over my shoulder, but I knew he was going to go with beer. The drinks were always diluted, and consisted of way too much sugar. Not to mention the three fourth of the drink being just ice. No matter how ridiculous it sounded, he knew he’d get wasted sooner if he remained faithful to his beloved beer.
“This round is on me.” Jin hollered just when I was about to pull out my money.
Normally, I’d feel bad about it, well… maybe ‘indebted’ was the proper word, but since I knew such an expanse wouldn’t be a bothersome for him, I agreed. I wasn’t going to use his generosity, though. He was nice, and one drink was enough.
As I predicted, Hoseok went with beer, and I ordered Mojito, while Jin and Namjoon both opted for whisky with coke.
When our drinks arrived, we sipped on them, and chatted. Actually, they did most of the talking. They were gossiping about people I didn’t know, so I was just drinking my alcohol, nodding my head from time to time. I didn’t really pay attention; instead I tried to find my other friends. Hoseok had said it was the party of the month, so finding some familiar faces was bound to happen. So far, I only saw two other girls from my major. Unfortunately, they weren’t really my friends; just some people I knew but didn’t talk to.
My companions finished their drinks rather quickly, but being the gentlemen they were, they waited for me. Although they didn’t pressure me into doing anything, I gulped down my drink, so we could finally hit the dance floor.
Once we were in the middle of the crowd, we started to dance. Hoseok, being the one who wielded the dancing kind title was in the center of attention. His moves were amazing, and it took a lot of self-restraint to not gawk at him. He danced flawlessly, and in comparison, everyone looked like they just learned how to walk. Namjoon, on the other hand, was a complete opposite; he danced as if he was trying to dodge bullets which were targeted at his legs. Jin and I were mediocre; we could feel the rhythm, as we swayed our hips from side to side in the right tempo, but it was evident we weren’t pros like Hoseok, especially when he started to show off some complicated dance moves.
When the beat dropped, everyone began jumping up and down with their hands thrown in the air. It was actually fun, given all the alcohol I had consumed. I ran my hands through my hair, pushing them off my face. Suddenly, I felt like closing my eyes, losing myself completely in the melody. It was really fun, at least until I felt somebody hands on my sides, pulling me closer against one’s chest. I quickly turned my head, and looked at the stranger. He was smiling as if he already knew I was going to leave the club with him and fuck him till the sun peeking through the blinds very early in the morning.
“What’s your name?” The man whispered into my ear, while I tried my best not to show him how much I wanted to cringe.
“Sorry, I came here with my boyfriend.” I replied, and pulled the man who was the closest to me. Thankfully, it was Hoseok, and he immediately caught my unspoken message. He could sense I wasn’t comfortable with that man, so he quickly wrapped his arm around my shoulders protectively and pulled me away from him. Hoseok led me somewhere, and before I noticed, I was standing on a platform with him, where everybody was able to stare at us. Much to my dissatisfaction, Hoseok rescue mission appeared to be an out of the frying pan into the fire kind of help.
“I’m glad you’re having fun.” Hoseok shouted into my ears, and on cue, we started to jump again as the beat dropped.
I danced with him for like two more songs before I needed a break. Unfortunately, I wasn’t as athletic as Hoseok.
Rather clumsily, I made my way toward the bar where I sneaked into a vacant stool. Thankfully, the bartender was currently busy, so I had time to catch my breath and decide on my next drink. The music was starting to sound shitty in my ears again, and I needed some poison to immunize myself with.
“I must say I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” A handsome man spoke when he approached me, and propped his body on his elbow, leaning against the bar. I scoffed at his words, staring at his face. He was good-looking, perhaps out-of-my-league kind of good-looking. His eyes were as black as his hair, his ear piercings reflecting the club lights. He was wearing a simple black T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. A thin silver necklace hung around his neck, making me focus on his beautiful collarbones. “What’s your name?” He asked, and I panicked for a brief moment; Jin and Namjoon disappeared somewhere and Hoseok was still dancing on the platform.
“Hwajeong.” I spoke the first name that came to my mind. “Yours?” I inquired, trying to make him do all the talking. I always hated breaking the ice, so if he could keep me interested for more than five minutes and try not to immediately get into my pants, I wouldn’t blow him off. He was attractive, so I didn’t see a problem in giving him a chance if he played his cards right.
“Jungkook.” He casually replied, and smiled at me. “Will you have a drink with me?” He whispered into my ear, each syllable tickling my skin.
“Sure,” I smiled back, and he raised his hand to obtain the bartender’s attention.
“What do want, Hwajeong?”
“I think we should do shots.” I suggested, and Jungkook seemed positively surprised. He mustn’t have expected me to go with such strong alcohol. Actually, I’d have ordered a fancy drink, but knowing how little alcohol and how much sugar the drinks had, shots were a safe bet. “I recommend you the ones with red bull. They kick, but they’re sweet at the same time!” I shouted, staring at the menu.
“What can I get you?” The bartender asked, as soon as he approached us. Jungkook leaned forward, and ordered us the shots I proposed.
“What brings you here, Hwajeong?” Jungkook asked, emphasizing my name, as if repeating it wouldn’t make him forget it. He had to be one of the men who felt wrong when they didn’t remember the name of the girl they had spent the night with.
“I’m my friend’s wingman, and I think I did an amazing job.” I spoke proudly, turning around in my seat, pointing at Hoseok who was still dancing on the platform, but this time, he had two girls accompanying him.
“Whoa, I’m impressed. Can I hire you for my roommate? He didn’t want to go with me to that party, while he obviously needs to get laid. He’s helpless, but with such a talented wingman, he would be able to find someone.” Jungkook jested, and quickly turned to the bartender to pay for our shots.
“I’m not sure he can afford my services. My friend is always going to be indebted to me.” I retorted, and accepted three shot glasses which Jungkook slid toward me. Jungkook must’ve had some serious plans for me if he wanted to get me drunk this badly. Perhaps, I should’ve noticed the red flags around him, but I ignored them. We were still in the club, and if he suddenly became odd, Hoseok or Jin or Namjoon would come to my rescue.
“He’s gonna be doomed without you, but fine. It’s his loss he didn’t want to come.” Jungkook shrugged, and raised the glass, ready to make a toast. “To you who didn’t blow me off the second I approached you.” He spoke, and clinked the glass with me before we drunk it in one go.
“What about you? What has brought you here?” I asked, placing my right leg over the left one. My dress slightly rolled up, and Jungkook’s eyes immediately noticed it. He didn’t even try to be discreet about it.
“Dancing.” He simply answered.
“I don’t see you dance, though.” I teased and smirked while running my forefinger across the brim of my shot glass.
“I’m waiting for you to teach me your moves.” Jungkook talked back, and I smiled, starting to lose my hope of ever out-talking him.
“I’m impressed, you seem to know what to say what every woman wants to hear.” I blurted, wishing that Jungkook could comprehend my incoherent blabber. “Even if it usually works, I prefer honesty. We both know why the majority of people are here; are we any different?” I asked, cocking my eyebrow at him, while Jungkook tried to figure out if I really meant my words.
“To honesty, then!” He hollered, and raised another shot glass, encouraging me to have another round with him. I knew he must’ve done this to omit answering my question. Unfortunately, I was aware that he, like the ninety percent of people in the club, was down to fuck. Even if I hadn’t tried it myself, I understood how it worked.
“But seriously, honesty is the best policy.” I continued, sensing that Jungkook didn’t like the direction this conversation was headed. “Even if you think this will ruin the sweet illusion you tried to create, it won’t. It won’t with me, at least. Besides, it takes a pair of balls to be frank.”
“Okay,” Jungkook hesitantly said, slowly rethinking my proposition. “I really want to kiss you.” He confessed, staring down at my red lips.
“Right now?” I asked for clarification, my mind clouded with the strong vodka. Jungkook nodded and I smiled. “Don’t, I’d push you away. I wouldn’t walk out on you, though. How easy do you think I am?” I jested, and Jungkook smirked at me, sensing that I was teasing him. “Just relax, we’re having fun.”
“God, you really are something, Hwajeong.” Jungkook spoke, and emptied his third shot, while staring directly at me. His eyes felt as if they were drilling in mine, but I could only focus on his Adam’s apple when he swallowed the liquor. Such a simple gesture made me wonder why, on Earth, I was playing hard to get. He was obviously in the club to find somebody to fuck, and he chose me. I found him attractive, so if he wasn’t going to insist on banging him, I’d leave the party with him. I had never done this one-night-stand thing, and Jungkook seemed like an ideal candidate.
“Let’s dance.” I quickly said before I drank my shot and slammed the glass against the counter, pulling Jungkook to the dance floor a moment later. His hands were big and dry, but his grip was rather gentle, so overall it felt nice. I stopped just a second before the beat was going to drop. I sent Jungkook a faint smirk before I and everyone around me started to jump.
Smiling at me, Jungkook danced with me. Although he had stated he wanted to learn from me, his moves were better than mine. He was almost as good as Hoseok. Shaking my head at his poor lie, I brushed it off, and just focused on the music which surprisingly didn’t sound like crap. I threw my arms into the air, trying to lose myself in the rhythm, but it was difficult with Jungkook’s eyes undressing me. It wasn’t bad, though. I was glad that he respected me enough to not turn me around and rub his sex against my bottom.
“Liar,” I whispered into his ear when he was really close to me.
“I’m a fast learner,” he replied, and smiled at me. Unconsciously, I mirrored his actions, his playful smirk ruining my defence against him. I just couldn’t keep my straight face and pretend his facial expression didn’t affect me at all. I was giving in, and he, without any doubt, could sense that.
Dancing with Jungkook was great; he wasn’t too bold, and he respected my personal space. He must’ve applied my previous advice; he danced for the sake of dancing, not of showing me he wanted to fuck me. Very few people would be able to do that, and I was impressed.
In the middle of the second song, I needed a break. Due to the shots and all the jumping, I felt really dizzy, almost as if I was going to collapse in the middle of the dance floor. Having noticed my state, Jungkook approached me and rested his hands on my sides, pulling me toward him. “Everything alright?” He asked, and I nodded my head. I was fine, I just had to sit for a minute or two. “Are you sure? Do you want to go outside?”
It was very sweet of him to care so much. It was really endearing.
“Meet me out front in ten, okay?”
Having used the bathroom and lied to Jin that I was taking a taxi back home, I collected my coat, put it on, and exited the club. Perhaps, it took me more than I had promised to Jungkook, but thankfully, he didn’t ditch me for another girl. He was leaned against a brick wall, his hands in his jeans pockets. He looked very nonchalant, the leather jacket thrown loosely around his shoulders.
As soon as he noticed me, he smiled, and pushed himself off the wall with his foot.
We met halfway.
“My place, or yours?” He asked bluntly, and I started to laugh hysterically at him. If other girls would give in, I didn’t plan on going easy. We were complete strangers, and I wouldn’t come over to his flat knowing so little about him. His name and the fact that he has a roommate wouldn’t suffice.
“Neither.” I replied when my laughter died down a little. Normally, it wouldn’t be so funny, but given the alcohol I had consumed, I’d giggle at almost everything. “Come on, at least I have to pretend I’m not easy.” I jested, and nudged his shoulder with my elbow. “It’s barely past midnight. We still have a whole night ahead of us. Let’s do something fun.”
I knew I said it only because I was afraid. It was going to be my first one-night-stand, and I must’ve unconsciously tried to stop myself before I reached the point of no return. Jungkook was hot, and he’d make a perfect person to have meaningless sex with. It was still new to me, and I was scared. Unfortunately, the alcohol didn’t seem to help me with this kind of fear.
Jungkook wanted to propose something, but before he managed to finish his sentence, I grabbed him by the jacket and pulled him down to kiss him. At first, I just pressed my lips against his, but the second his shock died down, he started to move his mouth against mine. The kiss was messy and passionate with a lot of tongue and our teeth clicking. It was amazing, and I couldn’t remember the last time I was kissed like that.
Instinctively, his hands rested on my sides, pulling me closer to him.
It felt good but wrong at the same time. For Jungkook it must’ve seemed odd, too. One second, I had told him to take it easy, yet a moment later, I had pulled him into a heated kiss. I still had mixed feelings about the one-night-stand concept, but now, having tasted him, I thought I was willing to try.
I was pressed tightly against Jungkook’s firm body, as he continued kissing me. He was sucking on my tongue, biting on my lips, while I miserably attempted to dominate the kiss. He was in charge, and he showed it quite emphatically. We wouldn’t be having it any other way.
“Whoa, that was nice,” I spoke as soon as I pulled away. The kiss was amazing. We couldn’t carry on there, though. I had always hated couples making out publicly, and I wasn’t a hypocrite to do exactly what I truly despised. “I’d eat something.” I said out of the blue, looking at him.
“There’s a fast-food diner on the way to my place. I think it’s still open.” Jungkook answered, and smiled at me. The kiss we shared was a promise; he knew I wasn’t wasting his time. My heart was beating heavily in my chest, and at this point, I didn’t know whether it was because of the stress, or the chemistry I felt for him. Although we only kissed, I was sure he would take good care of me, even if it was going to last just until morning.
“Thank God, I’ve barely eaten today, and I’m starving. Lead the way!” I replied enthusiastically.
“This way.” He spoke, showing me the direction.
Since he said it’s gonna take us about five minutes by foot, we walked. I didn’t really mind. The cold wind would help me clear my mind and hopefully put my racing heart at ease. It wouldn’t be anything to brag about if I did or said something embarrassing which would make him completely lose his interest in me. The silence we were engulfed in wasn’t a good sign, either, and although it took two people, I felt as if it was my fault we couldn’t hold a decent conversation. Didn’t he feel uncomfortable? I did, and it was barely bearable.
“So…” I dragged on, “what’s your favorite movie?” I asked simply, hoping it’d break the ice and make him speak.
“What?” He inquired, as if he didn’t hear me. “Favorite movie? Hmm… 'Iron Man’, I guess.” He answered with a shrug, staring at me. “Yours?”
It was going to be a long night.
“I guess it was alright.” I replied with the exact interest he showed which was really close to nothing. “But I think I could name at least one hundred better films. Don’t get me wrong, but it didn’t really stand up. Just one of a bunch of Marvel movies.”
“So which film did stand up, huh?” He asked, sounding almost offended. I had no idea I could pull a nerve with such a simple question, but right now, I was genuinely interested how it might’ve turned.
“It’s really difficult to pick one, actually.” I started, as I stared at my shoes, as I strolled slowly beside him, cold wind kissing my cheeks. “I don’t have a favorite one, but I like 'White Chicks’ and 'Shrek 2’ regardless my humor. They always crack me up and make me feel better.” I could hear him snort, but I decided to let it slide. Getting into a fight before sex wouldn’t put me in the mood.
In the restaurant, he was a complete gentleman. He opened the door for me, bought me food, and even glared at an old man in mid-forties who was staring at me inappropriately. Although he didn’t put a lot of effort, I was glad. I wasn’t being treated like a princess, but he still was one of the nicest guys I had ever met.
Whatever tension or stress I had felt, it was gone when we were seated in a booth. We conversed casually, no one would be able to tell that we met each other an hour ago. Unfortunately, due to my alcohol intoxication, I couldn’t really catch what he was saying. I could hear him, but I didn’t listen. I felt like a goldfish—I couldn’t even tell the topic we were discussing when he jumped to another one. On top of that, somewhere along the way, I forgot his name. It was embarrassing, but remembering names of people I just met had never been my forte.
When we finished eating, him, binging on his portion and two third of mine, I offered him a spearmint chewing gum and he accepted.
“You really have a beautiful smile.” He said as we exited the diner. I didn’t even know I was smiling, to be honest. I must’ve had a really fun time with him. Slowly, I started to regret that I was going to part ways with him before the dawn.
“Thank you.” I replied, trying not to giggle. He was going to be a one night adventure, and nothing more. I shouldn’t have raised my hopes, especially when I didn’t seek for a relationship at the moment. It was ironic, meeting a great guy when wanting to focus on self-development. “How far is your apartment? My shoes are killing me.”
“Why? Do you want me to carry you?” He asked, as he stood in front of me, bending a little almost as if wanting to grab me and throw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. It was ridiculous, so I took a step back, trying to signalize I wasn’t comfortable with such treatment. Thankfully, he understood the message. “We’re almost there. Two more minutes.”
He didn’t lie. He wasn’t honest, either. His flat was located on the fourth floor, and it was a real deal breaker. Especially, when the lift was out of order.
“What about your roommates? Won’t they be pissed that you bring a girl over?” I asked, when he was fighting with the lock.
“Don’t worry about it. Jimin is still at that party, and Yoongi is a heavy sleeper. No matter how loud you’re gonna scream, you won’t wake him up.”
“Wow!” I voiced, as I couldn’t believe what I just heard. He was surely confident; hopefully, it wasn’t just hot air. “Now, you better live up to my expectations because you set the bar really high.”
“You won’t be complaining.” He answered cheekily, pushing the doors open for me to enter first. Quickly, he followed me inside and turned the lights on. “Do you want something to drink, Hwajeong? Beer? Coke? Coffee?” He asked, as he kicked off his shoes, and hung his jacket on the rack in the corner.
“Anything from the fridge would be alright.” I replied and took off my shoes and coat.
Whilst he was in the small kitchenette, I took a chance to study the interior. They kept it simple; a couch and two armchairs in front of a decent flat screen TV. It seemed quite spacious with an open kitchen and a kitchen island being probably their dining room. Behind me there were four doors; three rooms and a bathroom. I was slightly envious; this flat must’ve been really expensive to rent, but at least they didn’t live with their parents, like I did.
“I didn’t know which one you’d want, so I got you both.” He said, as he set both beverages on the coffee table.
“I think I’ve had enough alcohol tonight.” I answered, and reached for a can of coke, trying to remember how much I had drunk in the last few hours; a rosé back at home, a mojito with the guys, and shots with him. It was way too much for me, but due to all the dancing, I didn’t feel any discomfort.
I sat on the couch, and he took a seat beside me, his muscular thigh brushing against me.
“It’s such a nice place,” I started, complimenting his apartment.
“Yeah, it is. Only when Jimin’s out. I swear I’d kick him out if I could.” He spoke, hopefully joking. I heard a lot of stories about annoying roommates from my friends, and I hoped that he wasn’t living a nightmare with that Jimin. “We really should take an advantage of him not being here.” He added, and I wanted to question him what he meant by that, but before I opened my mouth, his lips were already on mine, gently nipping them.
He tasted like a mint and beer, and I felt intoxicated almost in an instant.
I let out a soft whimper, and he used it to slide his tongue into my mouth. He kissed me slowly, and I placed my hands on his jaw, pulling him closer. At first his hands were running in my hair, but as we lost in the heat, they wandered down to my sides, hauling me onto his lap. I straddled him, and he leaned backward, leaning against the backrest.
Eagerly, I pulled my hips down on his crotch, the fire burning within me already. I was excited as never before. With just a little bit of his touch, I was set ablaze with passion. He squeezed my bottom, encouraging me to rub myself against him, and I couldn’t refuse. I completely lost my mind for him, as I only cared about him and how we were going to please each other.
“You’re so hot, Hwajeong.” He moaned, when I pressed my sex against his boner. With the hard-on, his pants seemed way too tight, so I undid the button and pulled the zipper down to bring him some relief. “Shit,” he cursed, when I didn’t touch him. I leaned forward and sucked on his bottom lip. “Please… touch me.” He spoke, but I wanted to tease him a bit more. It was just a one time thing, and I had to make sure he’d remember me.
I didn’t fulfill his ask, but he didn’t make a fuss about it. His hands slid under my dress, and pulled it up to my belly button. His fingers dug in my ass cheeks, forcing me onto his throbbing cock. I’d lie if I told this didn’t turn me on. I was already dripping wet for him. He looked perfect, almost as if sculptured, and he wanted me.
“God, you’re driving me crazy, Hwajeong.” He confessed, raising his hips, rubbing himself against me, desperate to find any kind of friction. I stopped my actions and smirked at him when I heard his words. Slowly, I sat on his lap, and stared into his eyes, as I grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head, tossing it onto the floor. “You’re… beautiful.” He mused, gawking at me with admiration. “I need you, Hwajeong.”
“I need you, too.” I replied, and crushed my lips against his into another passionate kiss.
He was losing all his patience, and I almost didn’t have any, too. Everything about him, the way he kissed and touched me was making me crazy, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed him as much as he needed me.
When he realized I wasn’t going to make it easy for him, he knew he had to dominate me. He had let me tease him, and I was taking too much time he was willing to offer. With me still straddling him, he slid his right hand under me and tugged my panties to the side, rubbing his thumb across my sex. He barely touched me, but the pressure was enough to get me moan.
“Nope, I can’t wait.” He spoke, and before I managed to react, he hoisted me up, and I squeezed my legs around him instinctively. Rather quickly he approached the entrance of his room. “You got me too worked up.” He commented, as he gently put me on his bed, instantly hovering over me, my thighs caressing his sides.
“What can I say? I couldn’t help myself.” I answered cheekily, and pulled him down by his T-shirt to kiss him. He reciprocated immediately, swirling his tongue around mine. My arms touched his tensed shoulders before they slid down his chest right to the hem of his shirt. I was only in my underwear, while he was fully clothed—something was definitely wrong. “Strip.” I ordered him, and he glared at me. It meant no harm, but I knew he didn’t like taking orders. “What? Hurry! You didn’t get me scream yet.”
“Don’t worry about it, Hwajeong. You’ll be moaning my name so loud you’ll lose your voice.” He said, and I cursed under my breath.
Although I tried my best to disguise my mistake, he could sense that something was off. It was dark, only street lights, giving some light into his room, yet I still could see that he raised his eyebrow at me in a questioning manner.
“What’s the matter?” He asked, halting his actions. With his cock pressed against my folds, he stared at me, waiting for a response.
“Nothing. Everything is alright. Let’s fuck.” I quickly blabbered, pulling him down again.
He pulled away instantly, and scrutinized my face, as if trying to see through my lame lie. “Oh my God! You totally forgot my name!” He yelled, both offended and amused. It must’ve been the first time it happened to him. “Oh my God! I can’t believe it!” He hollered, and dropped his head, so I couldn’t see his expression because of his fringe. Slowly, I wanted to start to panic. It was so embarrassing, but it looked like he was more red-faced. “Wow! You are really something, Hwajeong.”
“Sorry, I’m not really good with names. It’s nothing personal. It’s all on me.” I began to blabber again, but I stopped when I heard his laughter.
“This is ridiculous.” He shook his head, staring at me, being propped on his elbows. “It’s Jeon Jungkook, and don’t you dare ever forget that.” Jungkook said, sounding a little threatening. Of course, he wouldn’t do anything to me, I didn’t want, but he’d be pissed beyond words if his name slipped my mind again. “I’m really tempted to punish you now.”
“Oh, trust me. I’m gonna make it up to you.” I announced, as I smirked at him, my hands sliding beneath the waistband of his boxers. He thrust his hips when he felt my cold fingers gently running across his skin, striving my touch. Slowly, I wrapped my digits around his length, giving him a few light strokes. I could tell he wanted me to go harder, but he had to be patient.
“Just suck it. I bet your mouth’s damn amazing.” Jungkook urged me, and although I didn’t really like his bossy tone, it turned me on even more. He didn’t even wait for my consent; he must’ve sensed I wanted him so much I’d probably do anything to please him. Rather eagerly, he lay on his back, and entwined his fingers behind his head, waiting for me to take care of his pulsating dick.
Licking my lips, I threw my legs over his hips, straddling him. “God, I can’t believe I’m doing this.” I confessed, as I pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees, staring at his erection. He was impressive; long, thick and throbbing for my attention. He was definitely bigger than any of my exes.
“You’re not a virgin, are you?” Jungkook asked, and I totally understood his suspicion.
“No, it’s not like that. It’s just my first time with a complete stranger.” I explained, and sent him a reassuring smile that everything was fine. More than fine, actually. At this point, I didn’t even know how to voice my excitement. Although I had many doubts about it, it was amazing. “I should’ve tried it sooner. I can’t believe what I was missing out on.”
Jungkook smiled. He must’ve really liked the fact I enjoyed his company so much.
“Oh, you have no idea. The best is yet to come. I’m gonna fuck you right.” He spoke, and sent me a mischievous smirk.
“I hope so. You’ve promoted yourself so vividly.” I said slowly, each word rolling off my tongue. My hands were on his shoulders, leisurely splaying across his toned chest, as I placed delicate kisses all over him—his neck, collarbones, abs, and crotch. Yearning for my touch, Jungkook kicked his jeans off his legs, and forced his hips against my hand. He was impatient, and I couldn’t blame him.
I gently squeezed my hand around the base of his cock, making him hiss. He sounded heavenly, and I wanted to discover all sounds which could escape his mouth. Slowly, I was stroking his length, staring at his face. His eyes were closed, he was smiling, his chest moving up and down as he breathed. Jungkook was handsome, but right now, completely bare under me, he was perfect. Not even a single flaw. Even his little scar on the cheek was gorgeous, making him look even manlier.
Spitting on my hand, I rubbed my saliva in his cock, using it as a lube. He let out a quiet whimper, and bit on his bottom lip when I began pumping my fist up and down his cock faster. He didn’t even do anything, and I was already throbbing for him.
A little bit of precum oozed, and I quickly smeared it across his length.
“Use your mouth, scatterbrain.” Jungkook groaned, and I let out a sigh at the nickname. Of course, it wouldn’t let it slide, the label nailed to me, remaining until my departure. “I know you want it.” He added, and I looked away. He was so confident and straightforward to the point I felt intimidated.
Staring at his cock and muscular thighs, I gnawed my bottom lip before I ducked my head, and gently licked the tip, sliding my tongue down to the base.
Jungkook tensed up due to my touch, and I smirked, looking up at him. He was staring at me, as if he couldn’t wait any longer to see his cock disappear in my mouth, as I swallowed him.
“Yeah, just like that.” Jungkook encouraged me with his low voice, as I started to suck on the tip. With hollowed cheeks, I took more of him at a time, my left hand holding the base, the right one squeezing and massaging his balls. “Look at me when you suck me off.” Jungkook spoke in an authoritative tone, as his hand sneaked to touch my chin and tilt my head, forcing him to look at me. He urged me to maintain eye contact with him, but at the same time, he was gentle, delicately caressing my skin with his thumb.
My head bobbed up and down his length, as I swallowed him as much as I could. It wasn’t enough for him, though. His right hand slid across my cheek to my hair, as he grabbed a handful, and forced me onto his cock to deep throat him. A single tear formed in my eye, but strangely, I wanted him to continue. I felt dizzy, and I couldn’t wait to get fucked, just as he had promised.
“God,” I moaned, as I pulled away with a loud pop. “Jungkook, please, fuck me already.” I begged, staring into his eyes, hoping the way his name rolled off my tongue would convince him. He looked at me, smirking, as if planning something sinister. I was tired of playing games, he had to stop teasing me.
“How bad do you want me?” Jungkook asked, as he raised his thighs, making me fall onto his chest. I was lying on top of him, trying to prop myself on my elbows, and Jungkook only smiled at me. “Come on, coyness aside, admit how much you want my cock.” He whispered into my ear, nipping the shell. Admittedly, his low voice did send shivers down my spine.
“Ah, you have no idea, Jungkook.” I moaned quietly, hoping my voice would excite him at least half as much his voice excited me. “I’m all wet for your cock. Please, don’t make me wait.” I purred, grabbing his earlobe between my teeth, tugging at it playfully.
“Jesus Christ,” Jungkook panted before he jerked up, turning us around. “You’re so damn hard to resist, you know that, right?” He said, and ducked his head down to suck on my neck. I didn’t want him to leave a hickey, but once his lips were on my skin, it felt too good to push him away.
Jungkook hand slid under my bra, as he cupped and squeezed my left breast. “Ah…” I moaned, and unconsciously pushed my hips, seeking for any friction as he deliberately refused to touch me. I rubbed myself against his erection, while pulling his head against my neck. “Jungkook, please.” I cried out, but Jungkook was taking his time slowly unclasping my bra, tossing it onto the floor, the same leisurely movements when he took off my panties.
“You know nothing about patience, do you?” He asked, even though he already knew the answer. What did he want to prove with that? I thought we had already established how needy I became, striving for his touch.
“Ah…” I bit back a moan, when Jungkook lowered his hand to my sex, rubbing my folds with his long fingers. Instantly, I replied to him, lifting my hips up to grind against his palm, seeking more friction. “Jungkook…” I breathed out, pressing my cheek against his pillow, my eyes shut close.
“Yeah, that’s more like it.” He spoke, as he pushed his forefinger inside of me, and I immediately responded, trying to ride his hand. “You like that, don’t you?” He asked, and with his free hand, he made me look at him, at his eyes burning with desire. “You’re so beautiful whimpering beneath me.” He confessed before he leaned down to attack my lips, while he added another finger, pumping it in and out mercilessly.
“J-Jungkook, please, fuck me. I need more.” I panted, as he started placing moist kisses across my jaw and neck.
“God, you’re so tight.” He gasped, as my words must’ve really urged him to go further. “You barely fit around my fingers, are you sure?” He asked, and I nodded. I was dripping, and I knew I could handle his thick cock without any more stretching. “Fuck,” he cursed, withdrawing his hand to reach into his nightstand in search for a condom.
“Let me,” I said, as I snatched the small package from him, wanting to roll the condom down his erection.
The tip of his cock poked against my entrance, and I couldn’t help but let out an excited moan. This was really happening, and I was ready like never before. This was amazing, and if Jungkook kept going like that, I was sure it was going to be the best sex of my life.
He pushed his hips forward, filling me completely with his throbbing cock. At first, he slowly slammed his length as far as he could, but gradually he picked up his pace, setting for faster rhythm. I no longer cared to keep it down; with each thrust I moaned and whimpered under him, encouraging him to pound his cock harder. My breasts were bouncing as he rocked his hips, my fingernails digging into his biceps.
“Oh, God. Just like that! Fuck, Jungkook!” I screamed, but he kissed me, trying to muffle me. His tongue sucked mine, and I completely gave into the kiss. His hips thrust with the exact speed, and I was so close to reaching my orgasm. “Can I ride you, Jungkook?” I breathed out, as he pulled away only to slam his lips against mine again.
Instead of giving my a verbal response, Jungkook stopped moving, and gave me a gentle peck, as he pulled out and lay on his back, waiting for me to climb on top of him. I quickly threw my leg over his thighs, straddling him. “Did I tell you how beautiful you are?” He asked, as his hand reached out to my breast, fondling it gently.
Smiling at his compliment, I grabbed his cock, and positioned myself to sit on it. He slid right in, and I couldn’t help but moan when he filled me, throbbing. Gently, I placed my hands on his muscular shoulders before I started to ride him. I moved my hips back and forth swiftly, instantly setting a fast rhythm.
Although I wanted to be in charge for a while, Jungkook wouldn’t let me, as he began thrusting from beneath me. My breasts bounce in our pace, and Jungkook couldn’t tear his eyes away from the view in front of him. I couldn’t blame him, I was staring as his tensed abs and thighs.
Almost as if he heard my inner thoughts, his hand ran down to my sex and started to rub my clit.
“Ah… fuck, fuck!” I shouted, a heat of pleasure hitting me, the sign of my approaching orgasm.
“Yeah, come on my cock.” Jungkook moaned, his hand massaging my clit.
“Ah… Jungkook!” I cried out, my nails digging into his skin, as I felt closer and closer to my high. “Come with me, p-p-please.” I moaned, feeling my walls slowly clenching around him. Millions of tiny explosions erupted in my heat, waves of pleasure running to every cell in my body, as I finally reached my orgasm. I threw my head back, my eyes tightly closed, as I continued to ride him, knowing he was close, too. “J-Jungkook!” I screamed on top of my voice, a freeing sensation ripping me into pieces.
“Fuck!” He hollered, as he tensed, filling the condom with his sperm, as he came. “Ah… Hwajeong. You’re fucking amazing.” He moaned, while panting as the orgasm overwhelmed him. He looked heavenly handsome with his pleased face. Especially when I knew I made him that way. It was so damn rewarding!
When my orgasm started to fade away, I joined him on the bed, breathing heavily.
“Fuck, that was incredible.” I panted, as I closed my eyes, savoring every second of my high. I had never been fucked this way before, my exes hadn’t felt even half as good as Jungkook did.
“I kept my word.” Jungkook simply said, and although I had my eyes shut, I could feel he was smiling. “Though, I am not sure if it felt so good without your input. Girl, you’re fucking amazing.” He confessed genuinely, and I smiled. It felt nice being appreciated. “Give me ten minutes. I am so into round two.”
I hummed in consent, as I snuggled closer to the pillow, the last bits of my orgasm still perceptive. Jungkook was panting beside me, and the sound of him lulled me to sleep. I didn’t even realize when I gave into the embrace of the night.
I woke up, when I felt his body shift beside me. It had always taken me a lot of time to accommodate to a new environment, so when I fell asleep, I was hyper aware of his presence. Even the slightest movement would stir me awake. Although I had no idea for how long I was sleeping, it couldn’t be long. Long enough for Jungkook to doze off too, but definitely not longer.
He was close to me, his arm thrown over me. Carefully, hoping I wouldn’t wake him up, I sneaked out of the bed, searching for my clothes which must’ve been scattered all over the floor. Without any major trouble, I found my underwear and quickly put it on. Unfortunately, I couldn’t locate my dress. At first, I looked under the bed, thinking it got there somehow, but then it occurred to me that we started off on the couch, and the missing article of clothing must’ve still been there.
I really didn’t want to bump at any of his roommates, especially wearing only a pair of panties and a bra, so I checked the time. According to Jungkook’s clock, it was 4:30 a.m.
The apartment was silent, I could only hear Jungkook breathing. Assuming, no one would walk on me being half naked, I twisted the knob, and exited the room, carefully closing the doors.
The lights were turned off, so either someone had been awake when Jungkook and I had been having sex, or Jungkook had switched them off when I had been sleeping. Personally, I’d prefer if the second option was true, but unfortunately, it didn’t change the fact that I didn’t know where the light switch was, and I didn’t want to wake up anyone at this unholy hour.
I could see the outline of everything, so I carefully moved toward the couch. Thankfully, despite my clumsiness, I didn’t trip.
The dress was sitting right under the coffee table. Sighing in relief, I picked it up, and put it on.
I had no idea what to do next. I couldn’t really come back home in the middle of the night; especially when I couldn’t check the bus timetable. It was still late, and if I walked out of the apartment, I would wait for one for at least half an hour. I didn’t have enough money to take a taxi, either.
Besides, it would be rude of him if I left Jungkook without saying goodbye. The sex was great, and that was the least I could do.
I looked around the apartment, and I noticed frosted glass doors slightly open. Without any doubt, I could assume it must’ve been the bathroom. Quickly, I made my way toward it, switched the lights on inside, and closed the doors behind me.
I saw my reflection, and shook my head disapprovingly. My makeup was ruined; the red lipstick gone, the mascara and eyeliner smeared around my eyes, the fluid almost completely wiped off. My hair was a total mess, too. Swiftly, I twisted the faucet, and took some soap on my hands. I’d rather show myself without any makeup than having it all flaking. Moreover, if I had to take my first walk of shame, I’d try to look the most presentable I could. Hopefully, people would assume I’m going to work, not going home after amazing sex with a stranger I met in the club.
Having washed my face and combed my hair, I walked out of the bathroom. The digital clock on the cooker showed 4:49 a.m. I didn’t really want longer than necessary, but waking him up didn’t seem right, either. I really had no idea how to kill some time, so I just sat down on the couch and heaved a sigh. Not knowing what enticed me, I reached for a remote, and turned on the TV, instantly reducing the volume.
I flicked through channels, but nothing interesting was aired at such hour. After a while, I settled for a 'Family Guy’ rerun, and placed the remote on the coffee table. I had already seen that episode, but it was fine, since it was an exceptionally funny one. Unfortunately, I only managed to watch five minutes of it before it ended.
My stomach started to growl, demanding food, and although I didn’t want to, I walked to the kitchenette and opened the refrigerator.
Suddenly, I heard someone fighting with the lock by the entrance doors. I panicked, and quickly shut the fridge close, before whoever tried to get in managed to catch me red-handed. Not knowing what to do, I just leaned against the cooker, and stared at the intruder who switched the lights on.
He immediately noticed me, and I smiled at him sheepishly.
“Hello, you. Yoongi or Jungkook?” He greeted me and asked, as he kicked off his shoes and threw his jacket on the couch. I answered him truthfully, and he smiled as if he could figure it out himself. “I’m Jimin.” He introduced himself, as he approached the doors of Jungkook’s room, and slammed his fist against it a couple of times. “Jungkook! Wake the fuck up!”
I couldn’t believe in what Jimin just did. I had tried my best to be considerate and quiet, yet he just barged in, yelling at the top of his voice.
Although I didn’t say anything, Jimin turned to me, and sent me a smirk, tilting his head toward the refrigerator. “Top shelf, suit yourself.” He spoke, and winked at me before he disappeared into his room.
When Jungkook didn’t leave his room within two minutes, I assumed that Jimin didn’t manage to wake him up, so I quickly opened the fridge to look around. I examined the top shelf, it was almost empty; a can of whipped cream, a half cube of butter, a jar of blueberry jam, and a few slices of cheese.
Sighing, I reached for the whipped cream, and took a mouthful straight from the can.
I snapped my head when I heard a noise; it was Jungkook, coming out of his room, wearing only a pair of grey boxers and a white T-shirt. His hair was a mess, yet it looked hot when he ran his hand through it. “What the fuck do you want, Jimin?” He asked, his eyes were still closed, so he couldn’t see that Jimin was back in his room, and I was rummaging through his food stocks. “Oh, Hwajeong, it’s just you.” He said, staring at me, his eyes slowly focusing on the can I was holding.
“I’ve overstayed my welcome, haven’t I?” I asked, when I swallowed the whipped cream, gawking back at him.
“You think?” Jungkook asked rhetorically, as he raised his eyebrow at me.
“Sorry,” I smiled sheepishly, “I just wanted to properly say goodbye. Besides, I don’t know what time my bus leaves.” I explained, while he walked toward me, sitting on the top of the kitchen island, as if waiting for me to continue. “If I appear clingy to you, please know I am really not. I didn’t mean to.”
“You can act however you wish if we get to repeat the previous night.” Jungkook confessed casually, and I didn’t think I understood him correctly.
Jungkook smiled. What did he mean? It was just a one time thing, and the vital point of it was that it happened only once. Besides, I really didn’t want to date anyone at the moment. It was fun when it lasted, but it was over now. We both had got what we wanted, and now it was time to part ways.
“Back in the club, you said that honesty is the best policy.” Jungkook started, and I nodded, being willing to hear whatever he had to say. “We really don’t know each other, so I don’t think we have a lot to lose. I’ll be frank with you, Hwajeong. The last night was amazing, I think it’s the best sex I’ve ever had, and I’d like to repeat it sometimes. I’m not really good at dating, but I guess, we could try something else.”
“Something else as in friends with benefits?” I asked, making sure I followed his reasoning. Jungkook looked me in the eyes, and nodded. “Well… the problem is, we aren’t friends, Jungkook.” I pinpointed, and he didn’t know how to answer me. My argument was pretty critical to that arrangement.
“But we can be.” Jungkook fought back, but I wasn’t having his argument.
“Yeah, but we may not click. We might be compatible in sex, but we can be complete opposites in other aspects.” I spoke, enjoying the conversation with him. I really liked to argue with people, especially when the argument itself didn’t necessarily hurt any of the parties. Moreover, it would be really fun if Jungkook and I continued what we were doing. Unfortunately, I was afraid we really weren’t made for each other to be friends. I didn’t know him, and I had no idea how good of a friend he’d be.
“I’m willing to try; how about you?” He asked, and I wanted to smack him for playing with my feelings, pressuring me to do something I didn’t want. He was like a terrorist right now, pushing all the blame on me. Ugh.
“Yeah, I guess.” I answered meekly, not sharing his enthusiasm about it. “We could hang out for a week to see if we can be friends, and if everything goes smoothly, we could try this whole friends with benefits thing.” I carried on, and he nodded in consent, complying with my proposition. Frankly, he didn’t have any other option, since he was the one who wanted us to keep seeing each other. “And my real name is Kim Seol, sorry for lying to you.” If we really decided to be friends, he couldn’t keep calling me Hwajeong.
“Wow!” Jungkook exclaimed, looking rather confused. “Is that all? Are there any other lies?” He inquired, and I shook my head. We couldn’t build a friendship on lies, and I’d come clean with everything, but there wasn’t any. “Should we seal the deal with a kiss, then?” Jungkook said in his low morning voice, as he jumped off the kitchen island to approach me. He leaned forward and closed his eyes, but I only raised my hand with the can of whipped cream, and sprayed it into his mouth, laughing.