When the campus heartthrob Jeon Jungkook who's actually a secret, self-professed romantic at heart, and the innocent country girl Kim Y/N, who's actually not as timid and docile as she seems, end up sharing a dorm for the semester, both discover tha...
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"OH MY GOD, Jungkook!" I yelped in surprise when he suddenly knelt to pick me up bridal style before tilting his head to give me an amused look.
"You do know even God can't save you from what you've signed yourself up for, right baby?" His eyebrows rose as he brought his mouth closer to my ear, a devilish little smirk making its way onto his full lips. "So unless you wanna get caught by someone who obviously can, I suggest you hush until we get to your bedroom."
That managed to effectively shut me up as I instantly pursed my lips and nodded.
Jungkook chuckled silently, eyes alight with amusement as he quickly padded up the stairs, reaching my bedroom in barely ten steps and elbowed open the door before letting us in and firmly shutting the door behind.
"Welcome to my room?" I mumbled quietly, my tone bashful as Jungkook looked around our surroundings, the corners of his mouth lifting into a roguish smirk when his eyes fell on the picture frames by my bed.
"Lock the door first." He said, angling his body in a way that made it easy for me to reach for the door. "Can't risk anybody walking in on us because unlike last time, I plan to touch you quite thoroughly when I'm on top of you."
My cheeks warmed as I remembered the time in Gwangalli when Hoseok sunbae had accidentally walked in on Jungkook and I grappling in bed and had drawn a completely inappropriate and incorrect conclusion.
Funny, now that we were actually about to do something inappropriate, Jungkook was taking no chances. The thought made my heartbeat quicken as my mind wandered to a thousand different places. Just what did he plan to do that he was this insistent about privacy after we had practically done the dirty in my living room?
Or maybe that didn't count.
Was it only the actual act of sex that could be referred to as 'doing the dirty'?
In all honestly, I wasn't so sure about the terminology. But the sudden change from his behaviour earlier unnerved me slightly as I found myself on the threshold of a completely unfamiliar territory.
I swallowed back the sudden sense of nervousness that swarmed me and looked up at him.
"Are we going to have sex?" I asked, completely serious as Jungkook paused to give me a look, raising one of his eyebrows.
"Why? You don't want to?" He didn't seem to be smirking anymore, his voice calm and his face rather solemn as if he genuinely wanted me to answer him truthfully so he would know how to proceed, if at all.
"No," I shook my head, before immediately realising my mistake and shaking it again a little more vigorously. "No, I mean I don't don't want to hav—erm—no, as in yes, I do want to." I blabbered, a little confused myself but continuing anyway in hopes that he'd understand exactly what I meant even though I wasn't exactly doing the best job at communicating my thoughts right now.
