𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃

72 | change can be amazing

"I don't know if you remember, but before you left, I came over-"

His eyes widen like plates, and he cuts me mid-sentence. "Hold the fucking phone, is this the guy you told me about, the one you were watching from your car?"

"What? I wasn't watching anyone from my car."

"Yeah, you were creeper." Jungkook barks out a laugh. "I remember, it's the guy you were tailing from your car, and you were going to meet a client and once you reached their apartment, you found out he was your client. You fought and you treated him like shit when he was being nice to you, then came to my place to fuck me." He blinks twice then looks at me with hopeful eyes. "Am I right?"

I blow out some smoke his way and he waves it off. "Yeah, you remember correctly."

"I have to meet him." He rubs his hands together. "If you're fucking him, he must be a cool guy."

"What the fuck does that mean?" I snap.

"I mean, you were fucking me and I'm awesome." He says with a shit eating grin. I take a whiff from my cig then blow the smoke directly on his face when he shuts his eyes and coughs. "Asshole," he grits. "So, is he any good?" He asks arching a brow and I roll my eyes. "Come on, you have to tell me."

"I'm not answering that question."

"Nox, we've been fucking nonstop for about a year. I know what you like." He says confidently.

"You know what I needed." I correct him. "With Jimin it's different. I fucking love having sex with him. I love being around him in general, you know?" I say dreamily. "This week was dreadfully boring without him. I couldn't see him as much as I wanted to because he had to focus on his exams. All I did was work, cook, sleep, and wait to see him for a few minutes. Those minutes were precious to me because Jimin knows how to make me smile after a long fucking day and when all I want to do is bury myself in my bed and stare at the ceiling. He makes me want to do absolutely anything as long as it's with him. He makes every slow, monotonous day seem worth living because he's the reward. It sounds fucking insane, but I see myself with him on the long run."

"Gross. You're talking about him like you're in love or something."

I smile. "That's because I am."

"Wow," he mumbles. "You sound weird saying that."

"Shut up," I crack up then grab the cushion from behind me and smack it across his face.

"No, I'm serious. Your eyes look loopy, like you're on an acid trip." Jungkook immediately covers himself as I attack him with the sofa cushion, and he bursts into a fit of laughter. I chase him around the living room with my new fluffy weapon. He runs around like a lunatic while I hunt him down with the cigarette hanging from my lips, not caring about the ashes that fall on the floor.

"You look like you're high when you talk about him!" He jokes.

"You little shit," I grit out and he climbs on the kitchen island, and he stands on all fours when he starts twerking.

He pokes his tongue out and I throw the pillow on his wiggling ass only for it to ricochet and fly across the room to a bunch of candles I once brought him, bringing them all down. Jungkook starts laughing harder than before and this time I give in when I find another pillow to throw at his butt only for it to catapult on the other side of the kitchen island, past the bar stools. I approach him and smack his ass jokingly and he winces.

"If my ass didn't feel like it was on fire, I would have been hard now." He groans, rubbing his behind. "Does Jimin like being spanked too?"

"God, you're a fucking handful."