𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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After a few minutes passed, I come to the conclusion of doing it. The sooner I do it, the faster we can get out of here.

"Let's get this over with," I remain frozen in my place when he steps closer to me. I shut my eyes, too nervous to leave them open. His boots hit the floor when he steps toward me, and my heartbeat picks up.

He places his index finger underneath my chin, tilting my face higher for him to see. Letting my eyes stay closed, I feel the tip of the lipstick meet my lips. He moves the red shade across my top lip, then bottom with ease.

"Okay," he steps away, and I open my eyes. He mimics his actions from earlier while taking me in once more.

Putting the top back on the lipstick, he slides it into his pocket and comes near again.

"Where should I kiss you?" I don't think I've ever said anything this blunt in my whole life. However, I know time is something we both don't have. I can't beat around the bush when we're in a situation like this.

"We can start with our lips," I know the situation is dire, but when he lowers his voice and makes his words sound so delicate, it stirs something deep within me.

The softness in his eyes, the way his hand suddenly lands on the side of my cheek, waiting for my approval is enough to relax my nerves for the time being. Soon, it hits me. He's acting this way to calm me, which is working.

"Okay," my voice slips out uneasy, but not weak, or scared, only a little nervous from kissing a stranger. However, when his hand falls from my cheek to rest underneath my chin once more, he tilts my face up to him again.

This time, I don't shut my eyes. I take in the nerve-wracking moment and watch his lips come to mine. When our lips finally meet, I shut my eyes, trying to relax against the kiss.

He removes his hand from underneath my chin and grabs my hands. He places my hands on his chest and rests his hands on my hips. The weight of his hands on my sides does something to me. Unknowing what the feeling is, I settle for the inexperienced me instead. All of this is new to me. Of course, I would feel some sort of emotion from it.

It feels good, in an odd way. As with everything that has recently happened in my life, I'm constantly being turned upside down. Although what we're doing now feels so wrong considering my earlier thoughts, I forget about them and enjoy it instead, despite my lack of experience.

I don't think of Jungkook when his hands pull me closer, when our lips make a movie-effect sound of kissing that I've heard hundreds of times before, or even when his kiss and touch become a little more urgent and rough. I ignore the person handling my body and instead focus on the feeling.

The heat radiating from his chest. The warmth from underneath his shirt is almost teasing me. Not only that, his chest is rock hard, lined down with toned abs which I can easily trace the shapes of them when I let my hands travel downwards.

My boldness surprises me, but what comes next, surprises me more. He pulls away from the kiss, making my eyes open slowly to see his eyes are as hazy-like as mine from the intensity of our shared kiss.

"Put your arms around my neck," he's not asking, he's demanding. While bringing my arms from his chest to circle around his neck, I notice the shade of red smeared across his swollen lips.