𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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I never would have thought men with lipstick smeared across their mouths would look attractive. It seems my thoughts have changed on the matter. Regardless of who would be standing in front of me at this second, anyone who has their lips coated with lipstick like Jungkook's would look hot to anyone, including me.

His hands remove themselves from my hips and take their placement on my behind where he suddenly lifts me without any struggle. Although I know how buff he is, he's not straining at all to lift my weight, which only, for some reason, makes me more nervous, yet excited.

Aggressiveness oozes off of him when he drops me on the table in the corner. His waist is in between my legs while his lips are attacking mine once more. My breaths of air are drowned by the suffocating action of needy kisses and lip bites in between mere seconds of breathing.

One minute I was fine, bravery in my being, heart beating normal, and now, I'm a mess. My lips are red like his, swollen from the lip biting and the intensely harsh sucking he brings to my bottom lip.

With an impolite gesture, he rudely pushes me down to the table where my back is resting against the table while he crawls over me. With his palms glued to either side of me, he hovers over me with a glint in his eyes. The glint is a mixture of chaos and pleasure. It excites me.

My lips fall open from the unexpected action of his lips roughly sucking on the skin of my neck.

My fingernails dig into the surface of the table, leaving behind scratches no doubt because the way he has me feeling is enough for me to lose all sense of reason. Is this how situations like these are supposed to feel?

While kissing my neck, his hand comes around to my neck, beginning to lightly squeeze, but he quickly stops what he's doing and raises up.

"Sorry," he breathes fast, panting from how quickly everything escalated. And it did escalate.

Although I want to tell him not to apologize, I keep that to myself. "It's okay," I return the same level of pants, and I sit up, quietly regaining our breaths from the much-heated experience.

"No," shaking his head, his black locks fall over his eyes, messing up his fixed hair and making it messy. "It's not," he places his palms on the edge of the table and stands up, walking away from me.

He slides his hands into his pockets, walking away to the other side of the room with his back facing my way. I have no clue what happened. One minute everything was spicy and the next he's giving the cold shoulder.

The words of asking if he's okay die on my tongue when the basement door opens from above, calling for us to come upstairs and that our time is up.

Without waiting for me, Jungkook starts ascending the stairs first. I slide off the table and follow behind, fidgeting with my fingers the whole way up the stairs and out of the back door of the store.

"Now, hurry and leave before you drive any more of my customers away," the bald man ushers us out of the back door exit which leads to the spacious alleyway.

The owner of the store shuts the door behind him, and the silence which takes over us is shattering, in a way.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I walk closer to him and ease around to where I can see his face. "Is everything okay?"