MinSeo thought ever since she moved to a new school she would never have to see JungKook ever again. The first day when she got to the bus stop she saw someone lean against the stop sign so she looked at them. Her eyes widened when she saw who it wa...
MinSeo looked down and saw that her shirt was hanging down which exposed her chest, her eyes widened and she pushed herself away from him and held her shirt to her skin.
"Aww.. I liked the view..." JungKook pouted.
"Pervert.." She said, mumbling.
"You love this pervert, come on.." He said holding his arms out for a hug.
"No hugs for you, you said I talk to much." MinSeo crosses her arms and puts more pressure on one foot than the other, a sassy stance.
"But I love your voice! Its such a beautiful thing to hear!" JungKook said, getting up and walking towards her, his arms still open.
MinSeo started to move away, "Don't come near me..."
He walked closer, "I wanna hold you!" He whined.
MinSeo glanced around before making her way back into the kitchen which made JungKook quietly follow after.
MinSeo wasn't facing the doorway so JungKook crept into the kitchen, went up behind her and back hugged her which made her scream.
"I didn't do anything wrong.. Why'd you scream?" JungKook asks, resting his chin on her shoulder.
He laughs, "I'm sorry baby..." He said calmly, rubbing MinSeo's right side.
"If you were sorry... You wouldn't be doing what you're doing right now.." MinSeo said, biting her lip afterwards. Damnit JungKook, why does your touch make me feel this way? I didn't like you before... What happened? She wondered.
JungKook slid his hand underneath her shirt which made her shiver slightly at his touch, "What am I doing?" He asked, "What am I doing to you?"
MinSeo hesitated to tell him so he squeezed her side gently, "Well baby, what am I doing to you?" He asks again, whispering in her ear this time.
"You're making me go insane... Your touch makes me wonder if I'm going to be okay later..." She said quietly, to shy to say it confidently.
He squeezed her side again, "That's good... I'm the only one that makes you go insane just by touch.. Right?" He asked and she nodded, "Use words, I'll believe you then."
"Y- Yes.. You're the only one that makes me go insane by touch..." She said quietly, feeling her soul leave her body by what JungKook is able to make her do just by touching her side.
He kissed her ear, "Good girl, you know words." He smirked slightly, knowing he can say anything to her and she won't go against it since he has control over her now.
JungKook slid his hand down from her waist and to her thigh after a couple of seconds. He heard her full since he was still behind her before he kissed her neck.
"JungKook..." MinSeo called out quietly.
"Yes, baby?" He asked in such a deep tone it made MinSeo shake a little.
"Please stop...." She told him.
"Why should I stop? Tell me.." He said, rubbing her thigh slightly.
"You're going to give me a heart attack..." she tells him, looking back but he makes her look forward again.
JungKook stopped for a second but just moved his other hand to the left side of her body. His right hand on her thigh and his left hand on her side. MinSeo swallowed her saliva nervously before JungKook stopped touching her completely. MinSeo turned around and looked at him, pouting a little.
"Why the pout? I thought you wanted me to stop?" He asks.
"It feels weird... Not having your hands on my body..." She confessed which made him stare at her for a while before smirking
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MinSeo just scratched her head shyly before JungKook grabbed her shoulders and looked her in the eyes, "You're adorable.."
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And before MinSeo could reply with anything, even a smile he pulled her closer and just kissed her, moving his hands back down to her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
