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First kiss.
It was something she never put intricate or contemplative thought into. Devora invariably saw it one way — if it happened then it happened, and if it didn't, she would never force it.
But, now that she's had her first kiss with somebody who she has an exceptional reverence for, Devora felt perforated by passionate thrill and intensity.
Experiencing a distinctive way to express her love for Jungkook unfurled a peculiar sensation in her gut, a buzzing sensation she never anticipated to transpire when she had her first kiss.
She wanted this form of love all the time with him.
It brought them to a greater bond, Devora was able to trust him, to show him a side of herself that she herself hadn't even seen.
It was the next step to their relationship, affixing them together with a bond that was even more substantial than before. There were no rueful feelings, she could never regret giving him her first kiss.
She trusted him with that.
With many things, in fact.
The week after their kiss, Devora wasn't able to properly think, and being able to do her work adequately was a lost cause — all that was on her mind was Jungkook.
As if she was some young teenager going through her first-ever high school relationship.
A mushy relationship with exclusive love and fervent care for one another.
So naturally, when Jungkook told her about plans that Jimin had initiated — she was more than happy to comply, to get her mind clear and working again for a new week at work.
Jimin had proposed they all get together and go clubbing, considering it had been a while since they were able to go out as a group.
Devora incessantly felt guilty for always tagging along with the guys.
She believed she obliterated the conception of a guy's night by being the only woman there.
"Don't any of them have partners or something?" Her hands disheveled the ends of her hair. "So I don't feel left out."
Jungkook raised a brow, keeping his attention on the road. "What do you mean so you won't feel left out? They don't mind you going." His blinker flickered. "Actually, Jimin wanted you to come. He said to bring you."
That made her feel better, truthfully.
Jimin wanted her to be there? That was sweet of him.
"Really? He wanted me to come along?" Placing her elbow on the console between them.
"Yes, really." His firm jawline protruded as he reached to view their destination. "I don't think you realize how many people actually enjoy your presence." Advised Jungkook, pulling into a large parking lot.
That could be true.
She just didn't want to be the girlfriend that constantly tagged along with her boyfriend to places when all his buddies were there.
Devora had no idea if any of the guys had partners, but it would be nice if they would also bring them to places.
"You enjoy my presence too, right?" She touched up on the obvious.
His lips curled into a grin, looking at her through the corner of his eyes. "Of course I do." His right hand let go of the wheel, gently tugging on her hair in a teasing way.
Devora laughed, slapping his fingers away. "Stop, the curls will go flat if you keep that up."
Jungkook pulled into a parking space that was a bit further from the building they would be in.
She watched as a familiar male hopped out of a black Hyundai, running his fingers through his hair as he waited for two other men to get out of the car.
"I think Jimin's here?" Slightly doubting herself, struggling to get a good look at his face.
He removed the keys from the ignition. "Yeah, that's Namjoon's car. I think he and Jin tagged along with him."
"Oh, and what about Hoseok?" Questioning where her boss was that night.
"He's with Yoongi and Taehyungie, I'm pretty sure."
Devora breathed out, massaging her legs. "Great. A shot of patrón sounds like heaven right about now."
"Have as much fun as your heart desires. I'll be the one watching over you tonight." Jungkook promised, being a caring boyfriend.
She turned to him with a warm expression, reaching over the space between them to kiss his lips.
"Thank you. But, I'm not gonna leave you with such a huge responsibility."
"What do you mean? You're not a responsibility I have. I want to make sure you're okay and having fun." Placing a hand on her cheek, studying her features in the faint light the car provided.
Although Jungkook was her boyfriend and taking care of her was an expectation, he didn't see it as an assignment. He was already a pretty watchful person, and he wanted to make sure Devora was doing alright.
In simple terms, he wanted to watch out for her.
To make her feel safe.
"I promise I won't get torn. I'll be able to walk myself to this car tonight." She pointed down, trying to disregard his warm hand on her cheek.
Devora failed miserably when she felt her heart rate spike, discovering he kept his eyes glued on her.
"Oh. I'll carry you to this car if it comes down to it."
Devora snorted an incredulous laugh, unable to turn away with his hold on her. "Jungkook, I'd never let you do that. That's just embarrassing." She lamented.
It has happened before when he carried her all around his house, all because she smacked his ass with a cleaning rag.
That day reminded her to keep her teasing ways at a limit when it comes to Jungkook.
He would unfailingly want his form of payback.
His teeth were as white as pearls, shining with no need for light. "What? I've carried you before."
"And it was the most humiliating thing." Shaking her head. "I'm not exactly tiny."
His eyebrows instantly pinched together in confusion.
She wasn't skinny, but she wasn't exactly heavier either.
It was this awkward state someplace in the middle, her stomach wasn't as small as she wished it could be, nor did she have a thigh gap that every woman wanted and every man expected them to have.
But never once did Jungkook look at her and think about her weight, or think about how much skinnier she needed to be.
"So what? I like your body." He stopped, thinking about how suggestive and explicit that might have seemed. "No, what I meant was-"
"I know what you meant Jk, don't worry about it." Biting down on her cheek to stop from smiling.
His hand moved to her hip. "Really though, you're perfect. You look amazing in that outfit. In everything, actually." His thumb rubbed against the material of her clothes, his fingertips reached below her upper thigh, gently gripping her leg.
She exhaled, in a daze by how close he was to her face.
Devora watched him lean in closer to her, assuming he was going in for a kiss.
Slightly closing her eyes to recreate his movement, before stopping when she felt his lips peck against her cheek.
Disappointed, her mouth opened to say something, interrupted by a harsh and dramatic knock that came from the passenger window.
Devora watched Jungkook put on a blithe expression, seeing that it was Jimin.
He laughed, pleased that he was capable of frightening Devora. "Boner patrol!" Jimin shouted, threatful eyes on Jungkook.
Jungkook giggled his silvery laugh, no shame in not burrowing his childish humor in front of Devora.
Jimin opened the door for her politely, watching her step out of the car.
She embraced his slightly taller figure. "It's so nice to see you again." Her speech was softened against his shoulder. "You guys don't come around the office often enough."
His body leaked a natural scent that smelled a mixture of men's soap and freshly bloomed lavender.
No need to put on cologne when Jimin already smelled that of a God.
"I know." He complained with her, releasing her body. "Hobi hyung should hold more fashion shows so we can come around more." He held onto the sides of her shoulders, laughing.
"Sorry for interrupting your alone time in the car." Jimin raised his eyebrows, watching Jungkook walk over to them.
"No, it's okay. We were just talking." Devora lied, feigning innocence.
"Oh sure, because there's definitely thigh grabbing when people just talk, huh?"
Jungkook cleared his throat, rubbing the tip of his nose, teeth clamping above his lower lip to stop him from grinning.
"You're lucky I won't charge you for watching." She joked, animated when she heard Jungkook's distinct chuckle.
"I did not watch! I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time." Jimin defended himself, putting his hand against his chest.
"Guys? Are we heading inside or what?" Namjoon's gruff voice added into their discussion.
"Last one in has to buy a round of drinks." Seokjin declared, proceeding his way to the door.
Jimin placed his arm over Devora's shoulder, leading her to the entrance of the club.
"Have you ever been here before?" He asked, looking down at her.
Her eyes looked up at the sky, trying to answer his question honestly. "Actually, I don't think so. I don't normally go to clubs." Feeling Jungkook's hand intermingle with her fingers, walking beside the two.
His eyes went wide in disbelief, looking up at Jungkook. "You've never brought her here?" His beautiful pink lips were separated in utter astonishment.
"What do you mean? I'm bringing her here now." Jungkook mumbled in response.
Jimin reached behind Devora's back, striking Jungkook's arm for the sarcasm he used.
"How do you stand that asshole?" Jimin questioned Devora, shaking his head.
She giggled. "I'm younger than him, I kinda have to stand it."
"Oh shit, that's right, you are younger. Wait, you're old enough to drink right?"
"Dude, she is not that young." Jungkook answered for her.
"Yeah, I'm almost twenty-two, and law states I can drink legally when I'm twenty."
Jimin hummed, his lips pinching to the side in theory. "So you're into older guys, huh?" Raising his eyebrows. "Four years, that's a pretty big gap."
"Well, I guess Jungkook is the only older guy I'll ever be into." She shrugged.
Devora never thought about it that way.
Jungkook just came around and got involved in her life unexpectedly, age was never really a concern for her.
Jimin glanced at Jungkook, a pleased expression carved on his features from her response.
"We'll drink to that." Jimin winked at her, satisfied.
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