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Devora had changed out of her clothes, putting on comfier and larger attire for her night's rest. Jungkook waited patiently in her living room, sitting until she gave him the okay, allowing him to enter her room.
Jungkook was still in a pair of jeans, laying his back against the headboard of Devora's bed.
"I'm sorry I don't have any comfy clothes for you to wear." She apologized, sitting in front of his relaxed body.
He dismissed her apology, waving his hand. "Don't worry about me, I'm okay with what I have on. As long as my girl's comfortable." He assured her, the corner of his lip curled into a playful smile.
Her belly was invaded by butterflies, acknowledging how captivatingly stunning Jungkook looked in the pearlescent moonlight. The shining glimmers of the bright rays peeked in through her bedroom window, accentuating his pretty eyes, and that mole underneath his lip.
Her breathing sputtered, grinning at his nicknames, looking down at her toying fingers.
He nudged her softly with the side of his leg, chuckling. "Why are you so far away? Come lay with me."
His low gravelly voice rose the tiny hairs on the back of her neck, blushing as she followed his order, gingerly shuffling her way over to the space he made, idling for her arrival.
She placed her head above his strong chest, positioning her leg over his, along with an arm hung over his torso.
Devora rose amidst the rhythm of his breathing, gently rocking her up and down like a baby in a cradler.
She could fall asleep right there, solely by the tranquility that seeped off his sculpted warm figure.
His hand carefully latched above her head, combing her soft hair with his long fingers, slowly massaging the top of her head with the tips of his digits.
She melted under his soothing touch, mumbling to herself in satisfaction and euphoria.
"Are you okay?" He asked in a quiet murmur, feeling his chest rumble against her left ear.
"Yeah, I'm okay. All that yelling and arguing just reminded me of the time Adele passed." She lamented to him, trying hard to keep her eyes open.
Jungkook shut his eyes, shame and remorse flooding over him. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Devora looked up at him. "There's really not much to talk about. My family just argued a lot after her passing, and it was something I didn't know I buried inside me, that's why I reacted the way I did during the whole scene in the parking lot."
She lifted herself off from his chest, joining him against the headboard, facing each other.
"I'm sorry you had to experience those memories again." He placed his hand on the side of her hip, caressing her with his thumb.
Devora pulled herself closer to him, setting her right hand over his large bicep. "It's okay, it was time for me to face them again and get over them."
"Get over them in a healthier way, not experiencing those fearful memories again."
She smiled, oddly grateful that he was able to feel for her. "Jk, I'm okay now. I feel so much better." Gently squeezing his arm. "Let's move on to a lighter topic."
"Okay," He hummed, looking up at the ceiling. "We could talk about how cute you were when you were dancing." Jungkook glanced at her, a smug smile appearing on his expression.
Devora laughed. "Oh, so I was only cute when I was dancing?"
"No, of course not." He rolled his eyes, jokingly. "You were so cute, all night."
"Well, sober me doesn't always dance." She stated. "So, you won't see that unless I'm drunk."
"Well, you're still kind of drunk," Jungkook pressed his lips, "You could still dance for me right now, can't you?"
Her heart flipped, swatting his arm. "Suddenly I'm sober."
As the night went on, the two of them conversed.
Laughing at each other's details, and correlating to one another.
The more they spoke, the more she realized how much of a stress relief communicating was.
When it was with him, she was able to tell him the things that she hadn't told anybody ever since Adele's passing.
Jungkook was somebody she could trust with such confidence.
She was infinitely appreciative of how attentive he was, and how much consideration he put into their relationship.
The space between their two bodies was almost nonexistent, leaving no room for personal spaces that neither of them wanted.
Her fingers were spread over his chest, and her leg laid in between his two muscular legs.
His hand remained on the side of her thigh, indulging in her presence with utter gratitude.
She breathed out. "I don't want you to leave." Sulking over the inevitable.
His finger pushed her fallen hair strands behind her ear. "I'm still here." He muttered.
She shivered at his soothing touch, eyes not moving away from his. "I know, but I want you to stay."
"Where would I sleep?"
She grumbled, pinching her lips as she took his question into serious consideration.
"You could sleep here. With me."
"No, Dev. You're drunk and not thinking straight." Massaging his palm over her hip. "It's better if we get some rest, in our own rooms. You can call me in the morning, telling me all about your hangover."
"I'm not drunk. It's been hours since I last drank something." She defended herself, a scowl forming by his comment.
He began to consider her invitation for him to stay the night. Though, he would need to sleep in a separate room.
"I just don't want you to leave." Devora repeated herself, rubbing his back with her fingers.
"I'm right here Devora, I'm not leaving."
Her cheeks permeated with red, feeling a particular way when his hand would slowly roam from her hip to her thigh.
"Okay, but stay here all night, with me." She insisted.
He stopped his movement, "I could. But I can't sleep in the same bed as you." Jungkook established.
That truly was a disappointment for her to hear.
She didn't want to force Jungkook to sleep in the same bed as her because she had no idea if it would make him uncomfortable or not, she just wanted to feel him while she drifted off to sleep.
She wanted to wake up and find him there, still.
"But we're a couple. What's so wrong with sleeping in the same bed?"
"Sober Devora would not be pleased to find me in your bed the next morning." He claimed.
Her lips thinned, stirred by that. "Well, sober Devora needs to loosen up."
Air blew through his nostrils, chuckling at her comment.
Devora shut her eyes, trying to think pensively, and silently to herself.
Considering Jungkook's comment, would sober Devora approve of him sleeping in the same bed as her?
That was sort of difficult for her to answer since she wasn't exactly sober, no matter how many times she denied being drunk.
Still, him being there felt so right.
He was already pressed up so close to her, his hands were on her body, and she just wouldn't battle the provocative thoughts of him that sporadically flared in her mind.
Devora was one hundred percent certain that it's what sober Devora would feel, too.
She opened her eyes again, finding that Jungkook had shut his eyes, too.
He looked utterly seraphic.
His cheeks were flawlessly molded, along with his delicate rosy lips that were laid out overtly.
His jaw was relaxed, but the cutting line still remained fixed on his countenance. The hoops on his earlobes shining against the moonlight, along with the piercing that went through the skin of his eyebrow.
Devora shifted, closing the gap that was between their faces— reaching in for his delicate neck.
Her lips brushed against the smooth part of his chin, laying kisses over the exposed area.
She heard him exhale, his arm snaking over to her back, reeling her further in.
Her hand reached for the back of his neck, pressing her lips against him again.
His chest buzzed, mumbling something as she suffocated his neck with kisses.
He felt her tongue poke against his sensitive areas, holding his breath to keep himself controlled.
He wanted to remain as quiet as possible, squeezing her thigh for support as he let her continue her small itinerary.
Devora backed away, tracing her hands over the strong muscles on his abdomen.
"Jungkook?" She whispered his name.
He mumbled a yes, eyes slowly opening up after completely disintegrating over her caresses.
"Are you ready?" She asks with almost no context behind her words.
His eyebrows knitted. "Ready?" He repeated her words, slipping his hand back to her side.
"Yeah. I wanna do it, don't you?"
"Wha— huh?" His lips separated, dubious as to what she was talking about. "What are you talking about?"
"You know... s e x." Devora spelled out the words, too bashful to entirely say it.
His lips remained separated in astonishment.
It reminded him just how inebriated she still was.
He remembered talking to Devora about this. How she was still a virgin. Yes, he wanted to do all those kinds of things with Devora, but when she was sober and fully aware of her actions.
He wasn't going to share their first time while she was intoxicated and under the influence of hidden feelings.
"Devora, do you know what you're asking for?" Jungkook finally responded.
"O-of course I do," She claimed, hands suddenly sweating. "We love each other, so why would it be an issue?"
"Us loving each other isn't the issue here." He went on. "The issue is you're drunk, you really want to be intoxicated for our first time?"
"But— but I'm okay with it, I'm ready."
"No, Devora."
"Yes, I am." She was obstinate, and stubborn when it came to her decision.
"You were just falling asleep in my arms like five minutes ago."
Devora dropped her eyes from his, looking down at the small space that left their bodies untouched.
Was she being too pushy?
It was like he said, the sober version of herself would never want to have sex if she were drunk.
But, she knew there was a possibility that she would never be ready in time.
The thought of Jungkook leaving her because she wasn't ready to take another step in their relationship was undoubtedly far-fetched.
Yet, when she thought about it, he wasn't a virgin. How much patience could he have for a virgin?
"I— I'm sorry." Mumbling, keeping her hands to herself. "You said you'd wait for me, what if... if I'm never ready?"
Just because he wasn't a virgin didn't mean he was consistently thinking about sex, and it didn't mean he had it every other day before Devora came into his life.
He'd wait years for Devora.
He truly loved her, so why would he ever rush her into something she didn't have intentions of doing yet?
"I don't think you understand that I'd wait years for you." His hand grabbed onto hers. "I'd never rush you into something you wouldn't want to do."
She flushed, breaking the intense eye contact that he insinuated. "Thank you for your reassurance. Are you upset with me?"
"No, but it would upset me if I ever hurt you."
Devora's fallen lips pulled into a smile, laughing at his way of thinking. "Jungkook, you could never hurt me." She squeezed his hand. "You say funny things sometimes, Jk."
Again, she chortled, pressing her lips. "Jk... that's a cute nickname. You're so cute."
Jungkook was smiling in amusement, acknowledging how fast the topic changed, as well as the mood.
Things were lightened solely by her radiant smile and appeasing laughter.
Drunk or not, being able to talk to her and jump from one topic to another was therapeutic. Jungkook was always more of a listener, he liked it that way since Devora always had something interesting to talk about.
He wanted to hear her opinions on things first before he spoke for himself.
"Can I ask you something?" She sprung up another question.
He nodded. "Sure, ask anything."
"You don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable." She advised, intertwining her fingers with his. "Um, I know you're not a virgin. So... how did it feel?"
His eyebrow lifted, conveying his puzzlement.
"What do you mean? Like, how did it feel to lose my virginity?"
"Yeah, and um... was it a nice feeling?" Her cheeks reddened.
Devora truly was curious, though.
Of course, he didn't have to answer if he didn't want to. But, that wouldn't stop her inquisitive conceptions.
These were questions that she always had intentions of asking him ever since she found out that he lost his virginity. She just never had the courage to ask.
For multiple reasons.
Jungkook hadn't touched upon the topic in quite some time, he nearly forgot how his first time even played out.
"Honestly, the first time, it wasn't all that great." Averting eye contact, entirely embarrassed with himself.
Not uncomfortable. But, embarrassed because of when he decided to give his virginity away.
"It was in college, with this older girl who I thought I really liked and thought she liked me too. Before it happened, I just decided why not? Everybody always talks about it, and I just did it to see what the talk was all about, I guess?"
Her eyes tightened, listening to his story carefully. "But you weren't pressured or anything, were you?"
"I don't think so, I mean it was clear the girl had already lost her virginity, so she was almost impatient when it came to me being doubtful about it. In the end, I was the one who decided to lose it, so I wasn't pressured or anything."
"Did you finish?" Devora asked, unabashed.
"Did I— No, not the first time."
Her head ticked to the side, confused. "Wait, so you've done it more times?"
"Just two more times with another girl that I was with."
"Oh, so you finished the second and third time, then?"
His fingers tapped against the back of her hand. "Yeah, I did."
Her eyes were now engulfed with wonder. "How did that feel? Was it nice, at least?"
If Jungkook was being entirely honest, the last time he ever came close to having sex was almost a year and a half ago.
The sensations were difficult to recall, his events in life had been so engrossing ever since then, and he hardly made time for himself to bring upon those similar sensations.
"It was fine, it's something I could already get with my hand- or yeah."
She shook her head, perplexed. "Wait what? Your hands?"
"Nevermind. That's a totally different conversation."
Devora chuckled, looking at their hands that remained fixated. "Please tell me you wash your hands."
Jungkook shrugged, grinning at her comment. "Well this one is the wrong hand, but yeah I think I wash them." He joked.
Her hand squirmed out of his hold, pushing his chest away. "You're so gross," Wiping her hand onto his shirt. "But, I bet my hand could do better than yours." Devora jested.
Jungkook took her comment into consideration, readjusting his hand over her hip. "I wouldn't mind finding out."
She gasped, attempting to pull his arm off her, but his grip was solid. "You're gross! I was joking." Devora watched his eyes close as he pretended to picture it in his mind. "Oh my god, don't think about me doing that— No!"
Both broke out in laughter, Devora placing her head on his chest to keep her crimsoned cheeks covered.
His hand reached behind her head, carefully brushing his fingers through her hair.
"Are you finished with your little quiz?" He proceeded to ask.
Devora escaped from his chest, looking up at him. "I think I am. Thank you for answering them, I know they were a bit raw."
His lips puckered against her forehead, "As long as you're satisfied."
Her veins were fueled by his delicate kiss. "You always satisfy me, Jungkook." She left a quick peck on his cheek.
His heart did a twirl, sensing how tempered his ears grew by the slight contact she made.
"You're so presumptuous, Devora." He teased her in a whisper, grinning.
"You wouldn't want to have me any other way." She responded with closed eyes, wrapping her arm over his back.
His hand attached itself to her waist, massaging her torse with his pressing thumb. "I'd have you in any way. Presumptuous, or not."
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