"I'm sitting next to her." Jimin declared with a knowing smirk, occasionally glancing at Jungkook beside me who wore a sour look. It was one thing to be involved in a love triangle - but to be fought over by two, intensely hot men? Damn, that butt exercise must've worked.
"Alright - go on, then..." Jungkook replies as he leans towards the window, a playful glint in his eyes. "So my baby can move over and sit here instead." he continued, patting his lap with a smug smirk. This causes me to choke on air, struggling to take in Jungkook's words while he smiled victoriously at me.
Am I a female protagonist now? I thought to myself, running a hand across my face. This isn't what I envisioned - the trip was supposed to be me studying ahead of time while Jungledoo gets distracted with other matters....or does it have to be? A wry smile spreads across my lips, and I pulled Jimin down onto my lap.
"If it's going to be like this, you can just sit on me" I held Jimin down, and a scarlet red instantly flushed across his cheeks. He glances away from the fabric of my skirt laying on my bare thighs, obviously trying his best to hide his reaction. But his happiness was however - short lived, as Jungkook pulls him onto his own lap like I expected.
"Oh look - the bus is moving, you shouldn't stand up." I smirked to myself as both of them stared speechlessly at me. My eyes darted to the other side, ignoring their small bicker as they squeezed together on a single seat.
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"What the hell was that?" I hear Jungkook's voice behind me as I attempted to tidy the bedsheets sprawled onto the floor. I had gotten the role to set up the beds for the boys' quarters, before our trip the very next morning - but my rival decides to mess it up, again. I put my ears on deaf mode and continued folding the sheets together, balantly ignoring his babbling.
"Polkadots. Stripes. Shortie. Rank two." He traces the number two on my back sulkily, watching me do the work. I tried my best to hide my smile as I pat down the wrinkles on the bedsheets while humming a song. "You really won't answer me?" He buries his face into my back, embracing me tightly. I felt my self control slipping like water on rock as his arms held onto me like a little child, asking for some attention. No Soojung, you can't-
"...I love you." he whispers into my ear, and I froze. As my cheeks flushed a fluorescent pink, I felt my legs turning weak - it causes me to fall back nicely into his chest, where Jungkook then traps me with his arms, nuzzling close to my body.
Oh god. I held back the screams in my throat as we locked eyes. His parted lips curved into a smug smirk while he observes my flustered reaction, joy evident in his eyes. Before I could even begin to process the situation, our faces were already inching closer and closer - until footsteps sounded on the other side of the door. It didn't take long for me to notice that I'm alone with a man in a room filled with beds.
Jungkook pushes me down onto the bed, pulling the bedsheets over our bodies just as the horde of boys made their way into the room. The close proximity of our bodies sent alarming signals to my nerves, and my breath fell short. Jungkook takes advantage of this and kisses me, his lips busily sucking on mine, as well as the rest of the air I had.
"Someone's sleeping already?" I heard the muffled voices behind the sheets. Jungkook presses my face into his broad chest, peeking out to greet the newcomers. As he held onto me, I felt his hand sliding on my bare thighs in a sensual manner. "I can't sleep now, I'll thinking of my baby girl tonight." He replies, and I could hear the smirk in his voice.
An audible gasp leaves my mouth at his words, and he hides underneath the sheets yet again. He then presses his lips onto mine to silence me, kissing me with an insatiable lust and hunger. The voices beyond the covers begin to drown out - I'm now focused entirely on how skillfully he's morphing his lips onto mine, and even though I hated to admit it - Jungkook was an A+ kisser.
When I pulled away to catch my breath, he starts to plant small, intimate kisses on my jaw and down my neck, inching towards my collarbone where he sucks deeply to create a hickey. "Jungkook..." I grabbed his sleeve tightly, falling prey to his touches that send my mind into a blissful madness.
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A/N: if Jungkook and Jimin were a snack, they would be Juanito Pops and Chimmy Chips