Jungkook felt ashamed in how excited he was for the upcoming lesson. His hard –on had long disappeared by the time night had fallen, but the virgin's arousal seemed to hang around.

Entering his apartment after work, Jungkook quickly rushed to the shower to prepare himself for the coming night. He cleaned with every single product he had in his shower – something he never usually did. His hair, his body, in every place, everywhere was thoroughly cleaned. The last thing he could handle was the woman telling him he stunk or that he was dirty.

He'd probably burst into tears, right then and there.

After leaving the steamy shower and wrapping himself in a towel, Jungkook went through all the clothes he owned. Nothing seemed to suit the situation, seeing as how they were either suits or workout wear. It occurred to him that he should have invested in some casual clothing, but he had never really felt a need before now. His usual destinations were work and the gym and his closet reflected that.

Feeling conflicted about what to wear, Jungkook reached for his phone from his bedside table and face timed Seokjin, hoping the older man would have some idea of what he could wear. He obviously had no else to ask.

The phone rung for a moment before Seokjin picked up. His face was covered in a green skincare mask, and slices of cucumbers lay over his eyes. Jungkook wondered whether it wasn't the best time to call.

"Yes?" Seokjin didn't sound the least bit interested as he leaned back into the bath he was in.

Jungkook took a moment to figure out what he was trying to ask his secretary. "I need your help." He finally blurted, feeling awkward as he pressed his lips together and waited for the older man to accept or reject his request.

Seokjin reluctantly pulled the cucumber away from his eyes with a glare Jungkook's way. "I'm not your secretary outside of company time." He grumbled, pulling into sitting position as he gave the younger boy a displeased expression. He placed the cucumber into his palm in such a prim way it seemed as though he was a king.

"Please?" Jungkook sounded pathetic, but he needed advice, and though he wouldn't call at any other time, this was rather urgent to him.

Jin sighed loudly, "Alright, what is it?"

Jungkook quickly ran with the phone over to his closet, turning the camera towards the meticulously hung clothes. "I have nothing to wear!" He complained like a child, waving the phone around in frustration.

"Why the hell do you only own suits?" Seokjin spat, his eyes widening at the plethora of freshly pressed work outfits. The CEO certainly had no clue about the real world and it was slowly driving Seokjin insane.

"Because, I never go out!" Jungkook replied, feeling more and more frustrated as the time passed. He wanted to be ready – and wanted the house in a certain order – before she arrived. He couldn't imagine how stupid she would think he was if he opened the door in a white towel.

Jin pinched his nose bridge with a groan, "I can't believe I'm doing this." He sighed.

"Alright," He began, "Seeing as though you have nothing casual, just pair your black work pants with a white top."

Jungkook nodded eagerly, rushing to pull out a black pair of pants and white shirt. Without realising what he was doing in front of his secretary, he hurriedly dropped the towel and pulled on a pair of boxers. This action was met with a loud choke from Seokjin.

"Fuck sakes, Jungkook!" He cried, throwing a hand over his eyes, "I didn't ask for a fucking strip show!"

Jungkook blushed as he noticed the implications, "Oh, sorry." He muttered coyly, turning the phone away as he donned the rest of his clothes. There was a continual sound of fabric brushing fabric coming over the speaker to Seokjin.

There was an upset sigh from behind the screen of the phone, "I just wanted a self-care night."

Jungkook ignored this as he continued to pull each of the clothes on. When he was finished, he fished for the camera and turned it towards himself. He smiled widely as he gave Seokjin a view of his outfit.

"What do you think?"

Seokjin inspected over the get-up as if he were a stylist, critiquing his work. The first thing he noticed was that Jungkook had buttoned the top all the way to his neck, like he would for work. "Unbutton the first three buttons."

"Why?" Jungkook inquired, thinking that by doing that it would make the outfit seem a little shabby and unorganized.

Seokjin sighed again for what felt like the millionth time that day. "Do you trust me, Jungkook?" He huffed.

"Yes?"

"Then unbutton the top three buttons." Jungkook did so, reluctantly, allowing for the fabric to lay more comfortably over his toned chest. Seokjin looked over the outfit again and was rather satisfied with the way it looked. Sure, Jungkook was one hell of an idiot but he sure had the physique to make up for it.

It was a wonder he was still a virgin.

"There." Seokjin announced apathetically, "You look better." He placed the cucumbers back unto his eyes and leaned back again, hoping the younger man wouldn't question him once again. His spa night was very close to becoming ruined with the boy's presence.

Jungkook, trusting Seokjin's judgement, meekly thanked him and hung up the phone call, not wanting to disturb him further.

He made his way down to the kitchen, and just as his feet met the tiled floor, the doorbell rang. Jungkook's eyes widened enormously as he rushed towards the door. His heartbeat frantically in his chest as he imagined what the girl would look like on the other side, but he tried to brush away the thought to avoid the possibility of getting aroused once again.

In a hurry, he placed grabbed his socks and shoes from the doorway and put them on his feet, almost tripping over as he balanced to do so. The doorbell rang again and he shouted a croaky, "Coming!" as he hurried to unlock the large white door.

His eyes nearly popped out of his skull when he opened the door to reveal the delivery pizza girl. She was no longer a simple retail worker anymore, however. The face that had been tired and clear when he'd last seen her was covered in sultry dark shades of makeup and it only made him drool for her more. A large coat covered her voluptuous figure, and somewhere deep down Jungkook couldn't wait for it to be on the floor.

"Uh, hey." He greeted weakly. What else was he supposed to say?!

She gave him a smirk that bordered on the sexiest thing he had ever seen, causing him to step back in shock. Self-consciously, he opened the door wider and stepped to the side to let her in, gesturing cutely with his hand to do so.

Lola noticed his tenseness as soon as he had opened the door. His breathing was heavy to the point in which she would have believed he had been running if not for the clean get up he sported. There was a deep cloud of cologne around him as he opened the door further, smiling like some little schoolboy.

She let her gaze rake over his features as she stepped inside, appreciating his gorgeous features. She had been with many handsome guys, but this guy was something else. From the deep dark hair brushing across his forehead and the chiselled features along his face to his chest peeing from under his unbutton shirt, even down to his thick, sturdy legs, she knew she had scored the human jackpot.

With confident, erotic movements, Lola pulled the coat off her shoulders and revealed the silk, black dress beneath. The spaghetti straps tied gently upon her shoulders and the lettuce hem of the dress hung just below her ass cheeks, occasionally letting Jungkook get a peek of the lacy thong behind it.

Jungkook's eyes narrowed to the area as he shut the door behind them, almost choking at the sight of her thick porcelain skin and that black fabric that encased it. Trying not to be a creep, he sped past her to the kitchen, grabbing the wine he had brought earlier and showing it to her with a smile like a child showing their mother their pet rock.

"I-I bought this." He stuttered, mentally slapping himself for doing so, "Would you like some?"

"I'm not a fan of wine." Lola replied curtly, setting her bag down on the chairs beside the bench. Jungkook's smile fell from his face and he felt embarrassed, immediately searching for an alternative through the fridge. His embarrassment only worsened when he realised the only thing he had inside his fridge was his favourite beverage – banana milk.

He turned to Lola with a bright red face, "I only have banana milk."

"I'll just have water." She responded curtly. Jungkook felt like an idiot as he uttered a small, "Oh, of course," before rushing to get her some. He was trying to seem manly and cool but felt like a mental case in her presence. Just the powerful smell of her musky perfume was enough to send his mind into a tornado of nervousness.

He passed her the drink and immediately blurted, "What's my name is Jungkook?"

"I'm sorry?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, reaching for the glass of water. She took it cautiously from his hands and sipped it while leaving her confused gaze dancing along his face.

Jungkook felt like bashing his face into the marble bench. He had been so nervous that he had mushed up, "My name is Jungkook," and "What's your name" into one sentence. He attempted a chuckle to cover it up.

"I meant, 'what's your name?'" He rectified, leaning his biceps against the marble in order to keep his hands from shaking constantly. His attempt to be confident was slowly melting into the floor and she could see right through it.

A seductive smile curled her crimson lips once more, "Lola."

"Lola," Jungkook repeated, enjoying the feel of the syllables against his tongue. It sounded exotic and very close to what he thought her name was. "I'm Jungkook." He introduced, placing a palm against his chest.

He knew his short burst of minimal courage wouldn't last much longer when Lola leaned over the counter, her breasts spilling out of the neckline of her dress in front of his view.

Her voice, like a whisper, ran its way right through his spinal cord.

"What do you say we stop beating around the bush and get this started, Jungkook?" 

A/N:

Jungkook about Lola throughout this whole book:

https://youtu.be/lTy2DfSgwEw

Jungkook about to get his 

Pants: Dropped

Weiner: Out

Face: Red

Moans: Up

Hotel: Trivago

Oml i hate myself

please continue to read this book so I can film  a video of my self yelling 'geronimo' as i jump off mount Everest because this book is driving me mad- 

okay bye