this chapter is a beast—clocking in at a jaw-dropping 11k words of smut and a little fluff (my usual chapters are always within 3k words!) dive into the sinful chapter first, and don't forget to cleanse your soul with some holy water along with jungkook afterwards.

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I clung to his shoulders immediately, seeking support as my knees weakened beneath me. His thigh rubbed insistently against my most sensitive spot, while his teeth gently nibbled at my neck, making me grow desperate and breathless.

"J-Jungkook..." I whined, overwhelmed by the embarrassment and pleasure from his thigh. Was this really happening to me? Was my dream finally coming true?

He didn't let up, his thigh continuing its tantalizing rhythm as he moved to capture my lips with his. The kiss was fervent, urgent, and filled with a need that mirrored my own. "Ever since I saw you in this damn dress, I've been losing my mind," he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with desire. "You have no fucking idea what I want to do to you..."

And you have no fucking idea what I want you to do to me, Jeon Jungkook.

Still, I blushed deeply, not just from his words but also the seductive tone of his voice. It dripped with desire, making me grow impossibly wetter. I ached for him to strip me naked and touch my body directly. Heck, if he wants to go a step further and starts fucking me inside the bathroom, I wouldn't even stop him.

And as if all my wishes were coming true tonight, Jungkook didn't waste any time. His large hands slid up my sides, fingers expertly finding the hidden zipper at the back of my dress. In one swift motion, he unzipped it and tugged the top of my dress down, baring my shoulders and exposing me only in my black lace bra.

The delicate fabric hugged my curves perfectly, and the demi-cups lifted and accentuated my shape. Was I expecting this to happen? Yes. Ever since he'd promised to do this to me, I've wanted to be prepared just in case. The cool air hit my skin, sending shivers through me as he took in the sight with a heated gaze.

He didn't notice his thigh had stopped moving, so shamelessly, I ground my hips against his muscles, desperate for any friction. I need to let him know that I wanted this just as much as him. When he finally realized what I was doing, his eyes widened in surprise. The shy Jungkook seem to resurfaced, adding a thrilling contrast to the heated moment.

"Why did you stop?..." I whispered, a soft moan escaping my lips as I shivered under the pleasure of his thigh against me. My body was hot—burning even, and I could feel the fabric of my panties clinging to me as I continued to move.

"Oh god..." he muttered under his breath, torn between devouring my breasts with his eyes or focusing on my hip movements rubbing against his thigh.

His touch was more confident tonight, his fingers tracing up my side until they delicately found the lace of my bra. With purposeful intent, he squeezed gently, savoring the softness and warmth beneath the delicate fabric. His hands fumbled briefly with the clasp at the back, and a frustrated groan escaped him in his urgency. Finally, with a swift motion, he decided to push my bra upwards, revealing my tender breasts to his hungry gaze. Anticipation surged through me, causing my nipples to stiffen under his eyes, yearning for his touch.

This was the second time he'd seen my breasts, but I still couldn't get over the shyness of having my body exposed under the lights, right before his eyes. However, he'd always do a good job in providing me reassurance with how eager he was to see, touch, and feel me.

His mouth enveloped my hardened nipple, his lips and tongue teasing and sucking, sending intoxicating waves of pleasure through my body. I felt his warm breath caressing my skin as he glanced up at me with his eyes ablaze with desire. His voice, a husky whisper against my tingling flesh, reverberated with raw emotion, "You look so fucking beautiful tonight, Soju. So unbelievably beautiful that I can't stand the thought of anyone else laying their filthy eyes on you. I want you all to myself, to see you only for me. I love you—and I love every inch of you..."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mixture of desire and anticipation pooling in my core. And did I mention? He always expressed his love for me and my body, reassuring me that there was no need to feel shy about revealing myself to him. "I love you too... so much, Jungkook..." I murmured, my voice betraying my longing. The intensity of his gaze fueled my desire for more, the desire for deeper connection and pleasure surging within me. His thigh, though electric, was no longer enough.

With a bold move, I guided his hand away from my breast, bringing it down between my thighs. Pressing his palm against my warmth, I silently conveyed my hunger for him. I am sure he could feel how soaked I was because of him.

His mouth parted from my nipple, surprise flickering in his eyes. He leaned back for a better view, his gaze fixed on where his hand now rested. Just two days ago, his hand had been achingly close but never really managed to touched me here. Now, I had placed it there myself. My breath caught in my throat as his index and middle fingers glided over the damp fabric of my panties, driven by curiosity and desire.

The only sounds in the otherwise silent bathroom were our heavy breathing and the faint, intimate noise of his fingers rubbing against me. He swallowed hard, his hand trembling slightly as he suddenly slipped a finger inside me, pushing the fabric of my panties with it.

Did he just fingered me?!

He gasped at the sensation of my walls enveloping his fingertip, while I gasped for an entirely different reason. How could he suddenly thrust a finger inside me without any warning? My hips jerked up instinctively, trying to escape his touch. The sudden intrusion left me feeling a slight, unexpected tear.

"I-I'm sorry," he mumbled, guilt coloring his voice. His eyes widened with panic as they flew up to meet mine. He pulled his finger out, but kept it resting against my core. He seemed as confused and frightened by his own actions as he was by the intensity of my reaction.

I shook my head, nibbling on my lips nervously, and waited for him to move again. His eyes traveled back to his fingers, and this time, he gently rubbed them over my clothed pussy.

After a few seconds, close to a minute, he seemed to get the hang of it. His fingers moved faster, making my legs grow weak under his touch. I clung to his arm for support as I turned into a moaning mess. Just like he'd always said—he's actually amazing with his fingers.

"You're dripping, soaking wet for me..." he murmured absentmindedly, lost in his own thoughts as his fingers moved even faster. The intensity of his touch against my clitoris nearly made me cum, and I quickly pushed his hand away, panting for breath. He looked at me with shock and confusion swirling in his eyes.

"T-too fast," I whined, my legs still trembling under me. "I-I almost came..."

He gulped again, a new fire of desire flickering in his eyes. "You don't want me to help you cum?..." he asked, his voice trembling slightly as his eyes searched mine for any signs of reassurance.

I do—I fucking do. But at the same time, I'm afraid. I'm afraid of the intensity he's giving me, afraid of too much pleasure. Whenever I did it to myself, I'd stop or slow down before the sensation became too intense, almost painful. But he wasn't me; he didn't know how my body was feeling. Even if I was cumming soon, he wouldn't be able to slow down or ease up in time to prevent me from feeling hypersensitive. I was a coward, terrified of the overwhelming sensations. I have never dared to let myself feel it fully.

"Soju?" His voice pulled me from my thoughts. "Did I do anything wrong? You didn't want me to make you cum?..." he asked again, his tone laced with guilt.

Sighing, I decided to give in to the situation. I wished for this, didn't I? I'd dreamt day and night of him touching me there. There was no way I could give up this chance so easily; I wasn't foolish.

My heart pounded in my chest as I looked into his eyes and whispered, "No, you didn't do anything wrong... I want to you to make me cum, Jungkook, please."

He swallowed hard and nodded silently, his hand reaching down again. I flinched as his fingers lightly brushed against my sensitive clitoris. As he began to rub up and down, the wetness of my panties, caused by my arousal, made his movements smooth and effortless.

Studying my reactions, he soon realized that my clitoris was the focal point of my pleasure. He concentrated on rubbing small circles there, causing me to moan uncontrollably. Desperate to steady myself, I clung to his arm for my life.

"Does it feel good?" he asked in a whisper, leaning in to nibble on my ear. "Do you like how I'm touching you there?"

He's asking the obvious! I'm sure he knows just what he's doing to my body!

I nodded, unable to speak through the waves of pleasure. He groaned softly, clearly in awe by my incoherence. In his fervor, his fingers slipped past the edge of my panties, making direct contact with my bare core. The jolt of sensation of his fingertips was electrifying, sending shivers through my entire body.

His breath hitched in his chest, clearly taken aback by the situation as well. But he didn't stop or slow down; he was determined to make me cum. The direct contact of his fingers against my warmth intensified the sensations tenfold. The texture of his fingertips, the heat, and the friction were really on a whole new level.

I collapsed against his chest, my body convulsing with a shuddering cry as waves of ecstasy washed over me. My grip on his shirt tightened reflexively, crumpling the fabric in my desperate clutch. Tremors shook my limbs, each pulse of pleasure leaving me breathless and feeling weak against his firm chest.

His fingers did not stop moving, just as I had feared earlier. The stimulation was quickly becoming overwhelming as he continued to rub my clitoris, unknowingly pushing me past my limits. I moaned a few more times before pushing his hand away to stop the motion. "J-Jungkook, stop, it's too much!" I gasped, trembling uncontrollably from the intense pleasure.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with surprise and worry as he pulled back slightly. "Did I... did I do something wrong? I wasn't sure if—" His words faltered, his eyes wide with confusion, unsure of what had just happened to me or if he had somehow crossed a line.

Blushing furiously, I took a moment to steady my breathing. The worry slowly faded from his face as he saw me smile.

"Y-you didn't do anything wrong," I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. "It just felt too good that it became slightly overwhelming for me... I'm okay now."

He nodded, guilt shadowing his eyes. "I'm sorry, baby," he murmured, his voice tender. "I'll be more careful next time." His gaze lingered on his fingers, now slick and glistening with my essence, his expression a mix of awe and desire.

Hold up—too much is happening all at once, and I can't process it. First, did he called me baby?! Oh my fucking god, just hearing that almost makes me cum! And now he's staring at his fingers—coated in my juices. I'm so embarrassed right now!

His eyes flicked to me, and with a hesitant but determined look, he brought his fingers to his mouth. I gasped in shock, unable to tear my eyes away as he slowly licked my fluid off his fingers, his gaze locked onto mine with a mixture of intensity and vulnerability.

"You taste so fucking sweet," he rasped, his voice thick with lust as he slowly licked his fingers clean, savoring every trace of me. His gaze bore into mine with a raw, almost primal hunger. "Now that I've had a taste of you, I can't hold back any longer... I need you on my tongue, right fucking now, Soju, please..."

He eagerly got on his knees before me, his eyes locked with mine, filled with a mix of passion and need. I watched him with a small frown, my mind racing with anticipation about what he was about to do. He's going to eat me out, wasn't he?

"I need to taste you on my lips again," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Soju, I love you more than words can express... Let me show you just how much I want to give you every pleasure imaginable." His hands slid up my thighs, fingers gripping the sides of my panties with a mix of tenderness and hunger.

He paused briefly, gazing up at me, silently pleading and seeking for any signs of hesitation or objection from me.

Lost in the haze of lust, I couldn't bring myself to stop him. He took my silence as consent and began to slowly slide my panties down my thighs. His eyes followed the trail of wetness connecting the fabric to my drenched core, and I could only blush with embarrassment.

"It's soaked," he mumbled, his voice a hint of admiration. "You must have been so uncomfortable." With a gentle sigh, he carefully lifted one of my feet, setting my panties aside with reverent hands.

My dress concealed my thighs and womanhood, and both of us gulped nervously as he slowly grasped the hem of my dress and lifted it. This was it—Jungkook would see every part of my body tonight. I wondered if he would like it or if he'd seen better ones from porn videos. Regardless, he had to accept my body as it is whether he likes it or not.

Or I'll kill him!

Damn it, Park Soju. Why are you suddenly feeling so self-conscious? Your body is perfect! Well, not really—but he should be thrilled to explore the wonders of your flawless figure! He'd better be! Besides, this virgin ass bitch shouldn't have seen any 3D woman's naked body before. He couldn't possibly be able to compare your body to anyone's, right?...

I realized how much of a coward I was when everything went dark behind my closed eyes. I had squeezed them shut before he even lifted my dress, as I was too afraid to witness his reaction upon seeing my most sensitive spot. I wasn't brave enough to face the heartbreak if he'd looked disappointed by my body.

But then, I heard a soft gasp and a few curses under his breath, followed by the sensation of his lips brushing tenderly up my thighs. I flinched in surprise, a shiver racing through me as his warm tongue traced a slow, teasing stripe upwards.

He used one hand to hold my dress bunched up on my stomach, while his other hand gently coaxed my thigh farther apart. My eyes widened in surprise, and a moan escaped my lips, quickly followed by a string of curses as his tongue traced against my entrance.

He's licking me—right there! He's actually licking my pussy! Oh my god!

The sensation of his tongue exploring my core made it almost impossible for me to think clearly. Each flick and sweep of his tongue heightened my sensitivity, leaving me breathless and feeling disoriented. In the midst of this overwhelming pleasure, a fleeting thought crossed my mind—do I taste weird? But the thought was quickly eclipsed by the sheer intensity of the moment, as my body writhed and responded to every flicker of his tongue.

My hips quaked uncontrollably as his tongue worked me over with unrelenting fervor. Each flick against my most sensitive spots sent jolts of electrifying pleasure through my body, making my legs weak and my breathing ragged. Desperate to escape the overwhelming sensation, I tried to push his head away from me, but his hand slid off my dress, letting it fall and drape over his head.

He gripped my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pinned me in place. With his hold unbreakable, he pulled me even closer to his mouth, driving his tongue deeper and harder into me. His mouth covered my core completely, and he sucked and licked with a fierce, unrestrained desire, eagerly lapping up every drop of my arousal.

My vision blurred with overwhelming pleasure as I gingerly lifted my dress away from his head. I saw him with his eyes closed, his face flushed with desire. His jaw glistened with my arousal and he moved rhythmically, muscles flexing with each hungry sweep of his tongue on me.

He looked almost insatiable.

My other hand soon tangled in his soft, curly locks, gripping them tightly for support as I was overwhelmed by the sensation of his mouth against me. Each stroke, sent waves of pleasure through my body, pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel a building pressure and a throbbing heat intensifying deep within me. The pleasure was becoming almost unbearable, my entire body trembling with anticipation as I neared the point of no return. The combination of his relentless licks and the firm grip I had on his curls, drove me to the brink, making every nerve in my body buzz with an electrifying urgency.

The thought raced through my mind—am I about to cum for the second time tonight? Will my body be able to take it?

The sensation of overstimulation began creeping back, and my knees buckled uncontrollably, nearly causing me to collapse. If not for his firm grip on my hips, I would have fallen to the floor. Sensing my lack of strength, he lifted one of my thighs and draped it over his shoulder, allowing me to rest half of my weight on him. This new angle allowed his warm tongue to penetrate even deeper, driving me wild with pleasure and causing me to scream out in ecstasy.

Is this really his first time, or does he have some secret experience he didn't tell anyone about? How is he so incredibly skilled with his fingers and his tongue?

"J-Jungkook!" I whimpered, overwhelmed by the relentless pleasure and tears welling up in my eyes. I was on the edge of begging him to stop so I could catch my breath, but a deeper part of me yearned desperately for another release.

Hearing me call his name, he reluctantly pulled his mouth away from my core and looked up at me. The sight made me blush intensely—his chin was coated in my wetness, shimmering under the lights, his eyes were dark with lust, and his tongue darted out to savor the taste of me still lingering on his lips. Before I could even catch my breath, he replaced his lips with his thumb, circling it over my swollen clitoris with a torturous precision.

My knees buckled under me again—this guy is really trying to end my life tonight!

"What is it, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice low and thick with both love and seduction. His chest heaved, clearly trying to catch his own breath as well.

Sweetheart, again?! Fuck! Me!

My mind was a whirlwind of incoherent thoughts as moans spilled from my lips endlessly. His thumb moved in a rapid, relentless rhythm, sending shockwaves of sensation through my body. It felt as though every nerve was alive, teetering on the edge of an overwhelming climax.

Sensing my impending release, he momentarily slowed his thumb's motion. It was obvious he was torn between pushing me to the brink of ecstasy, and honoring his earlier promise to be careful.

Inhaling a breath, he asked, "Can you cum for me again?" His eyes was filled with a blend of both desire and concern.

I wasn't sure if I could handle it.

My body became so sensitive now that even the slightest touch felt like it could send me spiraling into an explosive climax. I squeezed my eyes shut, the sensations cascading through me like an unstoppable tide, making it impossible to think or articulate anything at the moment. But to go home without cumming again—when I was already so near, would feel unsatisfying. I nodded my head heavily while biting on my lips.

"That's my good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with approval and desire. He eagerly enveloped me with his mouth again, savoring every drop of juice from my core. His tongue moved skillfully over my clitoris, flicking and swirling with relentless urgency, while his teeth grazed it teasingly. His middle finger, now more assertive, pressed into me with steady, insistent pressure, slowly pushing deeper.

His eyes moved up to my face, seeking any signs of discomfort I may have made as his finger entered me. I felt the deliberate intrusion of his long finger, sliding in until it reached his knuckles—the sensation was intense yet bearable.

I heard him groan deeply as my body accepted his finger, and his arousal seemed to have surged. He began to finger me at a faster pace, his tongue never ceasing its tantalizing rhythm.

"Baby, you're so fucking tight around me," he growled between frantic licks, his voice thick with raw, desperate hunger. His eyes burned into mine as he whispered against my core, "I'm going to make you cum so hard that every drop of you is mine. Can I add another finger inside you? Fuck you with them until you become a moaning, trembling mess?"

What did he just say? This can't be the same Jungkook I know—the Jungkook I grew up with was always so stupid and knows nothing about women! Where did he even learn to talk like this? Or has he always been like this, but he was just hiding this side of him away? His words made me blush a deep shade of red, but I had to admit, I fucking loved it. I was torn between shock and desire, completely in awe of this side of him.

In no time, he pushed a second finger inside me, his movements steady as he gauged my reaction. My body accepted him eagerly, feeling his fingers slide in and out of me at a relentless pace. As he curled his fingers inside me, he pressed against the sensitive spot deep within me, sending waves of electric pleasure through my core. It didn't take long for me to moan at the top of my lungs as my body convulsed with a powerful climax.

"Oh fuck, Jungkook! Oh god, yes!" I screamed, breathless and overwhelmed, as my thighs quivered uncontrollably. My leg on the floor felt weak and unsteady, struggling to support me. I squeezed my thighs around his head, the intensity of my climax so consuming that I saw flashes of light behind my closed eyes.

Jungkook pulled his fingers out and replaced it with his mouth, eagerly lapping every last drop of my release, ensuring not a single trace went to waste. His lips and tongue worked in perfect harmony, gently licking me, leaving me breathless and trembling.

Panting heavily, tears streamed down my cheeks as I clung to his shoulders, trying to steady myself. I can't believe I've came so intensely for the second time tonight. He gently lowered my leg from his shoulder and carefully carried me into his arms, setting me down on the counter.

Landing a flutter of wet kisses on my forehead, Jungkook wore a tender smile as he waited for me to come down from my high. I was still struggling to catch my breath, my chest rising and falling. I noticed his eyes roaming over my breasts, watching each breath I took with a mix of amazement and affection.

Leaning down, he placed a delicate kiss on my breast, his touch both soothing and reverent. He then helped me pull down my bra, his movements slow and considerate. His inexperienced hands fumbled slightly as he adjusted my breasts, ensuring my comfort within the fabric. His tentative touch was filled with sincerity and care, revealing his nervousness and concern for my body.

With a gentle lift, he adjusted the top of my dress, making sure my shoulders were covered while still maintaining our intimate connection as he zipped it up. His actions were filled with a quiet, loving attentiveness, every movement conveying his affection and love for me.

Then, he gently pushed my thighs apart as he now stood between them, his hand cupping my face and tenderly wiping away the streaks of tears from my cheeks. "You did so well tonight, my baby," he praised, his voice thick with desire. A satisfied smile spread across his face. "Watching you cum so hard, so beautifully, for the first time... It got me so fucking hard. I can't wait to make you cum even harder next time, to see you unravel completely under my touch..."

This bitch must be fucking insane. I am certain that I'm blushing deeply from his words. And now that he'd mentioned it, I could feel just how hard he had gotten when he pressed against my inner thigh.

However, my mind was still spinning from the waves of pleasure he'd brought me, making it hard to focus on anything else. My legs felt like jelly, and I knew I'd be sore for at least a good twenty minutes.

He continued, his voice filled with awe, "Soju, I swear, you looked so damn beautiful... Every inch, every part of you. I must've been fucking blind to even think you looked like a boy back then..."

I could agree with that.

His lips slowly moved closer to mine, attempting to kiss me. But I placed my hand on his chest to stop him. He blinked, confusion washing over his face.

"You can't seriously expect me to kiss you when you just licked my vagina, can you?!" I exclaimed, my voice panicking. "I really don't need to taste myself!"

"But you taste so good," he whined, leaning in again. "So fucking sweet... Give it a taste—you'd become addicted too."

This time, I didn't push him away. He gently captured my lips in his, his tongue diving in to explore my mouth. I frowned the moment I tasted myself—it was a little bit salty. Why the hell would he say I'm sweet then? Is he delusional?

I pulled away from the kiss, not just to stop tasting myself but also because I was breathless and drained. His eyes, still smoldering with desire, remained fixed on me, full of unmet needs. As I regained my composure, it struck me that in every intimate moment we'd shared, he had always been the one to pleasure me. I had never taken the initiative to touch him or make him feel as good as he had always made me feel.

I'm sorry, I wasn't thoughtful enough!

My gaze drifted to the front of his pants, where the fabric was stretched tight, revealing the prominent bulge straining beneath it. The shape of his arousal was unmistakable, creating a clear and intense contour that almost seemed ready to tear through the material. Just how long had he been enduring this discomfort throughout our encounter, even while he was on his knees? Seeing him like this stirred a sense of guilt and sympathy within me, realizing he had been holding back just to pleasure me.

Despite the sympathy I felt for him, I knew I was still exhausted to offer him the relief he craved. So, without fully considering my words, I blurted out, "Why don't you just take care of that here, like how you did in my bathroom?"

His eyes widened in surprise, and he blinked in silence. "W-what—you knew?"

I blushed and nodded.

He let out a soft sigh, his gaze dropping in embarrassment. The steep contrast between his earlier intensity and his current shyness was striking, and it made me want to tease him mercilessly.

I mustered all my courage and hesitantly brought my finger to his arousal, giving it a tentative poke. He gasped, his eyes locking onto my hand with a mix of surprise and anticipation. The sensation beneath my fingertip was startling—I could feel just how hard he was even through the fabric, as if his arousal were a rock pressing against my touch. Is this how all men feel like when they're erect?

"Soju?" he breathed, his voice tinged with confusion as he looked up at me, an unconfident frown forming on his face.

I suppressed a smile as I slid my finger down, tracing the prominent outline of his manhood through the material, savoring the way he shivered from such a simple touch. His shy reaction was captivating, making me wonder if he was even more sensitive than I was. Seeing him so vulnerable only fueled my desire to tease him further. I couldn't help but compare this moment to how he had touched my body earlier—was this also how he felt, like a predator savoring the rush and thrill of playing with their prey?

His breath quickened, eyes half-lidded with mounting desire as he watched my finger intently. I couldn't help but smile wider as I slowly pulled my hand away, then gestured toward my discarded panties on the floor. "Feel free to use those if you want," I murmured, my voice sultry and laden with an inviting edge.

His gaze shifted to the panties, and his eyes widened in surprise. "A-are you sure? I might ruin them—no, I will definitely ruin them," he stammered, looking back at me with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. "Are you sure you will be fine with them ruined?"

I nodded firmly, determined that the loss of my panties was a small price to pay for his pleasure. He deserved this much, after bringing me such incredible ecstasy just a few minutes ago. As he hesitated, I watched with eager anticipation, noticing the faint blush spreading onto his ears. His adorably flustered expression made me want to tease him even more. He's just too fucking cute!

"Guess I'll take you up on that offer..." he murmured, his voice husky with desire. As he bent to retrieve my panties from the floor, his eyes remained locked on the fabric, still glistening with my arousal. His thumb grazed against the wet material, struggling to tear his gaze away.

As he finally glanced back at me, his eyebrows raised in confusion. "Are you staying?" he asked, seemingly puzzled by my continued presence.

Is he serious? Is he really asking me to leave before he could touch himself? How does he even expect me to walk when my legs are still trembling from what he did to me? And why does he feel the need to drive me away before he could touch himself? He's already seen all of me, touched me, and tasted me, yet I haven't even caught a glimpse of his lower body! This feels so unfair!

He seemed to sense my growing irritation and quickly explained, "I'm not telling you to leave. I was just curious."

I rolled my eyes and let out a playful huff, crossing my arms over my chest as I leaned against the mirror. "You're curious? Well, I'm curious too. Are you really okay with me walking out like this, while my panties are still in your hands? Can I really go out and join everyone else without wearing them? If you're fine with that, I don't mind leaving the bathroom."

His expression shifted to a frown as he registered my words, and he shook his head with a pout. With a shaky sigh, he admitted, "You're right... I can't let you leave like that. Then, you should stay..."

His ears grew an even deeper shade of red as I kept my gaze fixed on him. It puzzled me why he seemed so hesitant about touching himself in front of me, especially after having seen my body and even skillfully pleasuring me earlier. There was no reason for him to feel that way—he has a healthy body! And just as he hadn't judged me when he saw me, I wouldn't judge him now. His sudden shyness was confusing for me.

"So are you going to look away?" he asked hesitantly, his body tense with apprehension. When I didn't respond, growing frustrated by his endless questions, he added, "Unless you want to watch, I'm fine with that too—"

I cut him off with an embarrassed groan, turning my head away as if I wasn't at all interested in watching him. Truth was, I was incredibly interested! He looked so huge beneath those pants, and I could only imagine how much more impressive he would be once he revealed himself.

Yet, I was too shy to admit that I wanted to watch him pleasure himself. The fear that he might think I was a pervert and mock me, made me keep my feelings hidden. I couldn't let him know just how shamelessly interested I was in his body!

Within seconds, the unmistakable sound of his zipper echoed in the bathroom, his movements sounded rushed and urgent with need. It was clear he'd been holding back for far too long, and now he was eager to release all his pent-up desire.

Low, guttural groans escaped his lips, mingling with the sound of his hand stroking his length. The slick sound of his hand sliding up and down grew louder and more urgent as seconds passed. "Oh, my fucking god..." he grunted, his voice dripping with raw, unfiltered need.

"Soju..." His breath came in ragged bursts as he desperately sought release, the intensity of his pleasure evident in every shaky moan and harsh, rapid movement.

I blushed when he called my name. Was he trying to get my attention because he wanted to say something, or was he just caught up in the frenzy of his own pleasure and mumbled my name without thinking? Either way, the temptation to turn around and watch him jerking off was overwhelming.

Could I?

Could I watch without him noticing?

His breathy moans only seemed to grow louder and more intense, each sound escaping with desire. The sheer eroticism of the sounds he was making, made it nearly impossible for me to resist the urge. Sucking in a nervous breath, I slowly turned my head around, and my eyes widened at the sight before me.

Jungkook had been stroking himself while looking at me, his gaze locked onto mine, a mix of desperation and raw need in his eyes. The intensity of his stare, combined with the flush of his cheeks and the way his half-lidded eyes struggled to stay open, made him appear utterly vulnerable and entranced.

Swallowing hard, I let my gaze slowly drift down his body, landing on his cock. A thrill surged through me as I watched him drape my damp panties over his throbbing erection. The fabric clung to his heated skin, and I was mesmerized by how it accentuated his size and shape. Each stroke, with the soft lace pressing against him, heightened his pleasure, evident in the way his breath hitched and his moans grew louder.

The lingering scent of my arousal added an intoxicating layer to his stimulation. I watched, captivated, as the delicate texture of the panties caused him to shudder with each glide. His eyes were closed in bliss, his expression one of pure, unrestrained pleasure. The sight of him so lost in the sensation made my heart race, thrilled by how he found a new way to pleasure himself with a piece of me.

His hand gripped his thick, erect length, the shaft partially obscured by my panties. The size of his arousal was both surprising and impressive, standing rigidly and proudly in the air. Its prominent girth left no doubt about his size, making it both intimidating and incredibly arousing. The way he moved, with the fabric enhancing every stroke, only intensified the scene, leaving me breathless and utterly engrossed in him.

Because he's fucking HUGE!

How could a man be this big?!

His cock was thick and firm, curving toward his stomach in an almost sculpted display. The veins along its length stood out prominently, pulsing with each stroke. As he moved his hand down to the base, his reddened tip peeked out, drawing my soaked panties along with it in a rhythmic, sultry motion.

Is this what a real cock looks like?

The sight was so intense that it made my pulse race and left me breathless. He overwhelmed my senses, evoking a heady mix of awe and apprehension. The thought of something so large and powerful having to enter me, becoming a part of my body if we had sex, was daunting. Even with just two of his fingers inside me earlier I already felt stretched, so having this beast fitting inside me seemed almost impossible.

No—it is impossible! It definitely won't fit! I would scream and run for my life!

But I couldn't tear my eyes away as his hand worked even faster, urgently seeking his release. As I watched, I saw a drop of clear pre-cum hanging from the tip of his cock, slowly sliding down the shaft.

I wonder how he taste—

His voice, thick with lust, pulled me out from my sinful thoughts. "Soju, look at this," he growled, his tone strained and gravelly, dripping with need. He dragged my panties to the base, exposing his full length to my eyes and he gave his cock a slow, desperate shake, the motion both agonizingly slow and unbearably intense.

Did he tell me to 'look at this'?

Can I really look at 'this'?!

Mom, I'm scared!

"Look at how fucking hard I am. Do you see it? This is all because of you... it's all yours, baby—only yours. Do you understand how badly I need you now? Can you see just how much I crave for you?"

Oh my god! Not again with his dirty talk. I really can't handle it when he talks to me like this—it's making me feel so damn aroused all over again! And as if he knows what he's doing to my body, he continued speaking in a rough voice.

"The moment I pulled you upstairs, I knew I'd end up rock hard like this. I knew it, but I still did it. The way you moaned, the way you screamed my name, how you shivered and tasted, and how tightly you wrapped around my fingers-—fuck, it's all driving me fucking insane," he groaned, his hand speeding up as he resumed stroking his meat stick with urgency.

He stepped closer, now standing right beside me, giving me a clearer view of his leaking cock. "I can only grind against your panties tonight, but next time, I'm going to bury my cock so deep inside your tight pussy. I'll stretch you out real good while I fuck into you, letting you feel every, single, inch of my dick."

Stop, Jungkook, stop! Just shut up! Can't he just jerk off with his mouth shut?! I really shouldn't get any wetter than this!

This horny ass bitch is trying to kill me, isn't he? I'd never expected this guy to be so talkative while he's pleasuring himself!

His voice grew so husky that I thought he'd cum any second now. "—and I'll pound you so hard and deep on my bed that you'll be screaming my name, begging for more. You want that? You think you'd like that, hmm? Want me to fuck you so deep that you can't think of anything but me?" His breath hitched, eyes locked on mine, full of desperate need. "I want to feel you wrapped around me, make you cum so hard you see stars. Can you imagine it? My cock buried inside you, making you mine completely."

I'm officially deceased.

Bye, mom. I love you.

But as if the grim reaper wasn't keen on claiming my life today, Jungkook finally decided it was time to shut his fucking mouth, emitting only low groans and moans now. Yet, I was already dripping with arousal, unable to ignore the effect his filthy words had on me. His mouth—he needs to clean it with holy water!

Should I take him to a church after school tomorrow? I'd never imagined his mind could be so sinful, so corrupted, so consumed with raw desire, as he speak such filthy things about what he wants to do to me. He's like a real-life porn!

Now that he'd shut up, my eyes were locked on his throbbing cock, my own desire making me ache to touch it. From this distance, I could easily reach out and touch it. But could I? Should I? I'm terrified! This thing seemed even more daunting than the monsters in my nightmares or the grades on my papers.

Somebody, please tell me what to do!

He shifted my focus from his cock when he cupped my cheek, his touch burning against my skin, and pulled me into a feverish kiss. Our lips collided with a desperate urgency, as if trying to merge our very beings. His kiss was rough and insistent, and I felt his tongue sweeping over mine in a passionate, frantic dance.

At this moment, his desire for me was undeniable. I felt it—the intensity of his hunger made my stomach flutter with lust and excitement. Knowing how deeply I affected him, left me feeling both flattered and incredibly loved.

He groaned into my mouth as his hand grew sloppy, and I could hear the rhythm of his strokes slowing with my eyes closed. Was he nearing the edge, on the verge of cumming? I hadn't even touched him yet, and he was already so close to climaxing?

Panic surged through me. Was I really letting this opportunity slip away? He was so near that with just a slight reach, I could feel him. I really want to know how his cock would feel beneath my fingertips! Should I reach out and touch him?

Except, I don't dare to!

No!

Don't be a pussy, Park Soju!

Just reach out and touch him!

I fought through the nerves coursing through me, mustering the last bit of courage I had. My heart skipped a beat as I finally reached out and wrapped my fingers around the tip of his cock.

Holy shit—it's incredibly soft and warm, yet slick with pre-cum, feeling like molten lava against my skin. The texture is both smooth and velvety, yet uncomfortably hot. What is happening to him? Is this normal? This is unlike anything I've ever touched before!

A sharp gasp escaped Jungkook's lips as he pulled away from the kiss, clearly startled by my actions. His hand halted mid-motion, and his wide eyes fixed on my hand. Silence enveloped us, and the tension made the moment feel awkward.

Great—now what?

I stared at my hand wrapped around him, and his tip that was poking out. My mind begin to race with confusion and fear. I had only thought about touching him, but I did not consider the next step. What was I thinking? I'm so dumb!

His breathing grew heavier as he watched in silence, his eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. Does he want me to stroke him? Is he okay with me doing that? What if I mess up or hurt him accidentally? The pressure and uncertainty feels almost too suffocating.

Nervously, I bit my bottom lip, feeling my ears flush with the same heat as his cock in my palm. My hand trembled as I tentatively slid down his length, the veins throbbing beneath my touch. This man is so thick that my fingers could not even wrap around his girth. What did he eat while growing up to become this huge?

His hand now rested at the base of his cock, still holding my panties with him, so what I was touching now was nothing but the raw, exposed skin of his arousal. He felt so heavy inside my palm.

"Ngh..." Jungkook let out a low, desperate whine, his breath hitching as he hunched over the counter. His towering frame loomed over me, his hand gripping the edge of the counter for support, while his intense, pleading gaze remained locked on mine. His voice, trembling with vulnerability, struggled to form coherent words. "Soju, please... don't hesitate. I need you to squeeze my dick harder, stroke me with your hand—do it faster and harder. Just do whatever you want to me, but don't drag this out. I'm already on the edge—and I want to cum so fucking badly. Please, baby, let me cum."

The way he begged, almost on the brink of desperation, made my heart race wildly. Was I the one controlling whether he gets to cum now? Despite my initial shyness and apprehensiveness, seeing him so vulnerable—almost to the point of falling on his knees and begging—tugged at my heart. I wasn't a monster; of course, I'd let him cum. All I needed to do was stroke him, just like what he had been doing, right?

It shouldn't be difficult.

I clenched my other hand into a fist and rested it on my lap, forcing my shyness aside as I began stroking him, trying to match his previous rhythm and intensity. His knees buckled, and a low, guttural moan escaped his lips. Am I doing it correctly? Does he like what I'm doing?

"Is this right? Does it feel good?" I asked, my voice faltering with embarrassment.

He nodded vigorously with his eyes squeezed shut and mouth open, unable to form coherent words. Instead, more moans spilled from his lips. His hand gripping the counter trembled, his knuckles whitening as he held on tightly.

What was happening?

Unsure whether to go faster or slower, I hesitated. "J-Jungkook, should I stop?" I asked, my voice trembling. I didn't want to hurt him. Yet he shook his head urgently, his eyes snapping open to meet mine.

"No—don't stop, keep going, please, don't fucking stop now," he managed to rasp out, his voice rough with desperation. I obeyed, quickening my pace.

My wrist soon began to ache and my hand felt as if it were on fire from all the friction, but I pushed through, rubbing his length with mounting urgency. His body shook uncontrollably as he moaned, "Your hand feels so amazing! I'm about to lose my mind—god, so fucking good!"

His cock felt even hotter under my touch, if that was possible, and his veins start pulsing vigorously. Is he about to cum?

My gaze was abruptly pulled away from his cock when he crashed his lips into mine again, pulling me into a fierce, passionate kiss. His tongue entwined with mine while he moaned weakly into my mouth.

Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, I felt his body pushing against mine, his cock throbbing violently in my hand as if releasing something as he groaned.

Pulling back from the kiss, I saw that he had cum. He had used my panties to catch every drop, carefully wrapping them over the tip of his throbbing cock to prevent any of his release from spilling onto the floor.

My black lace panties were gradually staining white, the delicate fabric now drenched with his thick, warm cum. The bathroom quickly filled with the potent scent of his climax—a rich, musky aroma mingled with a sharp, salty tang. It was an intense, enveloping smell that was both overwhelming and strangely intriguing, making my senses awaken with a mix of arousal and fascination.

He groaned heavily, his hips buckling as he thrust slowly into my still hand, using me to ride out his high. His movements were slow and deliberate, almost reverent, as he sought every last wave of pleasure. The sensation of him fucking my hand like this after he'd just came, made him looked even more irresistible.

Panting heavily, he rested his forehead on my shoulder, his hot breath mingling with the dampness of his sweat-soaked skin against my outfit. In any other situation, I would have pushed him away and expressed my disgust, but his current state was intensely endearing.

He looked so utterly vulnerable, with his flushed face buried against me, his body trembling slightly as he caught his breath. The way he surrendered so completely, his exhaustion and need laid bare, made me want to envelop him in a tender embrace. I felt an overwhelming urge to comfort him, to kiss him softly, and to hold him close, as if he had entrusted me with his entire being in this moment of raw, unguarded intimacy.

"Are you okay?..." I asked in a quiet whisper, my voice laced with concern. I felt him nod against my neck before he eventually pulled away.

A soft, exhausted smile spread across his face as he leaned in to place a tender kiss on my lips. "Soju," he murmured breathlessly, his eyes still half-closed with satisfaction. "You were so incredible... I've never came that hard before. The way you touched me, felt so fucking good—like—I don't know how should I describe it. You just drove me absolutely insane."

I could say the same, Jungkook.

My cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and pride at his heartfelt praise. I watched in silence as he fumbled with his now-softening cock, his fingers moving clumsily to tuck it back into his underwear and zip that monster away.

Yes, 'that monster'.

That's how I will call it now.

We both glanced at my soiled panties in his hands, and when he looked at me, I saw guilt and fear flash in his eyes. He quickly stepped back, as if afraid I might try to hit him. "Y-you said I could use it! I got your permission before I used it! I have warned you it would be stained!"

I rolled my eyes, finding his reaction ridiculous. Did he think I was some kind of scary dinosaur, ready to gobble him up whenever I got angry? "I know, I don't have a bad memory."

He only relaxed when he realized I didn't intend to whack him. He pulled some toilet paper and wrapped the soiled fabric into a ball, before stuffing it into his pocket casually.

Blushing, I furrowed my brows. "You're gonna throw them away after you get home tonight, right?"

He avoided my gaze, and I even caught the light tint on his cheeks. Don't tell me—this horny bastard! He'd better not be thinking of washing it and reusing it for his next 'personal masterbating session.'

He escaped the conversation by stepping away to pick up his jacket from the floor. Walking back to me, he gently draped it over my waist and tied a knot again. Both of his arms trapped me against the counter as he leaned in to plant gentle pecks on my lips, his doe, glossy brown eyes filled with admiration.

"I love you," he confessed, smiling along when a smile had appeared on my face.

"I know." I genuinely did—from the countless times he had expressed his love and desires for me, to what had just happened between us in this bathroom. I am well-aware that he love me, and I felt blessed that he did.

I leaned in to peck his nose, making him smile adorably. "I love you too, Jungkook. So very much."

His smile grew tender as he leaned in, ready to capture my lips with his. But we both flinched in surprise when the doorknob rattled. Shooting our heads towards the door, we heard a girl, sounding almost drunk, yelling. "Huh? Why is this locked? Is someone inside? I hope you're not doing number two!"

Jungkook and I shared a look of panic. I gently slid down from the counter, and Jungkook quickly supported me. My legs still trembled slightly, but it was more manageable now. However, my core was still dripping wet, making walking feel extremely uncomfortable right now.

We walked towards the door and Jungkook unlocked it, pulling the girl along with it. She crashed into his chest, but he was aware enough that I was still here, so he quickly pushed her away, maintaining an appropriate distance.

"Oh, sorry!" she slurred. When she looked up at him, her eyes widened and I watched in irritation as they practically shone at the sight of Jungkook. "Oh? Hey, you're pretty cute! What were you doing alone in the bathroom? Let me join—"

Jungkook frowned and sidestepped away from her before she had even finished talking. She looked shocked and offended by him, but her expression turned to surprise when she saw me. "You were inside with a girl?!" Her voice was so loud that nearby people turned their heads, making me blush shyly. "Were you two fucking inside here minutes ago?!"

Jungkook ignored her, but he squeezed my hand, gently but firmly. He led me downstairs where the music grew louder with each step. He kept me close to his body—him walking behind me with his front pressed against my back. For some reason, walking like this made me feel safe and protected by him, and I loved it.

He navigated us through the dim and crowded room, probably looking for Jimin to tell him we were leaving. When we found him, he was slumped over the table, eyes closed and slurring incoherent words while shakingly raising a beer can. Taehyung was just nearby, toasting his friends with a wide smile on his face. His gaze soon landed on us, and he made his way over with a teasing smile.

Ignoring his playful expression, I pointed at Jimin. "What happened to him? Is he alright?" I asked with slight worry—slight.

Taehyung shrugged nonchalantly. "He'll be fine; he can crash at my place until he sobers up, no big deal." His eyes slowly traveled down my body, and I felt my cheeks heat up with guilt gnawing at me. Was he catching onto something? Does he know we did something in his house? Fortunately, Jungkook stepped in front of me, blocking Taehyung's prying eyes.

"The fuck you want, staring at her like that? Do you want me to dig out your eyeballs?" Jungkook's voice was firm and tense. I grabbed onto his arm, trying to signal him to speak more nicely.

He ignored me and continued glaring at Taehyung, who only rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through his tousled hair. "Nothing. I just hope whatever you did upstairs wasn't in my parents' room."

I blushed heavily at his question and buried my face into Jungkook's broad back. He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze as he responded in a calm and confident tone. "It wasn't."

This stupid boy! Why did he have to answer it like that? It was too clear—people could easily understand that we did do something upstairs, just not in Taehyung's parents' room.

Oh my god!

I didn't need to see Taehyung's face to sense the smirk in his voice. "Hmmm, both of you are such naughty brats, doing things like that in someone else's house... wouldn't it be rude not to invite the host into the game? So next time, maybe the three of us could—"

"Shut the fuck up." Jungkook cut him off impatiently. "Tell Jimin that we're leaving if he sobers up." Jungkook turned and pulled me along. I don't even have any face left to look at Taehyung and say goodbye, so I followed Jungkook in hurried steps.

As we stepped out of the house, the cold night air nipped at my core, still wet and unprotected by any piece of fabric. Even with Jungkook's jacket wrapped around my thighs, it couldn't prevent the chill thats creeping in from the bottom.

Damn, I'm really going commando in public. This feels scary yet exhilarating.

We wore our shoes and after that, Jungkook held my hand tightly while fumbling with his phone in the other, trying to hail a taxi by the roadside.

Just then, a group of bikers approached, and Jungkook instinctively pulled me into his embrace. His large hand cupped my butt, pressing firmly to protect me from any passing wind that might lift my dress.

My heart fluttered from his actions as my hands landed on his firm chest. He looked so handsome and mesmirizing up close, his long, dark eyelashes casting shadows over his cheeks. He didn't lift his eyes from the screen until he brought it to his ear, waiting for the driver to pick up while he stared at me quietly with a small smile on his face.

Smiling, I tiptoed to land a fleeting peck on his lips. His eyes widened in surprise before blinking a few times. Then, I heard someone speaking on his phone, and he snapped out of his trance. "H-hi, yes, I'm looking for a taxi," he stuttered.

He gave the driver the address and I stayed in his embrace even after the bikers had long gone. Firstly, I couldn't go anywhere with his hand still pressed firmly against my butt, and secondly, I loved being right here, right in his arms.

He ended the call and slipped his phone into his pocket urgently. With his other hand now free, he shamelessly slid it down to my hips, letting it settle on my butt. His first hand shifted slightly to make space for both hands to hold me.

I glanced at his hands, then back at him with a small frown, feigning irritation. However, a playful smile betrayed my intentions as it slipped onto my face. "Sir, please pay attention to where you're placing your hands. My boyfriend won't be pleased if he learns about this."

He only smiled like a fool as he gave my butt a playful squeeze, making me yelp in surprise. "Oh really? Then I'll need to have a talk with him. Besides, if you already have a boyfriend, why aren't you telling me to take my hands away?"

His eyes held a teasing glint, clearly betting that I wouldn't tell him to move his hands. And damn, he was right. I didn't intend to get his hands away from my butt. I liked having his hands on me.

He slowly leaned in, closing his eyes as he captured my lips for the umpteenth time tonight. It always felt so right as I kissed him back, our lips molding together as if they were meant for each other.

I had no idea how long we'd been kissing, but we broke away when we heard a car approaching. It was a taxi, and Jungkook checked the license plate before pulling me into the back seat with him. We buckled our seatbelts, and with our fingers intertwined and resting on his thigh, we had a casual chat, keeping our voices soft and our conversation private.

It didn't take long before we arrived at my house, and like the new usual, he wanted to pay for the fare. But this time, I was quick to push his hand away and pass the driver some cash from my bag. Jungkook looked at me with a confused frown, and an adorable pout on his face.

"Baby," I said in a soft whisper, his eyes widening in surprise. Even I was taken aback by the term of endearment. I must've still be stuck in the previous headspace! Feeling shy that I've called him that, I cleared my throat. "You don't need to feel obligated to pay for everything just because we're together now. I want our relationship to be equal—to be fair. Whatever you can pay, I can too."

He didn't argue with me on this, but he let out a sigh to show his disapproval. The driver glanced at us as if we were wasting his time, so we quickly got out of the car, which drove off almost instantly.

Jungkook walked me up to my door, his gaze betraying his longing as he looked into my eyes. He took a quick glance at his watch before sighing again. "It's gonna be eight more hours before I can see you again," he said, his voice tinged with disappointment as his hands landed on my hips, lingering there. He seems to really like having his hands on my hips.

I rolled my eyes with a chuckle. "Come on, it isn't even that long. Eight hours will pass in a blink of an eye as long as we're asleep. Trust me, you'll dread having to get up for school first thing tomorrow."

He shook his head, bringing himself closer and landing a kiss on my lips. "No, I'll be looking forward to it because I can see you again," he whispered, a silly yet adorable smile appearing on his face. "Earlier, you called me 'baby' in the car,'" he whispered, his lips lightly brushing against mine. "Call me that again, and I want to hear it more clearly this time..."

I felt myself blush as I couldn't escape his passionate gaze. My heart pounded in my chest as I shyly muttered, "baby."

He smiled widely, seemingly pleased, and leaned in to peck my lips. I smiled and kissed him back. His hands cupped the sides of my face, pulling me into a more passionate kiss. Just as I felt his warm tongue probing my lips, hoping for me to open them so he could slip it into my mouth, the door opened before my mouth did.

In a panic, I shoved Jungkook away by his chest, causing him to stumble backward and collide with the wall. His breath whooshed out of him in surprise.

I'm so sorry, Jungkook!

"Soju, is that you—oh!" My mom gasped in surprise from seeing Jungkook crashing into the wall. "Are you okay?" she asked.

Jungkook nodded, standing up straight as he rubbed his chest in pain. Both of our ears reddened as if we were caught doing something—technically, we were.

My mom furrowed her eyebrows and shot a stern glare at me. "Park Soju! How could you push him like that when his ribs haven't fully healed?" she scolded.

Oh shit! I forgot about his ribs!

I looked at Jungkook, but he flashed a small, reassuring smile at me.

"And what did I say about growing up and being more mature? Why are you two always fighting like this, ever since you were young? It's so hard to believe that you're turning 18 in just a few more days!" My mom continued scolding me, making me roll my eyes with a small huff.

"Mom, we didn't fight!" I said, exasperated, but unable to find any other excuse under her questioning look.

Thankfully, Jungkook stepped in to help me. "Soju's right, we didn't fight," he said with a smile. "I just... tripped, that's all."

My mom didn't seem convinced because if he'd tripped, he would have been facing the wall and not away from it. But since Jungkook himself said it, so she could only nod with a sigh. "Please, be more careful next time. You can't risk injuring your ribs any further."

Jungkook nodded obediently, and a smile appeared on my face when our eyes met. Seems like both of us found it impossible to stray our eyes away from each other. However, I was afraid that my mom would find something suspicious between us, so I cleared my throat and passed Jungkook's jacket back to him. He took it, and I entered the house in a hurry. I was now standing behind my mom as I peeked at him with a smile.

"Well, thank you for sending Soju home so late at night," my mom said, while I quietly waved at him. He had an amused smile on his face as he watched me.

"Jungkook?" My mom called.

He snapped his gaze away from me and looked at my mom in a panic. "O-oh, it's not a problem, my house is just around the corner anyway." He answered, trying to look like he'd been focusing on the conversation. "Then, I'll get going now."

He bowed to my mom and gave me one last smile before turning to leave. After the door closed, I was about to head to my room when my mom grabbed me by my arm. She leaned in, scrutinizing my dress closely.

I felt my heart race, anxious that she might hear its frantic beat from such a close distance. She's a doctor after all—monitoring heart rates is something she does every single day.

But what is she doing actually?

She couldn't possibly be looking for something on me, could she? But is there anything on me? Oh god, I should have checked before coming home! For instance, there might be a strand of Jungkook's hair, or worse, cum stains.

Please, just let me be overthinking.

I felt my heart stopping when her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she asked, "Why does your dress look so crumpled here?" She smoothed the fabric around my chest out. "I remember helping you ironed this in the morning."

Panicking, I lied nervously, "I-it's a party, mom. How could my dress possibly stay straight when I was dancing and having fun with my friends all night long?"

She arched her eyebrows, making my heart tremble again. "You've been around your friends the whole night?" she asked.

I nodded vigorously, desperate for her to believe my lie. She continued, "Then what about Taehyung? You should've spent more time with him at the party!"

Bruh.

That's what she's worried about?

"He was occupied with other things," I lied again, wanting nothing more than to run up to my room. "There were too many people at the party—you know how popular and charming he is." I forced out a smile to look natural. "So he was busy entertaining all of them."

Guilt gnawed at me for lying to her. It's not like we had to deceive her—if I told her about Jungkook and me, she probably wouldn't force us to break up. After all, she's watched him grow up and knows he has a good heart despite not having the best reputation. But the truth is, I just wasn't ready to share this with her yet. I was nervous about telling her, especially since Jungkook is my first boyfriend. Um, I'll tell her when I'm ready.

Fortunately, my mom nodded as she released my dress from her hands. "And why do you look so exhausted?" she asked, her eyes narrowing as she studied my pale lips and weary expression with the scrutiny of a medical professional.

"Your color isn't right—are you feeling okay?" Her tone turned gentle as she continued. "You might be more tired than you realize. Make sure to take a warm shower and get some rest. You need to be in good shape for school tomorrow. If you're still feeling off in the morning, I might need to check your health again."

"Okay." I nodded nervously, bidding her goodnight before running up the stairs as if my life depended on it. My steps were fast but awkward as I tried to cover the bottom of my dress from my mom's view. I didn't need her to know that I came home without wearing my panties!

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took me a whole 72 hours of thinking and typing, and wattpad crashing on me 5 times to get all these out ;-; but truly, i have no regrets! hope you all enjoy reading as much as i do writing!