HE'S MINE NOT HER'S ? || JIKOOK ?

JIMIN POV

After Jungkook's bold kiss I
can't concentrate on anything.

Years ago and again just a couple weeks ago I had imagined kissing Jungkook but my daydreams were never like what I'd just experienced.

The way the kiss ran through me down to my toes.

The urge I had to push him up against a wall and consume him.

I'd never even felt that when kissing and fucking the dozens and dozens of women I'd been with gorgeous women.

The feelings Jungkook's kiss gave me were the feelings I had been looking for all along.

My dad once told me that I'd know The One when I kissed her.

That it would feel like nothing else matters.

Only it wasn't a her. It was a
him and he was my best friend.

I look over at Jungkook wondering what's going through his mind. He isn't looking at me.

In fact, it's like he's avoiding looking in my direction.

"Ready to head up?" he asks.

"What?"

"You're quiet, Which means you're either bored or tired."

"Either way I'm saying we get out of here Besides, it could give a good message that maybe we want some private time?"

A nervous smile crosses his beautiful mouth, the mouth I now see in a whole new light after that kiss.

My lips still burn with the earlier contact.

"Yeah, okay." I answer, my voice squeaking and I pray that Jungkook didn't hear it.

I take the hand Jungkook offers and we make the rounds saying goodnight to the important members of the party.

Thankfully, I'd not encountered Jeani and was hopeful she'd already left the party.

We walk up to our room, hand in fucking hand, my heart thundering in my chest.

It feels so good. It feels so right.

Suddenly Jeani and her Russian boyfriend pass us on the stairs.

Her boyfriend scowls slightly, I'm guessing because Jeani told him we'd once bumped uglies but Jeani looks at our clasped hands with a mixture of shock and jealousy.

I smile back at her, praying she keeps quiet and I find myself wishing this charade with Jungkook was real.

This is a charade, right?

Jungkook is acting, right?

There is no way that kiss down stairs or that he is holding my hand right now means anything, right?

We finally get to our room and I open the door.

Pushing it open widely, I gesture for Jungkook to step in.

He does and my heart pounds when he doesn't let go of my hand as he steps over the threshold.

I follow him in and close the door behind us and quickly find myself pressed up against it, Jungkook still clutching my hand.

The semi in my chinos no longer is, It's now a full-blown hard-on.

I don't know what in the hell Jungkook is up to.

I'm simultaneously thrilled and terrified.

Thrilled because it's as if my deepest, darkest secret wish is about to come true.