It had been just at 1am as you were about to go to bed on the third night of solidarity, that a knock had sounded at your door and you’d frowned, wondering who could be calling for you.
On edge, but just the thought of the maknae being alone outside at 1am in the morning had you quickly lunging for the door and flinging it open, mouth dropping as you see him hunched over, clothes absolutely soaked from rain and teeth chattering away if he hadn’t have called your name, you probably wouldn’t have answered the door- although the fact that he had called your name also set you.
‘God! Jungkook exactly why are you here this belated? Can be bought in, quick! I’ll get you some towels. ’ you say, reaching to grab his arm and pulling him inside, shutting the hinged home hurriedly before jogging away to get some good towels.
You had left him, the chattering having quietened slightly and the violent shaking of his body having reduced with the heat of your apartment when you return, he’s stood just where. He reaches for a towel the minute you’re able to him, however you move them quickly out of their grasp.
‘You’ll want to bring your clothes off first, I’ll put them into the dryer you heat up and dry down. For you personally whilst’ you explain, seeing a flicker of something cross their gaze, and you get chucking the bonnet right right back on their coat and peeling it well as you go for the hem of his shirt, getting it half way up his chest- trying not to oggle his toned stomach, before you realise he’s just stood watching you, arms raised as he waits for you to remove his shirt, but other than that, he makes no move to help you for him, beginning a pile.
‘Jungkook-ie, what makes you right here? ’ you murmur quietly, incorporating the shirt to the pile after which using one step straight straight straight back, your eyes telling him which he had to just simply take their trousers that are own.
‘Because you’dn’t respond to my communications. ’ he replies, nevertheless perhaps maybe maybe not making a move while he watches you, head lower making sure that he had been looking down at your slightly smaller stature.
‘at 1am? ’ you ask, confusion clear in your voice, despite the fact that his gaze was telling you exactly why he was there if you really wanted to talk to me, you could have just come around earlier, why are you here.
‘Because I experienced to come whenever no-one else would follow me. ’ he states, enjoy it ended up being the obvious part of the planet while he takes one step in your direction, and you also instinctively simply take one step right back, drawing in a breathing while you research to see their eyes narrowing where these were glued to you personally.
‘Because Taehyung got their change, and from now on i’d like mine. ’ he growls, using another action in your direction and also this time he manages to seize you before you cool off once more, their hold on the wrist tight, although it loosens when he’s sure you wont go again.
‘You’re water that is getting over my flooring. ’ you point out, wanting to give attention to another thing, whatever else, except the way in which their abs had been tensing each and every time he took a breathing, arms heaving in sync with them, attempting to not concentrate on the growing temperature that started initially to pool betwixt your feet while you thought returning to the night time ‘Taehyung got their turn’.
‘It ended up being a blunder Kookie, it wasn’t supposed to take place! We had been drunk. ’ you insist, wanting to fight the growing arousal that was washing over your system in waves, your legs shaking as their hand travels your supply fingertips grazing over your collarbones or more your throat till these people were simply hardly cleaning across your lips and also you sigh against them, whimpering somewhat at the lust in Jungkook’s eyes, the darkness which had over taken them, letting you know he wasn’t listening to your excuses, having currently seen and heard the manner in which you had been keening for him.