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‘I’m not saying you need this. Just that I’d prefer it if you used this instead of finding somebody yourself on a last minute basis.’ Jungkook snickers a little. The way Sung-hyun is trying to phrase his sentences and steer clear of any inappropriate language is just too funny. The manager is sweating and obviously uncomfortable with the whole subject but at the same time so focused on getting his point across. He really cares for Jungkook, knowing him well enough to trust his judgement by now.Even so, Sung-hyun would definitely sleep better knowing he has given Jungkook an option to consider.‘Thank you.’ Jungkook takes the card to acknowledge Sung-hyun’s efforts and also to end the already twenty-minute-long conversation before it turns into a lecture about sexual intercourse.So far, it has only been about personal safety and privacy issues, and not much of penises has been mentioned. But you never know. Sung-hyun would do it, he would definitely give Jungkook a very graphic talk about the birds and the bees, even if Sung-hyun himself would have a mental breakdown halfway through it, just to make sure Jungkook is safe and prepared.‘But again, as I said, you do whatever you want. Just tell the others, they can help you. The older members, they had many relationships.’ Sung-hyun knits his brows and looks to the side. ‘I think. I don’t know. I have to go.’Sung-hyun leaves Jungkook’s room with a sigh of relief. He's a good assistant manager. Jungkook sometimes wonders why they hired a second assistant for him but maybe he is demanding and needs more attention than before. He is twenty-four now, maybe that's why. Or maybe because he's an international superstar. Either way, he's been getting a lot more interested in girls and so far it hasn't been easy to accommodate his new interest.The last time he's had any contact with a girl was ages ago, in high school. It was nice but nothing substantial came of it. Jungkook is all about the substantial stuff now. And it should be easy enough, a lot of girls want him. And his other band members have or had relationships, so why can't he?Well, for one thing, he doesn't want it. He wants everything else, though. Jungkook can't remember a time when he was this impatient with getting what he wants, or to be more precise, with getting off. Going on dates, however, has not caught his interest. It remains as boring as it was in high school. The only difference is that now he has even less free time, and he would prefer spending it alone, sleeping or just relaxing.He's been frustrated with being a virgin though, the weight of being so inexperienced dragging him down. He might have been complaining about to too much because it all circled back to the awkward conversation with Sung-hyun that he just had.So today, he told him to not go on any dating apps. And to stop trying to hook up with random people on set. As a consolation, he did leave a little card with a phone number and code on it.Jungkook walks back to his bed and lies on his back. He's tired mentally, with a lot of pent-up energy in him. Which is exactly what sex is for, in his mind at least. He takes the card up and gives it a second look. Would it be terrible if he called the number a mere five minutes after receiving it?‘Who cares!’ Jungkook thinks to himself and rolls over to get his phone.He's ready, in fact, he can't possibly get any more readier than this. -x-It's been an hour. Jungkook is lying patiently on his bed, waiting.Since the phone call, that lasted no longer than a minute of keying in the code and hanging up after the machine-recorded voice acknowledged the numbers he entered, he has taken a shower and dressed up in some casual black sweats. Casual but cool. He knows he looks cute, even without make-up, without an actual outfit, just lying there, waiting.No need to prepare any more than that. It's a quick call. Nothing too serious. Just sex. Any minute now... Sex for the first time. No big deal. How many hours of porn has he watched? It's easy, he knows exactly what to do. And he has been given handjobs before, no big deal. Well... They did not last longer than a few minutes. And it's been a while...Jungkook sits up on his bed. ‘Maybe I should...?’ He looks over to the bathroom. If he jerks off right now he's going to last longer when she arrives. But he has to get it over with really quickly. Jungkook jumps off the bed and runs towards the bathroom door.But then, before he could push the handle down, there's a noise. His phone is vibrating on his bed. It's a text. [LOVE SHOP *******/***####/]'Arrival time 01:37 AM' Jungkook looks at the time display on the screen. As it turns to 01:38, he hears a knock on his apartment door. -x- ‘I know exactly what you need.’He hears the girl's voice but Jungkook can't answer.He is lying on his bed, looking at two voluptuous thighs spreading over his lap, gliding up and down his crotch, so very, very slowly.He’s touching the soft skin that is left exposed by the white fishnet stockings, his fingers hesitant but his mind already impatient. He wants to feel those thighs up, from her knee all the way to her ass. But there's a problem. Jungkook doesn’t know a thing about foreplay. He thinks he knows but his body doesn’t seem to. It should just happen naturally, it all clicks, and the next thing you know you’re sticking your tongue in her mouth, whipping your dick out in a hurried frenzy, taking her panties off with your teeth and eating her pussy like a shortcake until she begs you to put it in.None of that is happening.Jungkook is just lost. Lost at step #1, when is he supposed to kiss somebody he doesn’t know? His room smells like peaches. The sweet, watery scent of fresh peaches. Jungkook can smell it but only just. It's faint and airy, but fruity and sweet.There's a girl in his lap. Finally. She's looking at him, eyes full of want, biting gently into her glossy, plump lips. If only she would lean in closer, lower herself more onto his body, Jungkook could breathe in more of her peachy scent, bite into her shoulders, take off her cute bra covered in ribbons, bows, and lace. The girl stops grinding down onto him for a second and raises her hips up. She must have noticed him staring and understood. The girl takes her hands up to her boobs, touching them slowly and looking down at Jungkook innocently. Her fingers slip under the strap of the bra and push it down her shoulders. She licks her lips while undoing the bra and letting it fall to Jungkook’s stomach.Staring deep into his eyes, she pinches her nipples, her body shuddering from the sensation. Her fingers run down the perfect curve of her unbelievable huge breasts, her perky nipples escaping from the hold of her small hands.'Don't you want to touch me?’ The girl moans, her eyebrows knit, and lips pouting. Jungkook obeys and moves his hand up to her baby pink thong that's barely keeping her pussy covered. It feels hot and soft, two of his fingers fit perfectly where her lips are, pressing the fabric into her slightly. Jungkook watches as the thong gets more and more soaked through where his fingers are stroking her.‘Why are you so wet?’ He hears himself ask the question out loud.‘Because I want you.’ She replies lowering her body onto him.Her lips brush against Jungkook's, it’s almost a little peck but not quite. He feels her breasts weigh down onto his chest, only the thin layer of his t-shirt separating him from her tits. Finally, her tongue is on his lips. Impatient and burning up from desire, Jungkook opens his mouth for her and slides his tongue against hers.All his inhibitions leave his body in that second. Jungkook grinds into her, against her thighs, grabbing her ass with one hand and holder her tight by the waist with the other.The kiss is driving him crazy, it's so sweet, so wet. They haven't even got close to having sex, he's still fully dressed, but already in seventh heaven, and it was somehow arranged with just one phone call.She sits on top of him, like she did when she entered the room and asked him to lie down. Except that her cheeks are flushes, she's panting a little, and the minimal amount of underwear she is still wearing is visibly wet from wanting him.Her left hand touches the thong and pushes it to side, revealing the tender pink skin underneath, glowing from the wetness, looking even more delicious as the strap of the thong cuts into it. The fabric is forced to give way and two of her fingers are pushed into the sticky mess that's now fully exposed to Jungkook.Her other hand disappears behind her hips and the next thing he knows something is pressing down onto his erection. Her fingers are feeling him up through his sweatpants, stroking lightly at his shaft.Jungkook breathes in sharply and struggles to keep his eyes open from embarrassment mixed with the sudden rush of desire. His hips move up to get more of her touch onto him. He hears her moan as she makes obscenely wet sounds with her other hand. Jungkook has to look, he must.‘Fuck, you’re so pretty.’ He says as if in a trance.Jungkook’s eyes are glued to the girl’s hand, touching herself on top of him. Her fingers are plump, her nails are painted a rosy colour like her thong. There’s a sparkling rhinestone on the nail of middle and ring finger. It disappears into her and re-emerges coated in sticky drip that looks glossy and transparent like glass.Jungkook wants to lick it off. He wants to put his tongue in her and suck down on her clit and her lips all at once.‘Do you want to know what I'm thinking about?’ The girl moans to herself, grinding on top of him.‘Ye- yeah...’ Jungkook's throat is too dry to answer in anything louder than a whisper.He can't take the teasing anymore, reaching out to touch over her rib cage and finally his fingers touch her soft, bouncy tits. It feels so good, he grunts under his breath, wishing she would get closer so he could kiss her again.It's as if she knows, the girl leans in close to Jungkook’s face.‘I'm thinking about you fucking me.’ She whispers against his ear and pushing her fingers into her pussy faster and harder.Jungkook kisses her on her open mouth, his mind overwhelmed by her dirty talk. He has to have her, all of her, right now.As their tongues slide against each other, Jungkook shoves his sweatpants down, kicking them off the bed, letting his throbbing dick flop onto his stomach. He hisses into the kiss when he feels the girl's wet hand around his length, slicking it up with quick strokes. In hushed, high little notes, Jungkook is begging without words for more friction against his dick. This is not enough.He gets up to throw his t-shirt off, then pulls her close and sits her on his hard cock. She moves around and adjusts, their faces exchanging glances of heated anticipation.Finally, he feels some of that hot wetness that he wants so much. The girl squeals excitedly and grinds her pussy up against the shaft, greedily but still very slowly.Jungkook falls back onto the bed, watching the girls' movements with all-consuming passion burning in his eyes.As she puts in the tip of Jungkook’s cock she lets out a high-pitched whine that covers up Jungkook's half cursing half gasping sounds.He's shuddering. It’s so fucking tight, his mind is blown from the hot wetness around him, clenching down on his throbbing dick. Her pussy was already drenched, it was dripping down onto his stomach, he thought she would just let it slip in. It feels so much more intense this way, how she only lets him have an inch of her, grinding on him and still playing with her clit, making everything even more slick and obscenely sensitive. He can feel every move of her muscles, her pointer finger rubbing against her lips, slipping occasionally around his shaft. The pose is so perfect, he wants to drag out the feeling longer but he just can't. Something comes over Jungkook, something that he knows he should stop, but there's no use. His hands are already grabbing onto her lovehandles, his hips are bucking up as he starts thrusting into her so hard his dick is knocked against her insides.She moans and whines, tensing up around Jungkook. His movements are now so rough it makes her jolts forward, letting Jungkook cup her boobs greedily, feeling them jump in his hold as he fucks into her more. She screams out a few more times, then raises her hips higher to get away. Jungkook feels his dick slide out of her, but before he could complain, her hands are around it once again.She presses it against her clit and wet lips a few times, cautiously. Once Jungkook's breathing settles a bit, she shoves it back into her and starts grinding circles on his lap.The rythym is just right, Jungkook feels like she really knows what he wants. Which is to feel her, wet and tight around him, for as long as possible, before he unintentionally gets riled up again and starts to go fast only to cum within seconds.The girl starts dipping her hips down, keeping her thong away from her pussy with her fingers. No matter how slow she tries to keep the pace, Jungkook thrusts into her out of pace from time to time, unable to control himself at first, and then intentionally, to hear her whine from the surprise. Soon her whines are getting louder and sharper, her long black hair flopping onto her breasts, whipping at her nipples. The girl lets out a low grunt, her face turning serious as she rides him harder, her hands on his chest, pressing her weight into him, into the bed. Jungkook wants it more, wants her hips slamming into his lap faster, harder, more.‘Yeah, fuck yeah...!’ Jungkook is pleading without noticing it, with his eyes closed, completely unaware of how loud he is. ‘Make... me... cum...’He can't take it any more, it's too hot, the sound of her moaning louder and louder, the sloppy wet noises, her ass against his thighs... He grabs it with both hands and pulls her down on his dick, pounding into her pussy as hard as he can.She throws her head back, squirming around to get more of Jungkook’s dick against her g spot. She's bouncing on top of him breathlessly, her tits are flying up and down, jiggling out of control. Jungkook watches her and just thinks about taking her nipples into his mouth and he's already cumming, eyes shuts, groaning loudly.Jungkook keeps his eyes closed, still riding out his orgasm for a few seconds, kneading her ass indulgently. Then he opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling, his lips dragged to one side in discontent. ‘I literally lasted five minutes.’ The girl moves her body up to his shoulders, not yet letting him slide out of her. She breathes against his skin for a moment, then her soft and sleepy voice returns. ‘It’s okay. You can practice with me all night.’   -x-  It's been a few weeks. Jungkook hasn't noticed. They pass by quickly anyways since their schedule is packed.  He hasn't called the number since. He just hasn't had the time, and even if he did he was too proud to stoop so low. Act like he needs it. Like he's been thinking about it non-stop. Like he's been touching himself every time he’s alone, thinking about somebody's wide hips and round ass sitting up in his lap.  No, he's not calling. Even if he is, he will ask for somebody else. He can do that, right? Jungkook decides to look into it later. For now, he's done. They're not on tour right now, he should enjoy it, the freedom to do anything he wants. Well, within a strict schedule.  After dinner with his friends, he walks back to the dorm through a busy street, thinking about going into one of the stores. He's wearing a mouth mask and a hoodie. He's feeling comfy and relatively blending in. Music pumping in his ear, he's listening to his favourite playlist. It's a nice evening, people walking past, traffic lights glowing as the sky darkens behind them. Jungkook wonders where these people are going. What kind of things do they do this time of the day? Like that couple, are they walking home? Or that girl, is she walking to her family home or is she going out for a date?   His eyes follow her for some reason. Jungkook takes off his mask a little to focus more on the figure.  Maybe it's somebody he knows? Maybe it's a fan he has seen before? But who? Somebody with soft pink ribbons in her hair and pink rhinestones on her nails...  The realization hits him.  It’s her. What are the odds? What are the fucking odds? Just walking on the street right over the road from him. Jungkook’s feet act faster than his mind. He’s already halfway past the street, running in front of a few cars, jumping on the sidewalk, and sprinting towards the girl in pink.  He slows down only a little bit as he approaches, wraps his arms around her waist. She is tiny and easy to lift up. He takes her up in the air and spins her around. She squeals, terrified.   Jungkook stops, his hands still holding her tight.   ‘It’s me.’  He giggles and looks at the girl whose face is hidden behind her hair, ruffled up from the spinning. She pushes it out of her face, keeping her palms by her flushed cheeks. She doesn’t seem happy at all. Just terrified.   -x-  Jungkook wakes up, sweaty.  He's had another one of his dreams, with somebody on top of him, giving unbelievable pleasure to him, and disappearing before he could cum.   He kicks into his bedding, annoyed and sleepy. Then, convinces himself to just get up and go to the gym. He goes about his day, not thinking about it until he comes back to his room, and looks at his bed. She was in it about a month ago. Last week she ran away from him, without any explanation. He really shouldn't have sneaked up on her like that but he still deserved at least a hello. Or maybe he didn't?  Fortunately, Jungkook knows how to get answers. Even if it isn't, strictly speaking, a fair way to get them. He takes out his phone and dials, then goes to take a shower.  When he walks out, with his hair still wet and a towel around his waist, he feels something pushing into his foot. He kneels down and finds a little hairpin with a sparkly flower on the end of it.  "Ouch..." He holds it to his eyes, smiling a little as he inspects it closer.  His phone beeps from the other end of the room.   Jungkook gets up from the floor and opens the message.  [LOVE SHOP *******/***####/] 'Arrival time 16:59 AM'  Jungkook has one minute to get ready. He uses that time to put the pin on the table and dry his hair with his towel.  It's 5 PM and there's a knock on his door.  Jungkook opens the door. It's her, in a coat.  ‘Hello.’ He greets her, suddenly awkward about having her in his room.  She doesn't seem fazed, though. Or terrified. She walks in like she did before, quietly confident. It puts Jungkook at ease. She waits until the door is closed and Jungkook is turned towards her, watching. Then, she takes off her coat, revealing a different set of lingerie from before. It's pink, again, but a gingham pattern with little strawberries. There's a large strawberry-shaped button on her bra, right where her breasts meet, pushed up against each other. No garter this time, no fishnets, just white knee-high socks. Her lips are just as plump and glistening as before, curving up to an innocent smile. Jungkook leans closer to her and puts his hands on her waist. His body is warmer than hers this time. He pulls her into his chest, into a little hug. She smells like peaches. Jungkook ducks down and kisses her slowly on the lips. She tastes as sweet as she did before. Exactly the same.  He moves his head to side, gliding his tongue into her mouth gently, waiting for her to kiss back before he leans into it more. Jungkook grabs her ass and pulls it up into his towel, then picks her up like she weighs nothing. He walks to the bed and puts her down.  ‘Why did you run away?’  Jungkook asks her bluntly, while kneeling down and kissing her feet, going up all the way to her panties.  ‘You're not supposed to come up to us without an appointment. You could get blacklisted if you do it again.’ Her voice is soft as sleepy, as always. There is no seriousness in it. But there's also no teasing. She means what she's saying but doesn't care too much about it.  ‘Why? Wouldn't you like to spend time with me? With our clothes on?’  Jungkook smiles mischievously as he pushes her legs up and slides her panties to her knees. The girl glances at him, breaking her innocent facade for just a moment. Her face is full of awkwardness, clearly thrown off a bit, but she is still trying to be professional about it.  ‘I... I don't like you like that.’  The words don't seem real to Jungkook. He hasn't heard them before.  ‘Oh...’ He raises his eyebrows. Then squints one eye, not quite getting what she's trying to say. ‘Why?’  Especially now, it just doesn't sound right. He probably never looked better than he does currently. More grown up, straight after the gym, his black hair falling into his brow, his whole chest exposed, abs rippling, his arms nicely toned. And he's an idol, a really popular one. His face usually makes people melt, doesn't it?  ‘I've never really liked... But even if I did...’   The sentence doesn't go anywhere. The girl sits up and pulls her panties down her legs. She sits there, waiting for him to continue, her face flustered but not from having her whole lower body exposed. She’s nervous about something else. Jungkook doesn't understand but he feels somehow sorry for her. There is just too much obvious sadness in her voice.  ‘Are you in love with somebody?’  The girl looks away. She stares at the floor, her hair falling into her face.  ‘So, you are?’  The word escapes her lips like a secret she has kept for too long.  ‘Yes.’  Jungkook sits back on his bed. He suddenly feels a lot less comfortable talking about the subject.   ‘Ah. Is it your boyfriend? Doesn't he mind... uhm... that you...?’  ‘No. It's a girl. And... she’s straight.’  ‘Oh?’ Jungkook raises his head suddenly. Then, he tries to hide his enthusiasm by coughing. ‘How can you tell?’  The girl doesn't pick up on his newly regained interest in the subject, just sighs to herself a little.  ‘It’s very obvious. She mostly calls me when she has your friend with her.’  The conversation has already given quite a few surprises for Jungkook but this additional detail has his eyes widened in astonishment. ‘My friend?’  ‘Yes. How do you think you got this card? Your friend created your account.’  ‘Sung-hyun?!’ Jungkook moves away from the girl, his voice squeaky with horror. ‘You've had sex with my assistant?!’  The girl sighs again, this time more annoyed than heart-broken.  ‘That was not his name.’  Jungkook exhales slowly, his palm on his chest. That could have been really awkward and weird.  ‘And he's not an assistant for sure. He's a rapper, I think.’

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'A rapper?!' Jungkook stands up in alarm. This might be worse than he thought.  'What is his name? What hair color does he have?' He turns to the girl, now abandoning all efforts to look cool and laidback. Annoyingly, the girl does not share his sudden nervousness at all. She is more concerned with putting her panties back on before giving him an answer.  'I obviously can't tell you his name. And even if I wanted to I couldn't tell you his hair color, they change it all the time these days." 'Agh!' Jungkook gives himself a facepalm then runs his fingers through his hair to regain some sense of calm. While he’s stuck with his own thoughts, catastrophizing scenarios in his head, the girl has already got up, her feet walking past him noiselessly. 'You can get a refund. And you can leave a complaint as well, just wait for the next text from the administrator after I leave.' That's all she says as she puts on her long coat and opens the front door. 'Good evening, sir.' Jungkook is still busy staring into nothingness trying to guess which of his bandmates he might accidentally just shared a sexual partner with when that last sentence jolts him out of the anxiety attack. 'Sir?! What the hell?' He turns around and virtually flies to the door before it can close. His towel manages to stay around his waist but he could care less about nudity at that moment. She saw enough of him already anyway. 'Now hold on for just a ...' He grabs her arm to turn her around.
In the heat of the moment he didn’t consider how this might look but it does occur to him now that chasing a woman like this is a bad idea. Jungkook notices a phone in her hand, with a number on the screen ready to call. The girl's expression is surprised but not exactly scared.  'Let go or two of my colleagues will be here to take me.' Her tone is icy cold and ringing with enough confidence to make Jungkook believe she will not need to repeat herself. He lets go of her arm and steps back. 'What I meant was... I would not like a refund.' He huffs the words out, getting a bit flustered. 'What would you like then?' She asks, less coldly now, squinting at him with suspicion in her eyes. 'Because I will not talk about my other clients anymore. Or about ... my personal life.' 'Yes, of course!' Jungkook puts his hands up apologetically, shaking his head so much that his hair flops around, making his expression look even more apologetic. The corridor is starting to feel much too breezy for wearing just a towel as cover. Jungkook contemplates flashing one of his signature smiles to try and hastily invite the girl back into his room but the smile just won’t come. It feels too insincere and he can’t act all cute in front of her, somehow he feels too exposed to be charming. He knows he can’t force things but Jungkook feels stuck to the ground, unable to return to his room. Maybe they can start over? The night doesn't have to be a total disaster just because he had one little freak out. And he would rather not be remembered and the creep guy who almost needed to be handled by security guards. 'But surely we could talk about some things, no?'  Thankfully, the girl also seems to have reasons to save the night. Returning after five minutes can't be a success story for her either. Whatever her motives are, she walks back to the room and sits back on the bed as before, undressing to being half-naked once again. Jungkook closes the front door and skips into his dressing room to put on a boxer, then returns to the bedroom and climbs on the bed next to her. Having completely lost his erection, it feels silly to be only wearing underwear. He tries to think of things to say and then coughs a bit to break the silence. 'First of all... could you maybe tell me why you called me "sir"? That was... weird.' Jungkook is talking to his own knees rather than directly to the girl. He feels just as shy as he did the first time they had sex. When will this be normal and not so awkward? How many times does he have to do this before it feels totally natural?
His room is once again filling up with her sweet fruity scent. How does she do that? Yes, that will be his second question! And then third, what her name is. No, that should come first. Ah, but he already asked something stupid instead. Damn! 'That is the standard goodbye when an account is to be terminated. I thought that you were unsatisfied with the service, so I made the usual exit.' Her voice is as monotone as it can be. It bothers Jungkook a great deal. Where did the sweet little voice go? Fourth question, for sure!  'But if everything is fine, then we can continue without talking, no?' Out of nowhere the syrupy voice is back and the girl now stands in front of him. Before Jungkook could remember what his next question was supposed to be, she climbs on top of him, saddling Jungkook between her thighs and pressing their underwear so close to each other that they might as well be naked. ‘What? No!’ Jungkook is stunned for a second but then sits right back up, with the girl now in his lap.

Their faces are very close to each other and he can finally stare into her eyes and find out what she’s really about. Well, if he can focus on that instead of her privates shoved against his boxers. ‘No, no... I... I don’t think we can just go back to that game again. I mean... it was fun but then we talked and now it’s very awkward.’ ’Yes, that’s why I suggested that we don’t talk.’ Her voice is once again so monotone like he’s talking to a preprogrammed robot. A very tired robot. It irks Jungkook too much not to point it out.

’You don’t seem happy to be here. And, I suppose why would you? It’s work isn’t it?’ She doesn’t answer right away but takes his hands instead and places them on her thighs. ’Work doesn’t have to be so bad. You work too and you love it. Going on stage, writing songs. All of it.’

Her hands move Jungkook’s hand up to her hips and slowly approaching her waist. Just before she can take them up to her bra, he puts them back down. ’Well, I suppose, yes. But that’s different.’ ’How?’ She tilts her head to the side, her long hair brushing past her shoulder and falling down on her back. The girl looks like a doll now, not just because she’s very pretty but because her expression is deliberately naive and ditzy. She is acting dumb and Jungkook dislikes it, even more than her monotone voice. ‘Can we talk about it when you’re not in my lap?’ ’Isn’t that what I’m here for?’ She draws out the words slowly and sweetly, sugary and artificial, while she plays with Jungkook’s hair.  Jungkook has just about had enough of the doll act. He shifts away from her so they can sit on the bed and face each other. ’I called you here because I...’ Jungkook coughs again and realises that he can’t finish the sentence because he has no idea why she’s here. He wanted to lose his virginity but that’s already done. What now? ‘Because I... want to see you. More.’ Jungkook hears the words come out of his mouth, like grocery items falling out of a paper bag. He tries to catch them but they’re out already. In fact, other things are coming after them just as quickly. ‘I was thinking about you these past week. I knew we were not going to meet again because we shouldn’t ... because you’re not interested in me like that.’
‘I can see you more if you want. It is allowed.’ She cuts in softly, her voice now quiet and tentative. ‘Well, yeah... but... I would rather... uhm... date you. I think.’ Jungkook’s face is burning up with embarrassment and he’s unable to take away his gaze from his own knees. His own feelings surprised him so much, it’s quite a shock. Why can’t he just have sex and move on? Why is he feeling so attached? ‘You know, it’s not like I want to pay for sex. It’s not right. Calling you here and...’ His mumbling stops for a moment because Jungkook feels a soft warm hand touch his jawline, gently drawing his head up to face the girl sitting next to him on the bed. Her hand stays there, touching his face, a finger brushing up against his cheek.

‘You didn’t do anything wrong.’ She whispers to him in a quiet and comforting tone that almost sounds a bit sad. And yet, Jungkook can see that she is smiling faintly. ‘There’s nothing wrong with this.’ She lowers her head to meet Jungkook’s face and kisses him on his lips. Even her lips taste like strawberries. ‘You see? This is nice.’ She moves away from him a bit to take a look at his face again, her hand still caressing his cheeks. ‘I know you’re not a bad person. But you can’t run after me on the street and you can’t chase me down the corridor like that. I... I have to be careful of stalkers.’ Now it’s her turn to get embarrassed and look away. She starts mumbling like Jungkook did just a minute ago. ‘I don’t know what it’s like to do your job but... I know about mine. And I know that it’s not wrong. But safety is very important. And dating for me ... it’s almost impossible. I’m sorry.’ Jungkook has to snicker at this. She hears it and takes her hand away from his face, now looking at him offended. ‘No! I’m not laughing at you! No, it’s only funny because...’ Jungkook says, shaking his head and looking for the right words. ‘It’s impossible for me too. I don’t even know why I asked you to date me. It’s not allowed, I’d have you do it in secret and that’s... That’s not right.’ Jungkook sits up and looks at her for a bit before continuing. He wants to kiss her again and smell that strawberry scent in her hair.  ‘Listen, I know tonight was a total bust and I ruined the mood like a hundred times... but I know I’ll be thinking about you for the rest of the week. So... could we keep seeing each other? Like this. I swear I won’t approach you on the street again.’ ‘I... think so, yes.’ She looks away for a moment, thinking something over. ‘And I could stop working with that other girl, so I won’t be seeing your friend... you know, that rapper I was talking about. But I really can’t talk about anyone else, so no more questions, okay?’
‘Well maybe some questions. Like what’s your name?’ ‘Min-ji.’ ’Is it really?’ ‘No, of course not. I can’t give you my real name. Don’t be ridiculous.’ ‘What about your age?’ ’I didn’t ask yours. Why should it matter?’ ’That’s not fair, everyone knows my age, it’s on the internet.’ Min-ji laughs at him a bit, her giggles sounding like tiny jingle bells. She covers her mouth and tries to compose herself. ’I’ve never searched for your details, you know.’ ’Oh! So you’re not a fan. Huh!’ Jungkook is more confused than surprised. That makes no sense, everyone knows about him. Girls especially.

’No, not really.’ She gets up again and stands in front of Jungkook. Her body is so perfectly curved, her skin so supple and glowing, he has to stare at it instead of asking any more questions. She encourages him by taking his hand and putting it on her waist, then running her hand through his dark black locks to pull Jungkook’s face closer to her body. He obliges and plants a little kiss just above her hips.
‘But I tell you what, I was very happy to get that booking with you. You’re ... so... extremely handsome.’
She moans out the last two words while Jungkook bites down into her tiny love handles. Before he could get enough of her, she pushes him away slowly. Min-ji rubs her finger over the spot where a little hickey is about to form from Jungkook’s bite. Her finger moves down further wrapping around the tiny pink strings of her lacy underwear. She bends over and takes it off and before Jungkook could do anything she climbs on top of him. Jungkook’s mouth goes so dry that he can't get air out of his lungs out, let alone a full sentence. He tries to zoom in on her naked pussy but fails to get a perfect look at it because she bends over and her face and tits suddenly block his vision. Her knees are right next to Jungkook's hips pinning him in place while her tiny but surprisingly strong arms stretch out to push his chest into the bed.  Their eyes meet for a very long moment before she ducks down and kisses his exposed neck then up to his lips but without letting him kiss her back. Instead, she brushes her lips against his jawline and whispers into his ears. 'I’m not a fan but... even I have to admit... it’s not everyday I get to see something so impressive.’ Her hand moves down and, as if to punctuate her sentence, she palms Jungkook's bulging crotch. Jungkook has to close his eyes for a second and bite down on his lip. Her words and her strawberry scent is too intoxicating. It sends his head spinning, almost as much as the thought of her bare bottom hobering just an inch away from his cock. Just the thought of it makes it jump as blood rushes through his veins. The girl stops rubbing him over the fabric of his boxers and lies back on top of him. Her tits are struggling to stay in her frilly pink bra, pressing down onto Jungkook's skin. She’s arching her back to reach herself with the same hand that was pleasuring Jungkook a minute ago. The room is so quiet, Jungkook can hear the sound of her fingers sliding into her wetness and her stifled moans that she sighs out slowly. 'How fast do you want it tonight?' She's whispering into his ears again, making it very hard for Jungkook to decide if she wants to focus on the sounds of her sweet voice of the lewd noises from the other end of the bed. 'Like this?' She whispers again, her fingers plunging into her faster and noisier. Jungkook breathes out shakily, looking for the right answer but only managing to murmur something like a "no". He's growing impatient but also wishing the minutes of teasing could last for hours. His cock is growing harder and more uncomfortable trapped in his underwear but he refuses to finish in five minutes and say goodbye again. His hand finds its way to the girl's ass, grabbing it firmly but slowly. His fingers slides down lower, pushing her whole body closer to his and her pussy within his reach. Jungkook slaps the girl's own hand away and runs his fingers up and down her slippery lips all the way to her clit, moving at almost a glacial speed. 'No... I want you like this...' One hand is grabbing onto her right ass, holding her in place while the other is stroking her slowly. His fingers keep on hover over her parted lips and around her clit for a split second each time, until he can hear her moan louder, feel her biting down on his neck harder, and growing more wet between his fingers. Without speeding up even a tiny bit, he lazily takes off his boxers with his other hand, making no effort to rush anything, just listening to the noises she makes as she gets more wet and demanding. 'I want you all night... Do you understand?' He pushes two finger into her, letting the sticky heat cover his hand and her high-pitched moans fill the room as he works them against her tight walls until her legs start twitching slightly. Jungkook takes his hand away to help himself out his boxers finally and give himself a quick stroke around his aching cock. He looks back up at her while he does that and suddenly has a great idea. 'Show me how you like it.' Jungkook takes her hand and puts it on her fingers on her clit and pushes down gently.

'Show me how you do it when you're alone. I wanna see what your face looks like when you're close.' Just the sound of his own voice saying dirty things like that makes his erection grow harder in his hand. Or maybe it's the eye contact that they have between us that is so titillating. Either way, Jungkook is turned on like never before. Kneeling on top of him, Min-ji does as she is asked. First grinding slowly to show off her curves, she sways her hips on top of Jungkook and only touches herself here and there softly. But then, her pointer finger starts working her clit and her head falls back as if she suddenly has to read some words written on the ceiling. She's breathing faster, her chest heaving up and down while her other hand rubs where her nipples must be under the bra. 'Take them off...' Jungkook whispers hoarsely. She just ignores him and continues pleasuring herself on top of him.  'I said...' He is about to reach with both hands and undo the bra himself but his arms are caught in her hands. She takes them and plants them firmly on her hips, pushing his hands so that he is lowering down slowly.  Her thighs meet Jungkooks’s and her dripping wet pussy is about to touch his erection. She tilts her head back again and starts gliding on Jungkook’s cock, going gently up and down. She is barely grazing him but just that is enough to make him want to enter her more than ever. Jungkook wants to moan but she catches his lips with hers and kisses him. Her tongue finds his and they twist around so sweetly that Jungkook forgets what planet he is on for a moment. Her hips are still going up and down, her wet and hot pussy lips going from the head of his cock down on the shaft, while her tongue licking his. All he knows is that kissing her is too good to stop, even for a drag of fresh air.  The kiss ends however, and so abruptly that he can't even pull her back in for more. Next thing he knows, she has already got back up and is moving her knees all the way up to his ears. She's looking down at him, almost leering with a wicked little glint in her eyes. Her finger is once again over her clit, where Jungkook placed it earlier.  'Do you still want me to show you what I like?' Jungkook swallows eagerly. His hands snake up her thighs and grab her ass to lower her pelvis down to his face. 'Show me.' The words leave his mouth but are barely audible. He's already pressing his lips onto her pussy, eating it out as soon as it's close enough to reach. She lowers down, grinding into his face gently at first and then faster and harder as Jungkook slaps her ass demanding more of her. It tastes like heaven. The excited little squeals she makes urge him to twirl his tongue and suck down even more. His effort is paying off, he can feel her legs shaking and her hips jolting wildly as he continues holding her down and eating her out. But it's not enough, Jungkook wants more. His hands touch her all over as he's searches blindly, desperate to feel more of her skin. Finally he is squeezing her tits but the bra is still in his way. Unclasping them is impossible, the hook is too far away. Unless... Jungkook takes a chance and fumbles around the front of the bra, looking for that little strawberry button he saw earlier. Yes, it hooks in the front! He undoes the bra and slides it off her shoulders, kneading into her soft tits, cupping them and rubbing her nipples with his fingers. He pushes her boobs together, feeling up all the soft skin at once then twists her nipples a little bit until she lets out a little squeak. It feels so fucking amazing to grab her like this, Jungkook has to moan too, his noises vibrating against her wet pussy lips because he still can't stop himself from licking and sucking on them.  'No, no... I...' The girls is trying her best to form the words but they all come out like little pleads and moans that Jungkook just takes as signs to give her more. Her fingers run through his black hair, pushing him more into her while she tries to say her piece again. 'I mean... Please! Stop..., no! I want you...! ' She moans out load as Jungkook's tongue pushes down on her pulsating clit. 'Aaaanngghh... I mean it!' Jungkook lets her go, looking up confused and a bit offended. Was it really bad? Her face gets close again and she is kissing him on the lips again and pressing her chest down onto his. Her huge tits spill over his muscly body and all Jungkook can think is how much he wants to fuck her like this, grabbing her by the hips and pushing her chest into his. But then he tears himself away from the kiss. 'Why'd you stop me? I wanted to make you... you know, finish.' Jungkook is feeling shy again. This is his first time eating somebody out. Maybe it was awful? But he's a good kisser, isn't he? The girl is panting as she looks at him, her cheeks red and her face full of desire. Her huge tits are still pushed up against Jungkook’s chest but her nipples are just about visible now. They are flushed and rosy from the way he’s been handling them. He wants to do more, take them into his mouth and suck down hard. But first, he needs to know why she made him stop.
She doesn't answer yet, just takes her hand down to Jungkook's dick and strokes it up and down softly but confidently. She works his shaft, grabbing his balls, it all feels perfect. Still giving no answer to Jungkook's question, she takes his cock up against her pussy and rubs it in and out, pushing it just about an inch inside herself. It's so hot and tight, and so very wet, Jungkook has to growl like he's awfully angry at something. As he tenses his whole body, trying desperately not to thrust his hips up and fuck into her, he hears her voice again. 'I had to stop you because, you see...' She whispers into his ear, totally ignoring the animal sounds Jungkook is making as he struggles under the waves of pleasure. '... I want to come with your big, hard cock inside me. As soon as he hears the words, Jungkook holds her tight and thrusts up, finally shoving his throbbing dick into her tight pussy, pushing into her, not just an inch but half way in. It feel so unbelievably good, he thrusts once more, burying his cock all the way and clasping his arms around her waist to pin her down in a tight embrace. They both moan, the girl into the bed, Jungkook into her neck, as he gives another, slower thrust, hitting her walls with the head of his cock. He takes it out a bit and then fucks into her again in slow strokes, but soon speeding up until he is getting close to cum. His thighs are smashing into her big round ass, their skin making noises that are muffled only by their moans and dirty talk. ’Ah, fuck me... Fuck me harder!’ Min-ji screams into the bed, the speed of their movements pushing her head into it more and more. Jungkook holds her even tighter by her hips, lifting her higher up and raising his own hips too. She is hovering over his chest now, her arms balancing on his shoulders, getting fucked in mid-air, her hair flowing down into Jungkook’s face. Watching her perfectly round tits bouncing frantically as he pushes inside her faster and faster, Jungkook knows he’s going to cum in a second. If only he could get her close enough to bite on her nipples and bury his face between her boobs, but it’s too far. His nose can only just about reach them, and it doesn’t matter anyway, he can’t hold it any longer. His hipbones meet her ass once more but this time Jungkook pulls her onto himself, not letting her move an inch as he comes into her, growling and cursing loudly. Jungkook is still giving her a few more thrusts but letting her lovehandles go finally, after grabbing them mercilessly for so long. He moves his hands to her tits, pushing them up and together, feeling their weight and softness in his palms. Min-ji is touching his hands, guiding them to grab her tits even harder. She is sitting in his lap, his cock still twitching and hard inside her as Jungkook’s legs slowly collapse from the effort of the non-stop thrusting. He lies on the bed, totally exhausted, having only energy to watch lazily as Min-ji’s face contorts from the pleasure and pain of having her nipples squeezed. They’re getting hard again, turning from rosy to a darker shade of pink. Her hips move slowly up and down, her tight pussy still pressing against Jungkook’s erection. Her hand reaches down and presses down on her clit while she grinds down onto Jungkook. ’I’m... Aa...aaah! I’m coming!’

She throws her head back, pushing her chest out more and more into Jungkook’s hands, urging him to grab and squeeze her tits harder. Min-ji rubs her clit even harder now, and soon Jungkook can feel a wave of hot wetness cover him again. ’Come for me... Jungkook pleads, barely having the energy to say the words but finding the strength to thrust up just once more. He hits her deep inside and she makes a sound Jungkook hasn’t heard before. Min-ji falls forward, her body languidly meeting his. Jungkook throws his arms around her and hugs her tight, breathing in her sweet scent. ‘Stay the night. Please.’   -x-

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Jungkook wakes up, feeling hungry. He rolls around in his king size bed, then spreads out like a starfish. He just had the sweetest dream. So vivid, like it was happening for real. Still half asleep, he tries to get back into it, focusing on the fragments that are still on his mind. They fade away with every second, he can't get them back again. ‘Do we have any strawberries?’ he wonders. Just as he’s about to crawl out of bed and head for the kitchen, a thought crosses his mind. He grabs his phone from the nightstand and rolls back into bed to start typing a text. > Hi! Are you free tonight? :) Within a minute, a reply comes to his message. Min-ji’s typing speed is still alarming to him, even after a week of back and forth texting. Is she constantly on her phone or does she answer so fast because it's him?
Whichever is the case, Jungkook is eager to read the reply. He sits up excited but his shoulder hunch down soon enough; the reply is just too cold. [ Min-ji ]> I told you don’t text me here. You have to use the general helpline to book a time, like every other client. [ JK ]> Come on! You said you like texting with me. [ Min-ji ]> I never said that. I thought we agreed no texting. Only for emergencies. [ JK ]> It is an emergency. I woke up thinking about you ;) [ Min-ji ]> I can’t do this evening. And neither can you. You told me you have an award show today. Something about melons? [ JK ]> No, that's something else. Stop pretending you’d don’t know about the MAMAs! You live in this country too!! And it won’t last all day.   [ Min-ji ]> I’m busy.

Jungkook knits his brows and pouts at his phone. 'Busy. Pfff! So unfair!' He throws the phone on the bed and stares at the ceiling instead. Just texting Min-ji gave him a hard on. And the dream he just woke up from might also been a factor. Instead of finishing what he dreamt of, he's looking at three hours in the make-up chair followed by hours and hours of K-pop and hundreds of people in sequin dresses and shiny suits and perfectly coiffed hair clapping and smiling endlessly. The MAMAs are tonight and he has to be there with his bandmates. Which is a good thing, except for the ordeal of having to sit there, wait, and do nothing. Then, after an eternity of stewing in his fancy suit, it's time to get on stage and perform his ass off. Morning sex would have been just the thing to give him the pep in his step to get through the day. And then return for some more when they wrap things up. Why can't Min-ji stay in his room permanently? Is that a bad thing to ask? Busy! With what? Why would she say no? Before he can ponder any further, Jungkook hears a ping from his phone. It's from the staff group chat. He needs to get going. Jungkook walks to the bathroom, throwing his pyjamas on the floor. He hops into the shower, letting the hot water wake up his body while his mind drifts back to what he was dreaming about. He worked out last night, and every other night for the last week in preparation for the event, in addition to the grueling rehearsals. The heat hitting his muscles feels so good, Jungkook’s head is lolling side to side, letting the water hit his face, turning his jet black hair  into an even darker shade. The hot water running down his shoulders into his chest and down his torso feels like the soft caressing of two warm hands. He looks down and below his sculpted abs he notices that his erection is not only still there but has grown to a monstrous size. ’Well, I can’t show up to practice like this.’ Jungkook snickers at himself, a little embarrassed, a little excited to steal away a few minutes from his morning routine for getting himself off. Maybe the dream he had earlier comes back to him if he’s naked and wet. -x- 'This is an ordeal.’ Jungkook enters the tiny dressing room assigned for BTS. It's stuffy and blindingly white with heavy overhead lights and extra lights around each make-up station. The countless mirrors only increase the brightness of the space.  ‘You say that every year.’ Namjoon replies to Jungkook's comment in passing as he heads towards the table to grab a water bottle. 'It's meant to be a nice thing, you know. We used to cry at these award shows. When we finally got an award, remember?' Yoongi chimes in quietly.
'Ah! It's taking ages! Four hours and we're nowhere near half way through!'

Jungkook's frustrated but not at his bandmates. They're right, as always. Tiny spaces are not his thing and that's all the award show seems to be at this point; hour and hours of sitting uncomfortably in a tiny space. This is Jungkook's personal hell. He sits down to let the staff members fix his hair and make-up for the millionth time this evening. His anger dissipates quickly though and he's feeling his usual, if a bit tired, self by the time the touch-ups are done. The assistants are working on the others now, soon the room starts to empty out as the members return to their spot in the award show seating area. Jungkook stays behind for another minute, attempting to steal away another precious moment before going back to that awful sea of glitter and fake smiles. It must be evening by now. Maybe 7 pm? He wants to check the time but there's no clock in the dressing room. A text pings up on his phone as soon as he grabs it from his bag. > Back at home? It's Min-ji. No follow up, no emojis, not even a hello. It has to be Min-ji, he doesn't even have to look at the name. [ JK ]> No. We're at the awards. Still. Unbelievable.
> And don’t say I told you so.> Why are you texting me anyway? I thought you said it’s not allowed. [ Min-ji ]> It’s not.> Just letting you know that I won’t respond to this number anymore. My boss told me to change my phone today.> So anything you wanna say, tell me in person. After booking a time through the hotline. [ JK ]>Fine! So cruel!! Believe me I’d book it right now if I could. [ Min-ji ]>What would you do if you could? [ JK ]> I'd fuck you so hard, you have no idea.> I’ve been thinking about you all day, it’s driving me crazy. I want you to kiss me wet. Then go down on me and lick me up like a candy.  'Oh, really?' says a familiar voice just behind Jungkook. 'Wha- ??? How did you get in here?!' Jungkook wheels around in the chair staring at the girl who seemed to have materialized from out of nowhere. 'Don't worry about that’ Min-ji winks at him.

Jungkook gawks at her, first in total disbelief like he’s seeing a ghost. His eyes soon turn into golf balls about to pop out of his head as he starts to take in all that is in front of him. The girl from last week is standing in the middle of the dressing room, this time not in her underwear. It’s doubtful she’s wearing any, not even a thong, judging by the tightness of her evening gown. The low-cut silver dress is covered in sparkling crystals all the way to the floor. It’s holding on by two paper thin spaghetti straps running up her shoulders. Her breasts are covered up but only by a small miracle. The cut of the dress goes down so low, clinging to her delicate skin so much, her double Ds are squeezed in just about. There’s barely room to breathe; each time her to ribcage moves, her tits press together even more making the bright lights of the room dance off their curves. Though Jungkook is frozen stiff, Min-ji seems comfortable enough, playing with the straps of her dress. Before Jungkook could utter a word, her fingers slip under the straps of the gown and pulls it down her lovely shoulders. Her hips sway side to side as she walks closer and closer to Jungkook, revealing more and more of her naked body. By the time she reaches him, the dress is already halfway gone. Min-ji presses her body against Jungkook, one arm around his neck, the other busy looking for Jungkook's hand. She clasps his hand, moving it up to touch her waist, her stomach, and finally pushing it up to her exposed tits. 'Now tell me you missed me.' She whispers into Jungkook's ear, clutching his hand under her hand, so he has no choice but to caress her tits as she motions him to go harder. Min-ji moans out loud and runs her fingers through Jungkook’s dark hair. She shoves his face against her neck, demanding kisses in addition to the groping she’s getting.
Before he could make sense of the situation, Jungkook’s body is already responding to her wishes, kissing and biting down her neck, just as her hand is instructing him to. He murmurs a few curses and sweet nothings into her skin, kissing anywhere he can, squeezing her breasts, grabbing her ass. Jungkook can feel his erection press against his boxers, his breathing speeding up, the tie around his neck getting unbearable. The tie! He's at a national event! What the hell! 'No, no!' Jungkook tears himself away from consuming Min-ji's body like an animal and shakes his head to calm down. 'I'm at work! Not here... How did you even...?' 'We have thirty minutes. Don't waste it.' Min-ji closes the distance between them again, her sweet scent enveloping Jungkook. Feeling her body heat against his chest again is such a rush that Jungkook’s heart starts pounding like  an alarm. 
'Let me get that tie for you.' 'Oh, hell no!' Jungkook takes her tiny wrists in a tight hold and frowns at her. 'Safety first! How did you get in here?' Min-ji sighs and rolls her eyes, all the charming playfulness disappearing from her face. 'You really think getting into this event would be hard for me? Now, do you want to have a good time, or do I have to show you my backstage pass?' Without waiting for a response from Jungkook, she starts undoing his tie. ‘A back stage pass?’ Jungkook is now only talking to the spot where Min-ji’s head was a second before. She’s long gone, kneeling in front of his crotch trying to undo his belt. ’But you’re not a makeup assistant or a member of staff.’ ’No shit, Sherlock.’

The belt buckle opens and Min-ji’s nimble fingers are already touching Jungkook’s underwear, slipping under the hem, trying to push it down. ’My boss gave me the pass. I was already meant to be here, it didn’t take much to get me special access. And you’re my best paying customer, you know. Worth the effort to make a last-minute change and drop by while you’re stuck here. Now no more questions, okay?’

Min-ji looks up at Jungkook to get his consent. The bright lights of the dressing room shine down on her face. Her skin is milky white, flawless, and dewy, like a fresh rose petal. Dark locks of long hair frame her delicate neck, running down to her shoulders and spilling down her back. Her round tits are peaking out between her arms, the pink nipples begging to be kissed. Jungkook wants to bend down and take a bite out of her but it’s the girl who moves forward and presses a kiss on Jungkook’s hip bone and dragging his boxers down to his knees. Jungkook wants to say something snarky but he's rendered speechless the second Min-ji's wet tongue licks up the shaft of his cock. Before he can even exhale, her lips are wrapped around the head. She bends over even more, her back arching in the tight silver dress that's cut so deep down her body, it starts just where her ass begins. Jungkook stares at the perfect peach-shaped butt rocking back and forth while his cock is hitting against Min-ji's throat. 'Ff-uhh-uuuuuuuh-huck...' he exhales slowly. Soon he can't even say that much, just forming little 'o's with his mouth. Meanwhile, his eyebrows are knit so tight, Jungkook's face appears extremely cross like he just stubbed his toe really hard. Min-ji starts jerking him off in rhythm with all the amazing licking her tongue is doing to him. Spit is dripping down his dick, making the stroking motion of her fingers even more seamless. She gazes at him as she takes the cock in and out of her mouth, her pace getting more and more intense. Jungkook's face grows even more upset and his pained expression seems to give her enormous pleasure. The more he groans, the more determined her movements are, pushing him further into ecstasy. It's only been five minutes but Jungkook is ready to grab her head with both hands and cum straight into her sweet mouth. And the worst part is that he really wants to. The pride of showing off how long he can last is irrelevant compared to the sensations he's feeling right now. 'Ah...! I wanna fuck your mouth...!' Like he just said some magic words, Min-ji straightens her back and gathers her hair in one hand. Her mouth is agape, her eyes closed, waiting for Jungkook to put his dick in. Seeing her lips glistening wet and red from blowing him so hard, Jungkook can't hold himself back and immediately steps closer to the kneeling girl, guiding his cock in her mouth. It was aching for more pressure and heat, being separated from Min-ji body even for just a few seconds, and as soon as he can feel her tongue on him again, Jungkook moans out loud. His hand creeps behind Min-ji's neck, up her skull and right where Min-ji hand is holding up her hair. He jolts her forward, pressing her face into his stomach. Min-ji grabs onto Jungkook's thick thighs to balance herself as the thrusts start to get harder and faster. The blowjob is getting messier by the minute, saliva running down her lips, cheeks, covering her naked breasts. She touches herself, spreading the stickiness across her chest, rubbing her nipples with it. With every pinch of her skin, she moans into the blowjob, her pining vibrating against Jungkook's erection.  Jungkook is already about to burst. He opens his eyes to look at the half-naked Min-ji again, just before he gives himself over to the nasty act they're committing in this innocent dressing room. His gaze travels to the right, where he suddenly sees the both of them in a mirror.His dick seems monstrous in size compared to Min-ji’s head, but even so, it disappears into her mouth to then re-appear immediately without any effort. The movement is so savage and perfectly in rhythm, he can't hold himself back any longer. The sight of her tits shaking and bouncing and the depth of Min-ji hot mouth takes him over the edge. Jungkook holds her even closer, tufts of her silky hair caught in his fist. He cries out a string of curse words as he shoots his load into her. Min-ji keeps sucking down on him, licking and swallowing, long after his hold on her head is gone and his knees begin to buckle.
The girl swallows in a big gulp, sucking up all the wetness covering Jungkook and finally moves away from him. She licks her lips and put the straps of her dress back on. Then she starts to move towards the door. Jungkook is buckling his belt and is about to check the mess his hair and makeup has turned into, when something crosses his mind. ‘How did your boss know?’ ‘Know what?’ Min-ji turns around. ‘That we were talking. Texting, I mean.’

Jungkook scans Min-ji’s face for answers but there’s nothing there just the aloof expression of a doll. The only evidence of her being flesh and blood is her puffed up red lips and her blushing cheeks, still colored by the efforts of the blowjob. ‘He just does’ Min-ji shrugs and walks to the door, eager to change the subject.
‘That’s it?’ Jungkook catches up to her in an attempt to close the door before she leaves but he’s too late. ‘We only had 30 minutes. Time’s up.’ Min-ji replies as she walks out. ‘You know we both have places to be.’
The buzzing sounds of the ongoing event are emanating from the main room. Jungkook has to go, he’s been away long enough. Just then, he notices that there’s a person standing right outside the dressing room, waiting and observing the two of them. The girl who is standing by silently is wearing an equally stunning gown as Min-ji. Her dark red lips shimmer in the low night as she frowns, dissatisfaction and impatience written all over her face. She’s wearing green contacts, which make her gaze all the more menacing as she’s sizing up Jungkook. Having seen enough, she then turns to Min-ji.
‘All done?’ ’Yes.’ Min-ji nods. ‘Car’s outside.’ The stranger walks off, stilettos clicking and her long blonde hair swishing behind her. Min-ji watches her go for a moment before turning back to Jungkook, who can't help but feel offended by both women. He furrows his brows, not quite understanding how things turned so sour within a few minutes after the pure bliss of being alone with Min-ji. 'I have to go now.' She says under her breath. 'I promised to be there. Afterparties. They need escorts. Good luck with the awards, I hear you're nominated for many things. I wish I could watch you win.' 'You could. Why can't you go home with me?' Jungkook hears himself ask. It almost sounds like he's begging. It sickens him a little. 'I can't.' Min-ji avoids Jungkook's gaze and nervously tucks her hair behind her ears. She steps back but Jungkook touches the small of her back gently and holds her closer. ‘I know I said I can’t date you, even though I’d want to. Very much.’ He says quietly, a shade of pink appearing on his cheeks. ‘But I thought you said you would only be with me. You wouldn’t have to work for anyone else. I thought I’d... have you... all to myself.’ The touch of rosiness across his face is now steadily turning red. ‘I never said that.’ Min-ji’s monotone voice cuts into the silence. Her coldness feels like a kick in Jungkook’s stomach. ‘I said I’d stop working for people that you know. And I have.’ She turns around to check how far the other girl has gone. Anxious to catch up with her before she disappears at the end of the corridor, Min-ji turns back to Jungkook to quickly say goodbye. The hurry in her face is obvious but then there’s something else too. Pity. Jungkook realizes that his expression must be clealry hurt. He presses his lips together in an attempt to look tough but it just makes his stomach sink lower. ’It’s not that I don’t like being with you. It’s work, I have to go.’ Min-ji mutters. ’No, it isn’t.’ Jungkook squints at her, his arms crossed and head tilted to the side. He seems even taller, his shoulder even more imposing. ‘You said it yourself, I’m your highest paying customer. You don’t need afterparties.’ Min-ji gives no reply, just stands there silently. Jungkook throws his hands up, having reached his limit.

‘Well, whatever. It’s not like I had any hopes of this going anywhere. And what do I know about anything? Never dated a person in my life.’ He tries to walk off, tired of the stupidity of the situation, but she grabs onto his arm. Her touch is so gentle and timid, Jungkook stops and looks back at her. Min-ji is staring at him, her cheeks flushed and lips parted and trembling.
‘I... I also never dated before. All my life, I’ve only known ... her. And I’ve always followed her. She found us this job and every other job I ever had. Where she works, I work.’ ‘Why would you do that to yourself?’ Jungkook blurts out the words, losing his patience completely. 'Because...! We look after each other. And...' There is another long pause. Min-ji faces off Jungkook, determined and sure of herself at first but then it seems she lost her trail of thought.
‘You wouldn’t understand’ she says finally, her voice turning back to that awful monotone that Jungkook dislikes so much. Her head is hanging low, dark hair falling into her face. There’s no way of knowing whether she’s offended or sad, crying or just speechless. ‘No, I don’t. And if you don’t tell me, I never will.’ Jungkook sighs. It's frustrating to wait so long for Min-ji to raise her head and face him again. He’s tempted to touch her jaw and nudge it up himself. But then the dark locks are whipped around as if the wind has just blown past the two of them and Min-ji is speeding towards the other girl who hasn’t looked back since.Jungkook shakes his head and returns to the blinding lights of the award show in the hopes of finding a large bottle of cold champagne and six of his best friends somewhere in the crowd.

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‘Thank fuck for free alcohol.’ Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief, realizing that the award ceremony caters to its guests with an open bar. On his way back to his team after the awful exchange with Min-ji, he spotted the bar tables and stools awaiting the guests to enjoy chilled drinks and indulge themselves in the hottest industry gossip. He really shouldn’t be here so early but at least there’s nobody around to judge him. It’s  just the waiting staff and they seem totally unfazed by his presence.

Jungkook sits down by the bar and stares at the shelf of expensive bottles of liquor. The bartender approaches and Jungkook asks for a glass of champagne.

He takes a sip and is immediately several degrees calmer. The icy, bitter taste feels as refreshing as jumping into a pool on a hot summer day. The bubbles prick at his throat as the drink goes down and Jungkook can already tell the alcohol is going straight to his head. Still, the comfort of the familiar taste is worth it. He can finally exhale and contemplate everything that just happened.

‘A vodka soda, please.’ A squeaky, fairy-like voice speaks right next to him, interrupting his daydream. There’s an accent in there too - whoever it is, they are not native Korean. Jungkook takes a peek at the owner of the voice from the corner of his eye, without moving his face too obviously toward them. The first thing he sees is glitter and sequin covering the thinnest possible layer of nude-coloured mesh. There’s also lots of blonde hair reaching down to the back of the nude dress like a waterfall of pale gold. Two glossy bare legs are also there, and a pair of sparkling high heels. Whoever this is, it’s an idol. Jungkook returns his attention to his drink, wondering if he should leave right now before there is a problem. It’s not a good look, being spotted sitting all alone and drinking before a performance. But who are they to judge? This person is doing just the same. He tries to catch another glimpse, this time aiming at the face of the stranger. His attempt instantly backfires. The other lone drinker also chose the exact same time to look at Jungkook. Their eyes meet and the expression on their faces makes one thing clear: neither is happy to see the other. Rosé turns away from Jungkook with the same speed as one would after touching a hot stove. She stares down at the bar table, frozen stiff from the shock, until the bartender places her drink in front of her. Her arms move mechanically to retrieve the glass, taking desperate gulps from it like a deep-sea diver coming up for air. Then, after the drink did its work, she opens her mouth to speak, still facing away from Jungkook.

’I won’t tell if you won’t.’ Her voice is barely detectable against the noise coming from the main stage. But even so, Jungkook can tell that it is at least an octave lower than the voice she ordered her drink with. This tone is something else. It’s even more foreign in accent, but that’s not what shocks him. This voice is so sleepy and dazed, it’s almost rude. ‘Deal.’ Jungkook nods and drains his glass. Refusing to acknowledge each other might be the best option. In any case, he has to go and a second glass of champagne is totally out of the question. 'Why are you here anyway?' Rosé asks, keeping her gaze on nothing else but her drink, as though the task of stirring ice cubes with a straw requires her undivided attention. Jungkook is stuck in the middle of getting up from the bar stool and being caught off guard by the question. Unsurprisingly, talking to girls did not become easier since the last time he tried it. And Rosé’s very apparent dislike of him and her mysterious reason for needing vodka in the middle of an award ceremony is not exactly putting him at ease. 'Tough day, huh?’ Rosé asks again, only this time she glances up at Jungkook. First it looks like she’ll turn right back to her drink and continue ignoring him. But then, her gaze settles on him, and to Jungkook’s total horror, it refuses to move away.
For reasons unknown to himself, the more she searches his face, the more compelled he feels to keep staring back, a strange sense of intimacy pulling him in deeper. He lets her eyes scan his face, and Rosé is eager to take the chance. She looks for a sign, anything that would betray his emotions hidden under his carefully composed demeanor and the masterfully applied makeup. Well, whatever is left of it after making out with Min-ji. Yes, Min-ji. He kissed her today. Feels like an eternity ago now. Time seems to have stopped since he’s been trapped in a staring content with another international superstar at a bar where neither of them is supposed to be, far from their assigned seats where they should be smiling and clapping emphatically. Jungkook wants to look away and leave but he does neither. Being this close to her feels wrong in every conceivable way and yet there’s the unmistakable feeling of adrenaline spiking up in his body simply because he’s doing what he isn’t supposed to. Any interaction between their two groups have always made crazy headlines and an avalanche of outlandish assumptions about what might be going on between band members. Everyone ends up foaming at the mouth, either in rage or in some sort of misplaced excitement. The two of them stay motionless, the unspoken truth lingering between them. There’s no way they can have a normal conversation. Too much to conceal from each other. The stalemate is almost comical. For more than three years now, they’ve been bumping into each other at award shows, watching each other perform countless times, but never saying a word. Come to think of it, this is the first time Jungkook can actually take a look at her, in an unhurried, unashamed way. He studies her perfectly made-up face glowing in the bright indoor lighting, framed by her glamorous hair-do styled meticulously down to the last lock. Everything about her is so strikingly gorgeous it’s almost painfully breathtaking.
Everything except one thing. Just where the most shine and shimmer should be, there's only a lifeless stare, a tired expression, a thousand-mile stare yearning for something that’s impossible to reach. Now that he’s taken a closer look, the melancholy behind her big doe eyes feels much too familiar for Jungkook to ignore. It's the same loneliness he's seen so many times in the bathroom mirror after a long day.
Rosé blinks slowly as if waking up from a nap. She sighs and asks Jungkook for the third time. ‘So... how has your evening been so far?’ 'It.. uh... Good. Well... It did not go as I hoped it would.'  Rosé scoffs and rolls her eyes, finally ending the intense eye-contact as she stares down at her drink. 'You haven't lost a category yet and we're halfway through the show.'  'It's more of a personal thing.' 'A-ha...! Now that, ...I know that kind of problem.' Rosé raises her glass, toasting to their shared misery, and empties it in one go.

'I just got stood up recently. If you can believe!' She chortles as if the mere notion of somebody rejecting her is a fantastic joke. She may act like she doesn’t care but her voice says otherwise. The bubbly giggle trails off, turning into a slow and bitter chuckle of derision. Then Rosé is quiet again, her head sunk low. When she speaks again, it is less to Jungkook and more so to her finished drink and the pieces of ice melting against the glass. ‘Sometimes I wonder if any of this is worth it. If... If I can't have what I want. If I can't be... myself.'

The ice cube that she’s been eyeing so intently suddenly escapes through a lemon slice and plops to the bottom of the glass. Rosé blinks quickly, remembering where she is and who she’s talking to. ‘Ah, fuck... What am I even saying?’ She quickly buries her face in her hands then straightens up again, smiling like a cheerful poster come to life. ‘Sorry. I swear it’s not the drink talking, I’m just in a silly mood!’ she says, waving her hand in front of her face apologetically. The act would be convincing, maybe to someone else, but Jungkook is no stranger to flashing a million-dollar smile on command even when there isn’t an ounce of joy in his body.

Watching somebody else perform this charade is oddly uncomfortable. Jungkook feels an unusual pang in his chest. A sudden urge overcomes him, to make her see that he knows what she’s trying to do. But nothing comes to mind, he can’t find the right words. And they both need to leave, there is no time for this... whatever this is that they’re doing right now, a national award show is not the place for it.

The wide, artificial grin fades away as Rosé watches Jungkook struggle for words. She looks away sheepishly, regretting the whole conversation, then takes another tentative peek at him. ’Please... Let’s just forget I said anything.’ She asks quietly. A more honest, sad smile is hiding in the corner of her lips. The next moment her stilettos click against the floor as Rosé gets up to leave. Before she could even finish her first step, Jungkook’s arm reaches out and touches her wrist gently. ’No... I- I understand.’ Jungkook hears himself speak without even realizing. Whether it was his words or the touch of his fingers on her skin, Rosé stops in her tracks and turns towards him with a look mixed with curiosity and alarm. ‘You know, the thing is... Privacy is so important to me but I never actually feel like I have it anymore.’ Jungkook expects himself to stutter or stumble on his own words, but no such thing happens. Instead, just like when a cupboard crammed full of plates is suddenly opened, his thoughts turn into an unstoppable stream of spoken word flying out his mouth as soon as he starts talking. The sentences spill out one after the other, and the most incredulous thing is that Rosé chimes in just as quickly, as if they are reading lines from the same script. ‘Even when I do, it's awful, so very...' ‘Lonely! And no matter how much I try to stay private, some stupid detail always gets out and is twisted into something, uh... ' 'Ridiculous and infuriating? I know! And the media picks it up immediately! I hate myself speaking negatively like this but it's true...' ‘It sounds like I'm so ungrateful, especially when I’m wearing things like this... '...I do feel so sad sometimes... And nobody understands how impossible it is.' ‘I can never please everyone, there’s always going to be people who are disappointed. About what I wear or what I look like- ’ ‘It’s so hard to keep looking just the right way, I swear I dream about pork bellies and cold noodles but I can’t have them weeks before a photo shoot.’ ’Don’t even talk about food right now, I haven’t had anything to eat since morning just so I can fit into this dress.’ ‘I’m so sick of dieting... but I feels good to be in shape, like I’m doing what I’m supposed to do...’ ’But some days I hate it so much, all the rules and the pressure... Gosh, I sound like I hate my job. But I don’t!’ Rosé exclaims and shakes her head. ’I know!’ Jungkook replies loudly. ‘And I know it’s worth it, it’s what I wanted to do all my life.’ ’Be on the stage and sing for people.’ Rosé finishes Jungkook’s train of thought with a triumphant smile on her face.

Their excitement wears off quickly however, when the sound of loud cheering pours in from one of the stages. Somebody is about to perform. Jungkook finally lets go of Rosé’s hand, realising that it might his turn to step on the stage soon. Break time is over, he really can’t stay a second longer. ‘I... I have to go to the ladies room. Have a nice evening.’ Rosé is already walking away, as quickly as her high heels and teeny tiny dress will let her. Leaving the bar himself, Jungkook notices a small card on the table. He flips it over and sees a telephone number printed on it. There's a little pinkish stain next to it. The imprint of lips, pursed into a kiss, made with glistening, rosy lipstick. 
-x- ‘Finally.’

Jungkook sinks into his bed, enjoying the peacefulness of not doing anything, not seeing anything, not thinking about anything. Just lying on his bed, his hair still wet from the shower he just took. It’s been a terribly long day yesterday and an equally long morning today. A meeting right after an award show is the last thing he wanted but it could not be avoided. Responsibilities of an idol. And a stakeholder. And a team member. He is all of those things. But mostly, he is just tired. Thankfully, he has four days off from work, starting right now. He smiles to himself at the thought of those upcoming days of freedom. To celebrate, he gets up to make lunch. Making his way to the kitchen, he crosses the living room of his luxury apartment where a gigantic arrangement of flowers and gifts await him. The pile has significantly increased since this morning when he woke up, the congratulations keep pouring in for him and his bandmates for the many wins from last night. Though he is getting light-headed from hunger, Jungkook can't ignore the well-wishes and spends a few minutes opening cards and boxes at random. In the middle of the floral and wrapping paper jungle, he soon finds his wallet and several other small items he left on the coffee table when he got home last night. Next to his lip balm is a crumpled up little card he recognizes and carefully straightens out. The lip gloss mark is still there, sparkling. Jungkook chuckles to himself, a mischievous smirk appearing in the corner of his mouth. He places it in his wallet, which he pockets along with his phone. 'I think I'll have ramen.' He thinks to himself, walking away from the flowers. Upon entering the modern kitchen, Jungkook stops and frowns. There is yet another bonanza of flowers, covering the kitchen top, which he would now like to use for its actual purpose. 
Jungkook makes a start at freeing the stove from various orchids and tiger lilies, when he notices a bouquet that is smaller than the rest, almost pitiful compared to the other lavish arrangements. It looks home-made, too shoddy to even qualify as a bouquet, just four measly white roses tied together with a brown string and a piece of paper stuck between the leaves. As he takes it, a red rose is revealed hiding between the white ones.

‘How odd.’ Jungkooks says out loud and opens the card, now with even more curiosity.  
Congratulations. I wish I could have seen the performance live.

You deserve every award in the world. Sorry for everything.

All the best,

M 
  Jungkook read the words so fast, they didn't register at first. He reads the card again. Then again.  The paper shakes in his hand. He tries to steady himself but Jungkook's powerful figure is suddenly barely able to hold him up, his muscles are like jelly. The thoughts in his head rush together all at once, making him dizzy.  He knits his brows, closing his eyes for a second. The little card slips between his fingers. Jungkook bends down slowly to retrieve it. He reads it one last time, then shoves it in his pocket.  The confusion he feels is strange, disturbing in its unfamiliarity. Where did it come from? Was it always there, hidden under his every attempt to not feel the way he really wants to? Under all the expectations and rules he built around his very soul, hiding all his dirty thoughts, his weaknesses, where he is just a little human boy looking for somebody to be with. Since when did he want it so much? When did he become so desperate for another to see him for who he is?  Jungkook quickly takes out his phone and dials a sequence of numbers.

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Congratulations. I wish I could have seen the performance live.

You deserve every award in the world. Sorry for everything.

All the best,

M 
 The card and the words in it seem to flow through his mind, all jumbled up, making less and less sense. All Jungkook knows is that he has questions. Many questions. And he needs to ask them in person. He dials the familiar number and waits anxiously for a response. 'Manager Sung-hyun? I need your help.' Jungkook can feel his heartbeat speed up with every word he speaks out loud. 'I've done something stupid.' -x- Min-ji wakes up grumpy and tired. She stayed up late last night, checking her phone for nothing in particular but still unable to just log off and go to sleep. At 2 am, she only gave up once her eyelids were sticking together and her brain was sufficiently fried from social media non-sense.Now she has to face the day with burning eyes and nobody to blame but herself. Her phone chirps and she suddenly feels an urge to be awake, a reason to move out of bed. Maybe it's someone or something interesting. Anything to distract her from the previous day.Just an automated notification. "Your parcel has been successfully delivered. Please rate our delivery service!"'Ah. That.' Running away from the past isn't happening today, apparently. She can picture Jungkook's confused face reading her note. The embarrassment is too much, she groans into a pillow.'Whatever!' Min-ji tosses the pillow away. 'Nothing wrong with apologizing.'She nods to herself and gets out of bed determined to escape the thought of what Jungkook is up to and what he might think of her. It's over, at least. No more could have, should have, would have.-x- 'Well! It was not easy, I’ll tell you that much.' Manager Sung-hyun enters the meeting room he booked for the two of them, mumbling in his usual "exhausted from caring too much" tone.'But you did nothing stupid, Jungkook. That needs to be said. You did the right thing, you told me.'Jungkook bows his head but Sung-hyun cuts in.'Thank you for telling me' he says.If the situation of discussing the latest developments in the young man's sex life wasn't embarrassing enough, for both of them, now it is reaching new heights. Jungkook expected at least a bit of a telling off. But it never happens, just new levels of compassion from manager Sung-hyun, which Jungkook struggles to believe each time. 'And best of all, I was able to reach them quickly, so it's being taken care of as we speak!' The manager steers them out of the icky bromance moment, to focus on the surprisingly less uncomfortable subject of contacting a sex worker for personal time outside of the business package.'Thank-' Jungkook puts his hands together and goes in for the bow again but Sung-hyun flies in like a hawk.'It's my job.' He gets up from the meeting table before Jungkook could say another word.-x- 'But I'm not working today!'Min-ji barks into her phone, through a croissant that she's pushing into her mouth.The drug store is filled with blinding overhead lighting but her sunglasses make it bearable. And stocking up on make-up is a welcome distraction from everything in the past few days.'How is this a favor for me? Doing a job for you on my day off?' Min-ji sasses the person on the other end of the call after another giant bite into her snack.'You said you would never give that out!' Her sunglasses slide down her nose revealing her utterly shocked face. Min-ji lowers her voice into a concerned whisper. 'My personal phone number is for you and me and nobody else. You promised. Don't you care about my safety?'She leaves the basket full of eyeshadow palettes and leaves the shop to get better reception. There must be some kind of mistake.'Of course I do.' The low baritone responds to Min-ji. The voice of Mr. Kang always had such a soothing effect on her.'Which is why I am calling you.’ Kang explains while Min-ji settles down by a park bench. 'To ask you, not to tell you. Would you like to share your phone number with this person?''Why would I?' Min-ji scoffs.'Beats me. You would lose them as a client instantly, of course. I won't vouch for any of that "off the books" dealings. You either use one of my own phones or you are not working for me.''I need this job, K.''You can stay with us, I don't mind. But this person can't book you through us anymore. And if you have any sense, you won't deal with him directly. It's not safe.''Then why would you even ask me?’‘We got a special request. Very persuasive actually. Somebody wants to be your personal acquaintance, not the usual client. A friend.’’A what?! That's not a service we offer! Who is this fool?’ Min-ji blurts it out without thinking.‘Alright.' K laughs at her exasperated tone. 'This happens sometimes. People get ideas. It could be more, they think but it usually isn’t, if you ask me. And since you clearly made no new friends recently, I'll turn them down for you, don't worry.''Fool.' Min-ji thinks to herself. ‘The last thing I need is somebody breathing down my neck. Now, when I'm knee-deep in a melodrama already with J-'Hold on!' Min-ji clutches her phone tight. 'What was this fool's name?'They did not call me themselves, we don’t have their name. Just their assistant’s.' Kang tuts at Min-ji's naivete.'But I can tell you this. This is your newest client. And your highest paying one yet. Would be a shame to give up this business opportunity in exchange for a friend. He seems like a good catch.’-x-Jungkook holds an A4 paper in his hand. All the information he needed, all there, printed for him, gathered in just under four hours. It’s only about 5 pm. This morning none of this was at all an option.Now that it’s possible to do so, he can’t find the courage to call the number on the page and state his claim. It occurs to him that he did not think this through. Like at all.’Too late now!’ Jungkook says to himself. ‘I’ll just... improvise.’He dials. The phone rings out. It is answered unnervingly quickly, just after one ring.It must be the right number, nobody sits by a phone like Min-ji. Jungkook makes a note to ask her why she is permanently glued to her phone, but maybe not right now.’Hi. This is Min-ji.’ Her voice sounds normal. Why isn’t she as anxious as Jungkook who can barely hold the damn phone?!’This is Jungkook, right? I sure hope it’s not some creep pretending to be you. That would be almost impressive in terms of con artist abilities. Fooling me and my boss. Hello ...?’
Answer her, dammit! Say something!!
‘Yes, hi, it’s me!’ He got the first sentence out. Jungkook swallows hard, trying to overcome the unbelievable dry mouth that’s choking him.‘I know this is very creepy, tracking you down like this. But it’s not like that! I thought it through.’’Really?’’No, absolutely not.’ Jungkook admits immediately. ‘I have no idea what I’m doing. I thought I’d call you and we could work it out together.’’Work what out?’ Min-ji asks tentatively.’Again, I have no clue.’ Jungkook laughs nervously. He can feel himself breaking out in sweat at this point.’But it’s about you and me, and how I can’t just have a tiny card from you, and that’s it. That can’t be it. That’s stupid. Not that the card was stupid, no! I loved it! And I loved the roses, too. Though, kind of a weird color choice. White? Isn’t that for a christening of a baby? Or funerals? What were you trying to say?’
Stop talking! For the love of God, stop talking!!
‘I... I don’t know.’ Min-ji responds quietly. ‘I couldn’t send you a bunch of red roses. First of all, they are very expensive. And also, maybe a bit intense. We barely know each other. But you know, for some reason... I really wanted to send all red ones anyway.’There is an awful pause between them for a minute.’Actually, I had no right to send you even one red rose. I just wanted to apologize. For getting involved with you. Very unprofessional. And rude.’ She pauses to scoff. ‘That’s me alright...’‘I had no right to try and get personal. Or get this number.’ ’You didn’t take it without permission. I said yes. Although... I’m not sure exactly to what.’ 'I’ll show you.’ Jungkook replies so swiftly, even he’s surprised. ‘Can you come over, tonight? Say, seven o'clock?' -x- It’s seven on the dot.Min-ji knocks on the giant door in the hallway of the apartment complex.
This is ridiculous. What are you doing here?! 
Before she could really get into a negative thought pattern, the door swings open, revealing a dashingly handsome Jungkook, his hair in perfect waves, wearing a white shirt and black suit pants.‘Hello!’ He turns on that signature 10000 kilowatt smile, as if everything about him wasn’t already blindingly gorgeous.
I’m either the luckiest girl alive, or the biggest idiot in existence.

Min-ji walks in, trying to get away from the vision in front of her. It’s just too much all at once. She sits down on the couch, still in her coat. It sure feels good to hold onto something solid.’Than- Thank you for inviting me over.’Min-ji tries to talk in her work voice but it just won’t turn on. She is not on-call. She can’t pretend this is for work. It’s not, it’s for real and it feels like a mistake. Jungkook sits down next to her, his sweet scent hitting her deep in her soul. One whiff of it and she wants to sit in his lap and hide her face in his chest. ‘I’m glad you’re here.’ He says, smiling kindly. 
Why the hell is he not nervous?! I’m about to jump out of my own skin!
‘I know you just arrived, but...’ Jungkook starts, slowly and quietly, his face so close to hers she can hear him breathing. ’Would you like to go for a drive? I have a table reserved just for the two of us.’‘A table?' she blurts out in disbelief, keeping the rest of her questions to herself.‘I used fake names but they are very adorable, we could pretend to be them!' Jungkook explains acting mischievously.'I- I can't...' Min-ji whispers, a blush running across her cheeks. 'I thought we- ''Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. We are technically not allowed to date.’ Jungkook throws his hands up in defence.He gets up and starts pacing up and down the room, thinking out loud. ‘It is a bad idea. Not advised. But here's the thing!’ He stops and turns to her dramatically. ‘I don't care.’Min-ji can’t help but chuckle, though her voice is still full of anxiety.'No, you don't understand...' She gets up from the couch and tries to explain but doesn’t get too far. Jungkook skips towards her and cuts her off with a kiss, cupping her face tenderly as their lips lock. It sends shivers down her spine how warm his hands feel against her cheeks, still cold from being outside just a few minutes ago. Min-ji closes her eyes and lets herself get lost in the little world that only includes the two of them.‘It's going to be great. I promise.’ She hears Jungkook whispers into her neck, twirling tufts of Min-ji’s hair with his fingers. ‘It's just that I... I...’ Min-ji tries to protest. ‘No. I won't hear of it.' He puts his hands up, grinning mischievously, already on his way to get his coat and usher Min-ji out.But then a strange choice of words stop him in his tracks.‘Jungkook...!  I'm not wearing anything!’ Min-ji cries out.She has opened her coat as evidence. It's only one of her legs and an inch of her right hip that is now on display, everything else still hidden under the coat. And yet, the impact this has on Jungkook is immediate.On his face where there was cheerful glee, now is an expression that would only be appropriate if he was starved for a week and then presented with a three-course meal.She was not telling the truth, she is wearing something. A thin, impossibly thin, black thong is peaking out from under the coat.All the memories he's been replaying in his mind, alone in bed late at night, it's all here... a step away, barely a layer of clothing in his way.Dinner plans all forgotten, Jungkook walks up to Min-ji, lingering close to her skin. He touches her thigh and the dirty thoughts multiple by a hundred in his head.His hands can’t help but wander right to the sweet spot of her waist, drawing her body closer to him. He pushes her coat aside, his body finally pressed against her.'Say... Say my name again.' He speaks the words into the same spot of her neck where he was kissing just a minute ago, but his voice could not be more different.This time, Jungkook murmurs the words in a low, demanding tone, licking and biting down Min-ji's neck.Already aroused beyond control, he thrusts into her naked body with his hips, his arms holding her tight in the dirty embrace.Min-ji can hardly catch her breath between each moan, his touch is making her pant out loud before she can reply.He does not mind. The unintelligible noises she makes just encourage him more.Jungkook is already grabbing her ass with one hand and using the other to slip his fingers under her thong. The same soft and gentle hand that caressed her face not long ago, now touches on her hot and velvety skin, so greedily and impatiently, Min-ji's whole body trembles in his embrace, and a faint squeak escapes her mouth.Between hurried intakes of breath, the words he wants to hear are finally said, slowly and drawn out like taffy.'Aah... J-Jungkook-ah... 'That's all she can manage to say, but it's enough to compel Jungkook to kneed her ass even harder, and use his other hand to slip even further down, push her thong aside and press down on her soft, velvet lips. They part for him in an instant, already burning up, hot and slippery from desire. She feels so wet under his touch, he can't resist it. Jungkook's fingers are in her and all he can think about is pleasing her with every move. He knows he should stop but he can’t. Min-ji’s arms are around his neck, her needy pleas ringing in his ear.'Yes, yes,....ah, yes.... 'Jungkook replies with an irritated groan, his eyes closed shut, his eyebrows furrowed, as he kisses her like his life depends on it.Every last shred of willpower is needed to stop himself from tearing down the coat and pushing his whole face between her thighs.Jungkook moves his hands up, grabs her lovehandles, and pushes his fingers deep into them, pushing their hips together while he’s torn between the option to step away or have sex on the carpet immediately.His eyes roll back as he sighs deep, but finally he lets go to escape the magnetic pull between them.It hurts him to separate their hips from the intimate position they curled up in. His face is full of anguish as he inhales deeply and looks down on Min-ji who's been reduced to a puddle of desire in his arms.The way he stares at her, all stern and serious, almost resentful for her seductiveness... Min-ji has to bite down on her lip to resist the urge to beg for more.'Why would you do this to me?' Jungkook huffs, a chuckle trying to come through between deep intakes of breath.'I thought... ' Min-ji closes her coat and steadies herself, her knees still trembling. 'Well, I always arrive ... uhm, ready. I wanted it to be especially, ... especially sexual tonight. Had no idea you made plans like this.'She walks backwards a few paces and finally finds the wall to lean against, while Jungkook throws his head back to calm down.'You really booked a table for us?' Min-ji smiles , attempting to change the subject.'Yeah...!' Jungkook presses down between his eyebrows to regain his composure. His voice is almost a squeak, high-pitched and pained.He's regretting the damn booking right now, but instead just says 'I have a shirt you could borrow.'-x-Jungkook waits in his bedroom while Min-ji dresses up. His whole body is still on fire but at least the two of them are finally alone, Jungkook can tell her exactly what he's been thinking.It was supposed to happen over the phone but he couldn't do it. Then he planned to say it over dinner. It seems a challenge to get there.This time he’ll say it properly. Clearly and calmly. Explain the whole plan. As soon as she returns from the bathroom.’Never again am I surprising you with nudity.’Min-ji’s voice reaches the bedroom before she does. Finally, she appears, wearing one of Jungkook’s shirts tied around her as a dress.The room fades away, his carefully planned speech disappears, and the only thing he can see is her shape right in front of him. So much clearer than in his dreams, so much more beautiful. Jungkook silently watches her walk towards him to join him on the bed.There is an awkward silence as they stare at the carpet.’So, the reason why I thought we could have dinner together... and... Well, I thought... We could get to know each other. Be friends, you know?’Jungkook starts the rehearsed speech but the words don’t go anywhere. Having her sit beside him on his bed, just like that first time, he can’t think of anything else except their first kiss.He turns to her to catch a glimpse. Min-ji stares back at him, her dark eyes glittering in the low lighting, bright with anticipation.He inches closer to her, spellbound by her gaze. As soon as their thighs touch ever so slightly, he knows he won’t be able to continue the speech. His hands are already wrapping around her hips.Intoxicated, Jungkook feels his chest get heavy, burning up with adrenaline. He can barely breathe, he needs release, right now.What he was trying to say? Something about... staying friends? Yes, that's it. Friends, just friends. Taking things slow. That's right, he couldn't keep it together before but now he can say it. Calmly, clearly...‘Fuck...’ Jungkook sighs loudly, completely defeated. ‘If can't have you right now, I might lose my mind.' Not a moment later, their lips meet and Min-ji's arms snake up to his shoulders, hugging him close. Her fingers run through his hair and Jungkook is losing whatever self-control he had five minutes ago. 
Too fast...! We shouldn’t, I know I shouldn't. Stop, stop, stop!
 Jungkook can hear his own thoughts but his body won’t respond. He shuts his eyes and kisses down on her neck even harder, as if devouring her is his intention. If he can't kiss her all over, he might suffocate. 'I missed you so much. You have no idea... ' Jungkook doesn't even notice what embarrassing things he is saying. It feels so good to burrow his face into her neck, to smell the scent of her perfume, her silky hair brushing against his cheeks burning from blushing so hard.His whole face is red from the excitement and desire flurrying inside him - but thank God she can't see that, it's all hidden as he plants kisses down her neck and her shoulders. Each more hurried and desperate than the other, each accompanied by a muffled little moan. Maybe she can tell, maybe it's all too clear how much he missed her. Maybe he doesn't care anymore.He stops eating her up for a second, straightening himself up and facing her directly. He is panting impatiently and yet he is trying to focus, his expression serious. A few rogue locks fall into his face but Jungkook runs his fingers through his hair to quickly to get them away. He tries to say something. Something serious.Min-ji's eyes dart to his right arm, at the tattoos peaking out from his t-shirt. Jungkook notices this, abandons the speech for the millionth time, and tears the shirt off himself, revealing the entire tattoo sleeve and a few other random pieces of body art on his chest. Min-ji's hand reaches out and touches his pecks, her lips trembling as she touches him. Mesmerized by the tattoos, her eyes and fingers explore his body until they finally settle on two little glimmering pieces of silver. Min-ji moves closer to kiss down Jungkook's collar bone, all the way down to his nipple piercings. She takes them in her mouth, one after the other, making Jungkook throw his head back as he gets more and more turned on with each soft, wet lick of her tongue. Her naked thighs brush up against him, she’s rubbing against his growing erection on purpose. Jungkook can't help himself, he grabs her big, round ass and slips his fingers between her already wet lips. Min-ji keeps making needy little sounds until their moans blur into one chorus of delirious desire.His underwear is long gone, Jungkook watches Min-ji's head get low, licking up and down his hard cock, aching to be sucked. She twirls her tongue around it one more time before making it all disappear. The throbbing head pushes against her throat and Jungkook shudders from ecstasy.The sloppy blowjob gets faster until it gets too hot to handle. Jungkook interrupts her, pulling her hips onto his lap, placing her close to his erection. He starts rubbing it against her clit up and down, insufferably slow, refusing to go any faster until he can feel evidence of her arousal dripping down, covering his hard cock with sticky wetness.He might be in control right now, but Jungkook can't even make out where the bed starts and their bodies begin. It's all one big hallucination, an endless sensation of soft, warm, aching movement. All he knows is that his eyes can't move away from Min-ji’s face, he has to see every little expression as she rides on top of him.Her face twitches each time his cock hits the spot she wants, her moans getting more and more impatient. Min-ji can't wait any longer, and finally lowers down slowly onto his cock, her tight pussy letting him penetrate her, inch by inch. He can feel all of her sweetness wrapping around him, and tightening so hard, he sees bright flashes of light before his closed eyelids.Jungkook grunts out loud and wills himself to open his eyes to watch what’s happening. He sees her biting her lower lip and grinding circles onto him, sighing and crying as she does. Her angelic face is glowing from sweat, her brows are knit, Min-ji is focusing and suffering from overstimulation.  'I wanna fuck you all night... '  Jungkook exhales the words between his teeth, struggling from the tension. He wants her, closer, harder. He bucks his hips into her, making her tits jump up and down, and her hair fall into her face like a black waterfall, running down to her nipples.All this makes his mind race faster. He has to cup her face with one hand, he has to kiss her chest with his lips, suck on her tits, grab them, squeeze them, bite and twist her nipples. Has to pant and grunt to tell her how it feels when she’s near. She has to know. It’s not nearly enough, he's not holding her tight enough, she's not close enough, the moment can't last long enough.Craving even more intensity, Jungkook gets on his knees, holding Min-ji up with his hands under her ass, and lifting her up and down, first carefully and slowly, then wantonly and mercilessly. His thighs slam against her, his cock hitting her insides harder and harder until she isn't just moaning but practically screaming.Holding onto Jungkook’s big, muscular shoulders, Min-ji bares her teeth to find the strength to arch her back, riding hard and fast on Jungkook’s throbbing cock, meeting every one of his thrusts. As her ass goes up and down, she feels her pussy tightening up with each effort of her body.Their thighs clapping and their breathing heavy from lust, hinging on the edge of cumming, Jungkook could swear he has never felt anything so wet, his cock has never been this hard. It goes into her tender flesh like it's about to cut her, but Min-ji just keeps on whining little pleas.'Fuck, yeah... give it to me...! Fuck me, Jungkook!'His arms soon get tired though, and their movements get sloppy. Jungkook throws her down the bed and puts his head between her thighs, eating her out deliriously, while two of his fingers thrust into her. Min-ji screams again as his hands slam against her body, her face in ecstasy and disbelief at Jungkook’s endless stamina.He wants to do this for hours, listening to her begging him to fuck her, but he's too greedy tonight. He has to be in her, she missed her too much. Jungkook pushes her onto the pillows by the headboard of the bed, spreads her legs, holds onto her thighs, and grinds into her. As Min-ji takes a sharp intake of breath, Jungkook watches intently as his thick cock pumps into her glistening wet pussy, her lips rubbing against his member. Jungkook can’t get enough of the lewdness, he has to touch her, please her clitoris, pushing down on it with his thumb.He hits her sweet spot and Min-ji exclaims, her whole body tensing up so much, it prompts Jungkook to stay in the same position, fucking her as fast as he can.She grabs the back of his neck, pulling him down onto her soft, irresistibly juicy tits, urging him to eat her up. Jungkook keeps fucking into her, licking and sucking down on her breasts, wishing he could hold his breath longer, so he could lick each nipple more and bury his face between her big, bouncing tits forever.Min-ji’s fingers are clutching his hair, commanding him to go harder. She can't say it with words, Min-ji is too busy holding her breath, climbing higher towards an orgasm.Jungkook can barely breathe himself. The room has run out of oxygen, his body is burning up, the blood pumping in his head sounds like a clock ticking, except it's as loud as somebody hammering a wall down.His whole body is aching for him to stop but the adrenaline overpowers it all, except for the alarm sounding off in his head. It sounds like his ears ringing when he's underwater for too long but all he cares about right now is how deep he can fuck into Min-ji’s pussy and how hard he can grab onto her jiggling tits bouncing againt his mouth.Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick...The seconds speed past him and he can't possible hold the tension any longer. But these last images of Min-ji in his arms, sweating and burning up from desire, the final pained expressions exchanged between them, the tightness around his shaft, the taste under his tongue... it's almost worth suffocating to make it last forever.'I-I'm ... AAah! I'm - Ye-s...!' Min-ji gives a final moan as she reaches climax, her eyes rolling into her skull, her legs wrapping around his back, her pussy gripping around Jungkook’s cock. The feeling sends him into uncontrollable thrusting. Jungkook cums a moment later with a guttural scream. He continues fucking into her for a few seconds, somehow. He can hear his own little grunts, dying down now, one after the other. He's body is his own once again, he can feel exhaustion hit him all at once, everywhere.Jungkook lets his head hang back, his forehead completely drenched, his messy black hair clinging to it. After a few deep breaths, he shakes his head like a swimmer emerging from the pool.'What the... fuck was that?' He asks himself and Min-ji, panting through the sentence. 'I almost killed both of us.''And... broke the bed...' Min-ji quips.She gathers all her strength to bounce her body on the mattress. The bed frame responds with a woeful whine. The main structure of the wood is badly damaged.'Christ...' Jungkook sighs, covering his face with his palms.'I know I don't even have a fully functioning bed to offer for tonight... ' he says as he snakes up the creaking bed to lie next to Min-ji.‘But I'd really like you to stay over.'  -x-