You convulse, grinding uncontrollably on Jungkook's face, and you feel your body release years of pent-up yearning. You're squirting, leaking all over him. This isn't normal for you, but nothing tonight has been expected.

Jungkook starts making strained, muffled noises. You quickly raise yourself up off him and he gasps loudly for air. You look down at his face, drenched in your juices. He seems vaguely traumatized.

"Thank you," you whisper, then lean down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips.

"Any time," he replies, his eyes still watering.

You climb off him and bend down to pick up your panties, pulling them up to your thighs as he watches.

"Y/n, can we —" he begins.

"Shhh," you reply. "You're dreaming, remember?"

You leave Jungkook alone in the guest room, wondering to himself what the hell just happened.

 As you sneak to the bathroom to clean up, you remember something that makes you smile.

He's going to be staying all week.