42: One Minute
"You...what?"
Jungkook's face is a startling shade of tomorrow red, mixed with a dash of fire truck, and his eyes are as big as you've ever seen them. If he presses his lips together any harder, his lip rings are going to fly off and ping off of the walls like pinballs.
You take these factors to mean that he might be a tiny, little bit pissed off.
Through gritted teeth, he questions in a gritty, raspy voice, "Who?"
You really don't want to answer that.
The scene of interest has totally slipped your mind until now: that fated moment where Jimin, thinking that you were Jungkook's chosen girl, had pressed his lips to yours in more of a sign of familial welcome than one of sexual desire.
Obviously, Jungkook's forgotten as well.
"Just someone. No one, really," you try to divert, leaning back against the back of the couch with one shoulder in a move meant to be casual and dismissive. Jungkook reads your body language, but the narrowing of his eyes signals to you that he doesn't believe it.
Just like you could see the lie in his eyes, he can see it in yours.
"Song Y/N, I'm going to repeat this one more time. Who?" At the look in his eyes, you think of Jimin's sweet, soft smile and hope that he's somewhere safe, happy, and not being stalked by your father's men.
Because goodness knows he won't be safe when he comes back here.
"It was really just a misunderstanding, okay? Not even a real kiss." Pausing mid-sentence, you decide that you're going to make a verbal run for it just to get it out of the way. "ImeantechnicallyitwaskindofyourfaultbecauseyougavemethetatooandthenJiminthoughtiwasyourtrueloveandhekissedmeoutofjoyandthen-"
The black-haired man goes rigid in his seat. "Did you just say Jimin?"
Eek. "No, nope, I don't think so. You must be hearing things." Nervous laughter bubbles out of you like mist out of a champagne bottle.
Jungkook holds up a halting hand, his head dipping and his eyes closing in a
dramatized considering way. He captures his right lip ring between white teeth for a moment, releasing the metal from the clasp of his mouth as he speaks. "So what you're telling me right now that you've already had your first kiss?"
"Technically, yes."
His teeth grind together so hard that you're a little scared they'll break. "And it was with Jimin hyung?"
Hmm, did you say that?
Grimacing, you send up a small prayer for Jimin's sake, relinquish a slow, reluctant nod, and wait with stilled breath for Jungkook's reaction.
His lips part, drawing in a soft breath, and his eyelids close over the black beneath, hiding from you any emotional output they could have. His hand, which was fisted tightly around the edge of the couch cushion, relaxes.
He's bottling up his emotions, keeping them tightly under wraps as he processes them.
That makes you incredibly nervous.
Jungkook's eyes flash open, black and totally composed. His hands suddenly dart out and clasp yours tightly, leaving you no room to escape.
He says, "Give me one minute."
"Pardon?" Confused at the burning look in his eye, you try to tug your hands out of his grasp.
He won't let you go.
Holy crap, the man's gone crazy.
Jungkook uses his hold on your to slide your unwilling form closer to him across the couch cushions.
"You have no idea," he grinds out, "-how much I held back because of all of your 'first time' bullcrap. And then, it was Jimin." He closes his eyes again, inhaling deeply through flared nostrils as if he's doing his best to stay calm. "So give me one minute. That's all I need."
"What are you even talking about?" you squeak, flinching when his thumb traces a silky patten across the gently-sloped valley of your wrist. "One minute to do what?"
Once again, those haunting black eyes flicker open and lock into yours, brightly lit within by a fire made with flaming intensity. "To make you forget that you ever had a kiss before me."
Your heart stalls and stutters like a car engine out of gasoline, renewing seconds later with a vigorous pump.
Heck, he literally just made your heart stop. You take a mental note to not underestimate Jungkook's power of unintentional seduction.
Even as you do, you also try to redirect your mind on track. Just because you've (kind of) already had your first kiss doesn't change your feelings about the situation.
You want to go slow as heck, because even through Jimin kissed you, you had no emotional well-being riding on the outcome of that relationship. This scenario with Jungkook is a whole different animal - one that hasn't changed from your kiss with Jimin.
"I don't think that's a good idea," you say firmly to the hungry-eyed man in front of you. "I still feel the same way. Jimin didn't kiss me because he liked me. He kissed me because he thought you liked me. This shouldn't be an issue, right?"
Jungkook's tongue slides into his cheek and one eyebrow lifts, changing his face into an arrogantly irritated look, only topped off by the roll of his muscular shoulders and the tattoos on his skin.
"The more you talk about it, the more pissed I get," he warns in a dangerously soft voice. "We can go frickin slower than a snail riding a turtle through quicksand if you want to, but after this minute." He tilts his head toward the ground and swears, raking a hand through pitch black hair with frustrated fervor. "Holy heck are you lucky that I thought it was your first."
Your lower stomach heats up into a ball of warm, squirmy messiness when you think of what could have occurred all those hours ago, when Jungkook considered your plea for time and communication.
"Um..." Still unsure, your body coerces your mind in a persuasive voice of velvet softness.
How much damage could he do in one minute? Go on, nothing bad will happen.
Nothing will change.
Your brain and your body war against each other.
Space. You need space, away from the muddling heat of Jungkook's presence.
You try to edge back on the couch, using your feet to scoot backwards as far as you can while Jungkook still holds your hands captive.
He lets you go, and you feel a sense of massive relief as you use your now able limbs to push yourself away.
Until he follows you.
Jungkook rolls forward on the leg tucked beneath him, anchoring one knee on the inside of the couch as he stalks forward on all fours like a lazy, ebony-coated predator. He favors his uninjured arm, leaning more weight there to save his wounded shoulder. His shirt hangs loosely from his tight form, giving you a mouth-watering glimpse of the base of his neck and the curves of his collarbones, and painted with swirling, striking webs of ink.
As he nears you, his back covers the light emitting from the ceiling like the moon eclipsing the sun, casting a forbidding shadow across you.
"One minute," he breaths in a growl, starving eyes locked on your unintentionally parted lips. "One minute to do whatever I want."
When you realize your mouth is gaping open like a water-lacking fish, you snap it shut. It's too late to refuse. Jeon Jungkook is set on a warpath, and you can't convince your overwhelmed body that you want to stop him. "So...I mean, can we set a timer?"
Jungkook shuts you up with his mouth.
You don't have time to take a breath before his lips crash into yours, not anywhere close to the gentle caress from earlier.
He's everywhere.
His lips surround yours, teeth nipping, breath tangling into a knotted mix of passion and panting with yours. Any sense of time or space or any conscious thought flees in the presence of his heat-brimming attack.
His body lowers against yours, cradled between your legs, and his chest heaves with breaths. Jungkook lets his mouth glance across the corner of yours, his tongue slipping out to languidly glide across your lower lip.
His tongue piercing is a warm change of texture in your mouth, clanking gently against the back of your teeth and scoring the inside of your cheek with heat.
Heck, what is this feeling? It's like he's found a way to reach into you and pluck at your heart, controlling every shocking strike of heat that resonates through your body with a few simple touches of his mouth.
He's crawling inside you, burrowing into your soul.
His cheek brushes yours, and the cross burns.
You're helpless.
If this is what real kisses are, you're completely out of your element. All you can do is open to his invasion, doing your best to respond when you can. You suck at his lip ring, bite at his lip, clutch the hard muscle of his forearm as you struggle to orient yourself among all the sensations he's creating in you.
And then, just like that, the minuscule few seconds that have lasted hours end in a separation that almost tears a protest from you.
Jungkook forces himself to rip away, your mouths separating with a soft, sweet chu.
You can't help but follow him, arching your body up off the couch so your mouth brushes his again, so you can feel him against you one last time.
You fall back against the cushions and go still.
Eyes flickering open, you don't know what you were expecting to see. Maybe a smug look from the cocky man who obviously knew of the combustion that would happen when your lips touched for real, or maybe a soft, sweet smile meant to reassure the inexperienced you.
You don't expect Jungkook's black eyes to be wild and unsettled, his chest heaving as he stares down at you in a sort of awed bewilderment that means what just happened between you isn't normal. He looks just as shaken as you.
Jungkook's hand drifts down, and brushes your parted lips.
"So lucky," he whispers. "I wouldn't have stopped before."
You can't reply, still trying to get your breath back after the longest-yet-shortest minute of your life.
Jungkook falls back limply onto the couch opposite from you, also attempting to calm his breathing. The both of you sit in a comfortable, contemplative silence as you try to process what just happened.
As you lay there, you glance at the window, relaizing that the sun has already begun its descent around the edge of the horizon. You've spent all day talking to Jungkook, being with him and getting to know him.
Among other things.
As if he can read your thoughts, Jungkook glances over at you from his side of the couch.
A banked fire burns in his eyes; dimmed, but not extinguished.
"I need to go to bed," you say, and get up. It's clear that neither of you know how to approach this tonight, so you might as well give yourself a reprieve.
Time to think, and sort out feelings.
For a moment, you don't think Jungkook's going to let you go. You think he might leap up from the couch and sweep you up into his arms, going back on his one-minute promise and finishing what he started.
Maybe it's just wishful thinking.
He lets you tread into the dark hallway and into an empty bedroom without a word, leaving you to pour over your feelings alone until you drift into an uneasy sleep.
***
You're awoken by a sound that send your hair standing on end and your gut wrenching. Early sunlight drifts into the room, but the soothing softness of it doesn't ease the new fear screaming through you.
The front door.
It just clicked open.
Throwing yourself out of bed, you slide into the hallway, almost hitting Jungkook as he tears out of his own bedroom down the hallway.
He's got on a T-shirt and boxers, and there's a gun in his hand.
Your eyes meet his in a split second of panic before you fall in line behind him, edging down the hallway towards the front entrance.
As you draw near, though, your panic and fear evaporate almost instantly.
A pack of familiar forms file through the door and into the house.
Hoseok grins, holding his arms out and almost smacking Namjoon in the face. Behind Namjoon, Jimin, Jin, Taehyung, and Yoongi pile into the entryway. "Well? How'd it go?"
"Hyungs!" Jungkook clicks the safety on the gun, lowering the weapon in relief. His shoulder slump, a weight you didn't realize was there lifted off of him. "Are you guys okay? You lost the tail?"
At Jungkook's words, the men in the hall shift and glance at each other.
Namjoon rolls his single lip piercing between his teeth, glancing at Hoseok with a furrowed brow. "Tail? What tail?"
What?
Confused, you let your gaze travel between the questioning Namjoon as he stares at Hoseok, who's eyes hold a spark of mischievousness.
"What do you mean, 'What tail?'" Jungkook growls. "We've been waiting on you for two days to get here safe because you were being followed."
Yoongi scowls. "Kid, what are you taking about? We didn't have a tail. We've just been cleaning up and covering our tracks. Who told you that?"
You and Jungkook slowly turn your heads toward Jin. The older man is behind Hoseok, a grimace painted onto his handsome face.
He lifts a finger and points at the only person who's smiling in this situation. "He told me to do it."
Hoseok grins, totally unrepentant. "I felt like you guys needed some quality bonding time. So, how'd it go?"
[A/N]
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