Jungkook's pov

Unfortunately for me, I had forgotten about the secret smiles my parents were shooting each other before bed, so I had no idea I would burst into their room screaming about a cell phone emergency, while they were in the middle of, what can only be described as, 'the worst sight I have ever seen in my life'. No child should ever have to see parent sex. Ever. The image of
it seemed to be burned on the inside of my eyelids, and I couldn't shake it off. Even now, two hours later, it still just kept popping back in there, making me shudder and wince.

It was all incredibly embarrassing. I'd stood there practically screaming "Sorry," over and over again, with my hands pressed over my eyes, while they both tried to cover themselves up with the sheets. It was, hands down, the most awkward moment of my life. If a bolt of lightning had come down and struck me at that exact moment, I would have been grateful.

My dad had just thrown my mom's cell phone at me, ordering me to leave, while I just stood trying not to picture what I had just seen so I wouldn't heave. Then, to top it all off, by the time I had called Taehyung back and explained what had happened, we just spent the next half an hour laughing about it, so I hadn't had my phone sex after all. I had, however, arranged to cut my trip short and go home tomorrow afternoon so that I could get a little physical attention from my man instead. That would cheer me up no end.

For the hundredth time since it happened, I glared at my phone that was sitting on the side. "Worthless piece of crap!" I muttered. What was the point in paying all that money if you couldn't use the damn thing in a life-or-death situation? I'd missed out on probably the best phone call of my life, all because of a stupid piece of plastic and glass, and instead, I was scared for life and will probably never be able to look my mother in the eye again.

I glanced at the clock. It was now after two in the morning; the last of the girls had only gone to bed about half an hour ago, so I needed to be sure that they were all asleep before I exacted my revenge. Smiling, I pushed myself out of the bed and crept downstairs into the kitchen. Rifling through the drawers, I found what I was looking for; Dad's digital watch. When I was back in the safety of my room, I lay back on my bed with a smile on my face. I was tired, of course, but this was going to be worth it.

When I was finally convinced they would all be asleep, I grabbed the toothpaste from my bathroom, unplugged my alarm clock, and carried everything out into the hall, wondering who I should get first. I decided to go for Hannah. She and Ae-ri would get off a little lighter than Lisa
considering they'd used washable markers.

Silently, I slipped into Hannah's room and grinned, trying not to laugh. Hannah and Ae-ri were both getting the same treatment. I grabbed her hair mousse from the side table and, as quietly as I could, squirted a large blob into my hand before teasing it into the top of her hair, making it
stick up. Chuckling quietly at my handiwork, I set to work putting a blob of toothpaste on each of her fingers, before tickling her nose and cheeks with a piece of tissue paper. The whole time I recorded it on her cell phone as evidence, then sent it to myself after so I could keep a copy.

I looked down at her sleeping form, grinning at the toothpaste on her cheek, nose, forehead and neck. Perfect. Now I would do Lisa because her room was right next door. Before I slipped out of Hannah's room though, I pulled the black sharpie from my pocket and headed around to her other side, smiling smugly as I wrote 'Kook was here' on the back of her neck.

I let her hair fall back down and silently congratulated myself for thinking of this. All three of the girls had long hair, and usually left it down. Writing on the back of their necks, it would mean that they wouldn't be able to see it in the mirror. It could be days before anyone noticed.

Picking up the rest of my supplies, I headed into Lisa's room next door. After giving her the same mousse for the hair treatment, I decided to skip the toothpaste prank in case it ruined the other thing that I had planned. I grinned as I found her cell phone, setting her alarm to go off at 3:30 and then again for 5:30. I set her alarm clock for 4 am, then I plugged in my alarm clock and set it for 4:30, but I hid it under the bed so she'd have to get out and look for it. The last thing I had was my dad's digital watch, which I set for 5 am and hid under her pillow.

"Payback's a bitch, Lisa," I whispered, laughing as I snuck out of her room; just Ae-ri to go now.
When I pushed on her door, it wouldn't open. I frowned and tried again. The handle turned, but it didn't open. Had the little sneak barricaded her door knowing I was going to seek revenge? I laughed quietly; trust Ae-ri to think of that! She was definitely the one most like me. She'd won
for the night. I'd just have to find some way of punishing her in the morning instead.

I headed back to bed with a grin on my face, pushing a chair up under my door handle, knowing that Lisa would be in here to throw water at me or something in a couple of hours when the alarm clocks started to wake her every half an hour. Sighing contentedly, I drifted into a peaceful sleep thinking about my boy.

A couple of hours later, as I thought, I was woken to the sound of angry pounding on my door and Lisa screaming at me because she couldn't find the last alarm and it was apparently driving her insane. I had just smiled triumphantly and pulled the pillow over my head and went back to
sleep with a grin on my face.

In the morning, I headed downstairs early. I needed to come up with something quick so that I could get Ae-ri back in some small way. The only thing I could think of at short notice was to poison her coffee. I knew she had a lot of sugar, so I dumped the sugar into a bowl and replaced it with salt. Boring payback, but at least she would get something.

Ten minutes later, someone walked into the kitchen behind me. I smiled, expecting it to be one of my sisters; instead, it was my mom. I dropped my eyes to the floor and tried not to picture the sight from last night.

"Morning, Kook," she chirped in her overly enthusiastic morning voice. She was always a morning person, the same as I was.

"Er, hey," I mumbled, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me.

 What the hell do I say? Sorry for bursting in last night and interrupting your... Wow, I can't even finish that thought without heaving!

"Sorry about last night," I choked out.

She waved her hand dismissively. "No worries, we're all adults now."

"I thought I was until last night." I swallowed the lump in my throat and shuddered as my mind wandered there again. Slapping my forehead with the heel of my hand, I tried to actually knock the image from my head.

With my other hand, I pushed her phone across the counter in a bid to change the subject. "Thanks for the loan."

"Sure. What was the emergency?" she asked, making coffee. When she reached for the sugar, I briefly considered letting her put salt in her drink as payback for the horrifying sight I was subjected to last night, but then I figured I couldn't do that to my mom.

I put my hand over the top of the pot and shook my head. "You might want to go without today."

"Payback?"

"Payback," I confirmed.

"You're mean to your sisters, Jungkookie," she scolded but smiled at the same time.

"Oh, come on, they deserved it! I scrubbed it again this morning and it still won't come off," I whined, rubbing my stomach absentmindedly.

Mom giggled but stopped when I glared at her. "Okay, it's not funny," she stated, hiding her smile. "So, what was the emergency with the phone?"

Phone sex. Dirty, slutty, nasty phone sex. "My battery died and I needed to speak to Tae about something. As it turns out the situation kind of fizzled out, so what I wanted, didn't happen anyway," I grumbled, frowning and stabbing my cereal with my spoon.

Her eyes lit up as she snatched her phone from the counter. "So now I have Tae's number?"
I laughed and rolled my eyes. I'd already anticipated her reaction and had deleted Tae's number from the last dialed list.

"I can't find it." She scrolled through her phone, frowning.

"I removed it. I'm not letting you call him up and tell him all of my secrets, you'll scare him away from me with your craziness." I waved a hand at her in example of said craziness.

She pouted at me and put her cell phone down. "Aww, I'm just taking an interest in your first boyfriend. And, of course, I can't wait to meet him and his little boy!" she gushed.

"Well, like I said, it's early days."

"But you really like him?" I could hear the hope in her tone.

I sighed. "Yep."

"You're crazy about him?"

"Yes, Mother, I'm crazy about him!" I replied.

She squealed and clapped her hands like a teenage girl. "Then I'm a nana in spirit, at least. I can wait for the actual title to be handed to me when it's official."

I rolled my eyes and ate my cereal, ignoring her ramble on about how she was going to start buying toys to keep at their house ready for when he came to visit. The more excited she got about it, the more excited I got about it too. I couldn't help but wonder how long it would take Taehyung to trust me enough to become part of their lives for real.

Half an hour later Ae-ri came down the stairs, smirking at me cockily, obviously pleased with herself because she'd managed to escape the payback last night.

"Morning," she greeted. "How's the stomach today?"

I frowned at her and pulled my T-shirt up, showing her the pen that was clearly still there. "I can't believe Lisa did that. I got her back good last night though." I chuckled to myself, remembering her banging on my door in the night.

Ae-ri chuckled darkly. "I heard her screaming at you. Alarm clocks in the bedroom?"

"And mousse in the hair."

"Nice!" She held up her hand for a high five.

My mom poured her a coffee, setting some toast down in front of her. I watched with a satisfied smile as my sister heaped three spoonfuls of salt into her cup. Sighing contentedly, I leaned back in my chair and waited to enjoy the show. Karma didn't seem too bad when it wasn't directed at me.

That evening, I headed over to Taehyung's place. By the time I'd skipped up the stairs to his apartment, he was already waiting for me with the door open, leaning against the doorframe.

Two days of not seeing him felt like a ridiculously long time. I walked straight up to him, grabbed him, and hoisted him over my shoulder, laughing as he squealed.

"Jungkook! What are you doing?" he cried breathlessly as I walked into his apartment and closed the door behind me.

I grinned and spanked his behind gently. "I missed you, so I thought we could just dispense with the pleasantries and skip straight to the..." I trailed off and dropped him carefully on the sofa, smiling at his excited face.

"The...?" he prompted when I didn't carry on.

I sighed and sat down onto the sofa next to him, taking his hand and bending forward, kissing his cheek. "Skip to the movie?" I suggested,  trying to look innocent.

"And there was me thinking I was in for a hot make out session, caveman style. Now I'm kind of disappointed."

Taehyung stood up, so I gripped his hand, tugging gently so he fell into my lap. "Well I'm never one to disappoint," I answered, moving my mouth closer to his and wrapping my arms around him so he couldn't escape. I flipped him onto his back and hovered above him. There was no way I was disappointing him in that way, he definitely had nothing to worry about in that department. I'd had a lot of practice. I'd had a lot of experience with what people liked and didn't like, and I'd use all of that information to my advantage when I finally got him into bed.

He pursed his lips, pretending to think. "I suppose I could give you three attempts. If, by three times, I'm not fully satisfied then I'll be requesting a refund," he joked, stroking the side of my face.

"Okay, deal." I kissed him softly to seal the deal.

I pulled out of the kiss just as it was getting a little heavy. Taehyung chewed on his lip as he looked up at me a little nervously.

"I, er, just wanted to say thank you for the other night," he mumbled.

"Tae-hee told me that she heard me begging you to stay and talk dirty to me. Apparently, there was something mentioned about spanking. And I, kind of, vaguely remember trying to get your clothes off..." he trailed off, wincing as a blush covered his cheeks.

I laughed and nodded. "Yeah, you're one horny little school teacher," I admitted, blowing out a big breath as I remembered him saying those things to me.

"Sorry," he chuckled. "I just wanted to say thank you for not doing that. I really appreciate it, and I know that was probably hard for you to walk away from if I was throwing myself at you like that."

I smiled sheepishly. He had no idea how hard that was for me! "Yeah, you made it pretty hard."

"I can imagine." He giggled quietly before looking at me seriously again. "That really means a lot to me that you would respect me like that. Most guys would have..." He frowned, fingering the collar of my T-shirt. "Anyway, thanks."

I shrugged. "It was only because you were drunk. If you beg me like that sober then I'm not walking away."

I pushed myself up off him, more than a little proud of myself for resisting his advances. He obviously appreciated it. Maybe I would make a decent boyfriend after all.

"Shall we watch a movie and get takeout?"

By the time the movie finished, I was all over him. I had him pinned on his back on the sofa, every inch of my body pressed against him as I kissed him deeply. I was so excited that I was slightly concerned I could blow my load any second.

His hands roamed my back, his fingers digging into my skin, pulling me impossibly closer. I moaned into his mouth. I needed him so much. My body needed sex, it needed relief, and waiting was getting painful. I felt like some kind of sex-deprived junkie. Excluding the disastrous experience with Minnie last week, I hadn't had sex in five weeks. I was actually a little surprised that I wasn't shaking and sweating through withdrawal. That was the longest I'd gone without sex since I was about seventeen years old.

Taehyung's hands caught the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up awkwardly because I was lying on top of him. Getting to my knees and straddling his hips, I pushed myself up and yanked my shirt off over my head, tossing it onto the floor.

Immediately, Taehyung gasped and then burst into a fit of giggles, covering his mouth as his whole body shook with laughter.

I frowned, confused. That wasn't the usual reaction anyone had to my body. Usually it was a swoon or a moan, never giggling...

"What?" I asked. His eyes sparkled as he shook his head, struggling to breathe. "What, Tae?"

"What... the hell... is... that?" he choked out around his laughter, pointing at my stomach.

That was when it dawned on me. She'd just seen my little sister's idea of body art.

I closed my eyes, sitting back on my heels, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me, removing me from this painful, embarrassing moment.

"It's awesome, huh? I was trying it out before I make it permanent," I said, trying to make light of this awkward situation.

He laughed harder, reaching out and tracing the letters with his finger as he chewed on his lip. "Kook, seriously, what on earth is this?"

I sighed dramatically. "That is a result of falling asleep on the beach near my sisters."

He snorted and then burst into another fit of giggles. "Your sisters sound so funny!"

"Oh yeah, they're hilarious. It's not going to be too funny tomorrow when I turn up to work with ten other burly police guys, and they see 'Taetae's bitch' written across my abs," I stated, scowling at my stomach hatefully.

He was almost crying with laughter now. "Kook, stop it! Oh God, this is too funny! Can I take a picture?" He pushed on my chest, trying to get me off him as he reached for his cell phone from the side.

I frowned and grabbed his hand. "Hell no you can't take a picture!"

He pouted. "Aww, just one photo? I'll let you take one of me in return," he suggested, raising one eyebrow teasingly.

Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about right there!

"Okay deal," I agreed. "But a topless one."

He rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't have expected anything less."

"Let's do the photos later," I whispered, pulling him back to me and kissing him again. He smiled against my lips and kissed me back immediately, one hand tangling into the back of my hair as I pressed my body back to his again.

His hands were exploring the skin on my back, his fingertips trailing over every inch of it, making me stiff as a board. Hesitantly, because I didn't know how far he would allow me to take things, I slipped my hands up his t-shirt. As I kissed him deeply, my palms brushed over his chest, cupping the slight swells gently, relishing in the feel of the soft material of his vest, just waiting for him to stop me. He didn't. Instead of shoving me off him, like I was expecting, his own hand gripped my ass, pulling me closer. His smell was all around me, making me a little dizzy with excitement. He literally smelt good enough to eat. When he guided me to roll over, there wasn't much room so I decided we should move the session down onto the floor instead. Lowering myself down to the floor, I brought him with me, not breaking the kiss for a second.

He smiled and pulled back, sitting up, straddling me. I chewed on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from saying the inappropriate things that sprang to mind while he straddled me – slutty comments about him riding me, or me having to buy him a cowboy hat.

His eyes didn't leave mine as he brushed his hands down my chest and across my stomach, tracing the black lettering with one finger. A playful smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Hmm, I kinda like this actually. Is that what you are now, Jungkook? My bitch?"

"I'll be anything you want," I muttered, swallowing my lust.

He smiled, and moved up, leaning in and resting his forearms either side of my head so our mouths were inches apart. "And what if I want you to be Officer Peters, tough police guy who punishes naughty boys?" he purred.

Holy fuck!

I had never been more turned on in my life. "Do you know any naughty boys?" I asked my voice thick and husky with lust.

He brushed his nose up the side of mine, and I tilted my head up needing to kiss him. Suddenly the lustful look was gone from his face and he pulled back, sitting up on my stomach.

"Jungkook, I'm really sorry, but I think you should go before I do something I'll regret in the morning."

My heart sank; I didn't want to leave him, I'd barely seen him. "Can't I stay the night? We don't have to do anything, please?" I asked, trying not to let the desperation leak into my voice. I didn't want to go home on my own. I didn't want to walk out of his place and kiss him goodbye.

He frowned, and his eyes flicked to the hallway where the bedrooms were.

Seeing his indecision, which I somehow knew would be linked to Han, I continued, "I have to get up really early for work, I'll be gone before he even wakes up."

He blew out a big breath and slumped back down on top of me, kissing the side of my neck as he got himself comfortable on me. As his finger stroked my Adam's apple, I folded my arms around him and suddenly realized how strangely satisfying cuddling with him was.

"If I'm being completely honest, I don't want you to stay," he mumbled, so quietly that I only just made out the words.

"Why?" I croaked, frowning and tightening my arms on his possessively.

He sighed and kissed my neck again. "I don't think I could just lay there with you," he admitted. "And I really don't want to ruin anything by rushing things. I like you, I really do, but things are moving incredibly fast between us. It's scaring me a little. I have to think about Han. I have to think about what he'd feel like if he found out you stayed here. You understand?" he asked, shifting and setting his chin on my chest, looking at me uncomfortably, as if he was expecting me to be annoyed with him.

I smiled and brushed his hair back from his forehead. "I get it." I smiled reassuringly. "I'm just too hot for you to handle," I added as an afterthought, trying to lighten the mood a little.

He nodded, kissing my chest lightly, his hand trailing down to my chest, tickling his fingers on the slight hair I had at the base of my stomach.

"Your body is incredible, just like I imagined it would be."

I grabbed him and rolled him onto his back quickly, making him squeal from the shock. "Wait, so let me get this straight... You've imagined me naked?" I teased.

"Yeah, I had a nightmare the other night."

"I've had plenty of nightmares about you too; they always end well though."

"That's gross, you don't have to admit that to me!" he muttered, shaking his head, but laughing at the same time.

I smiled, knowing I should really go. Clearly he'd made up his mind about me staying, so I didn't want to push it any further. "I'd better go then. I'll see you tomorrow night?" I said hopefully.

"Eight o'clock?"

That was our usual time, it meant I only got to see him for a couple of hours at a time, but at least I still got to see him. "Definitely. Hey, you think that you'd be able to get a sitter for Friday night so I could take you out? There's a new restaurant opening and I thought we could try it?" I suggested.

He nodded enthusiastically. "Seo-jun has Han this weekend, so I'm free Friday through until about seven on Sunday night. Provided he doesn't get called into work again," he said, frowning when he said the last part.

I smiled happily. "Sweet! Pencil me in for Friday through until Sunday at seven then."

"No rock-climbing this time though, huh?"

I shook my head, chuckling to myself. "Okay fine, bungee jumping?"

I bartered, as I pushed myself off him, taking his hands and helping him to his feet too.

He didn't answer just stuck his tongue out at me and bent down to grab my T-shirt from the floor. I used his distraction to quickly rearrange myself in my jeans – not that he wouldn't already know I had a raging boner, but I could at least try not to make it so damn obvious. He handed me back my T-shirt, so I slipped it on, kissing the side of his head softly, letting my mouth linger for a few seconds too long while I just savoured the feel of him against my lips. I really didn't want to go.

"I'll see you tomorrow night, Stripes," I whispered, forcing myself to move away from him and slip on my sneakers, before walking as quick as I could to the front door. I was about three seconds from begging him to let me stay here for the night. I didn't even need to do anything with him; I just wanted to hold him for longer.

"Bye, Kook."

I didn't look back as I walked to my car. It was definitely getting harder and harder to walk away from this man.

Just as I stepped through the front door of my apartment, my phone beeped with a new message. I opened it instantly, knowing it would be a goodnight text from Taehyung. When I opened it, I gasped. It was a picture message. My hands were trembling as I looked at it. He'd taken a picture of himself, literally just of his chest, no shirt, just wearing a black lacy bralette or something. I stared at the photo, taking in every detail of it. His lil swells were incredible, and I was rock hard again at the sight of it. He'd written a message underneath.

'Wish you were here?'

I burst out laughing as I read what he'd written. Wish I was there was the understatement of the century. I wanted to live right there in that photo!

Flicking the lock on my front door, I pulled off my shirt and snapped a picture of my body art, sending it to him in return. A deal was a deal, after all.

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