Jungkook's pov

All through the next few days I couldn't stop myself from texting him. Thankfully though, he obviously didn't think I was coming on too strong because he replied to every single one, plus he hadn't cancelled for Friday. Throughout the week, my mind would wander to him as soon as I had free time. I'd be sitting watching TV and something that he'd said or text me would spring to the front of my mind and I'd just sit there laughing.

I'd had such a busy week, working twelve hour shifts, that by the time I got home all I wanted to do was eat, sleep and text Taehyung.

On Thursday night I called him just to make sure we were still set for our date. It was the first time I'd actually spoken to him since Monday and the sound of his voice made a goofy smile slip onto my face. We'd ended up talking on the phone for over an hour. Usually talking to my date bored me, but with Taehyung I just seemed to enjoy his company and his personality.

When I finally disconnected the call, I frowned at it and decided not to text or speak to him again until our date the following day. I was fast turning into some whipped guy that hung on his every word. Turning onto my side, I shoved my cell phone into my bedside drawer and slammed it shut, knowing that I needed to limit the damage he was doing to me. I was getting a little obsessed with him; I could feel it building inside me.

But no sooner than the drawer closed, I heard a beep signalling a new message. Excitement built in my chest as my hand shot towards the drawer, yanking it open again, eagerly whipping out my phone because I thought it would be him again. But as I opened the message, I saw it was from one of my friends instead of him. I didn't realise how disappointed I would feel. I sighed, sending a quick reply before dropping my phone back onto the bed and shaking my head at myself.

"Stop, Jk. He's just a hot guy. You want his body and nothing more. Get over it already because you're acting like a pussy right now."

As the words left my mouth, I knew they were wrong. I didn't just want his body, because that wasn't the reason I wanted to call him again even though I'd hung up less than three minutes ago. I'd never had a real boyfriend before, not a proper one that I had feelings for. I started to wonder what it would actually feel like to have one person that you cared about above everything else; one boy that you wanted to go home to every night, and talk to instead of going out with your friends. Maybe it would feel a little like what I was feeling now - sort of contented and happy.

I frowned, wondering again, like I had wondered probably a hundred times since I'd met him, why did he have to have a boyfriend? He was the one person that I had even the slightest of feelings for, yet he had to already be with someone. But, like I'd also wondered and contemplated probably a hundred times since I'd met him, did he really have a boyfriend? He'd agreed to come out with me, and he'd certainly flirted with me several times by text and on the phone just now. If he did have a boyfriend who'd moved from Daegu to be with him, wouldn't he have been sat next to him while he was just talking to me for over an hour? Wouldn't he have noticed him sending a ridiculous amount of texts and ask him who he was messaging?

I'd come to the conclusion that he'd made up his boyfriend in the hopes that I'd leave him alone. But that left the question over Han. Yoongi had asked where he was, so I knew he was a real person that he hadn't made up. So maybe he was his boyfriend, and I'd just fooled myself into thinking that he was single because that's what I wanted to believe. I couldn't see any reason for him to lie about it; he'd said he had a man, so he probably did. I was so jealous of him and what he had that I could practically taste it.

I groaned, needing to stop thinking about it, and rolled over in the bed, pulling the pillow on top of my head. It was no use though; I drifted to sleep with him on my mind as usual.

The following day passed so slowly it was ridiculous, every minute seemed like it was an hour because I was so eager for eight o'clock to come. Not wanting to make a bad impression, I made sure to get to his apartment five minutes early.

Luckily, someone came out of his building just as I arrived, so I caught the door and made my way up to his apartment on the second floor.

As I stopped outside, I realised that my hands were starting to sweat again. I hated the fact that he made me nervous; I wasn't a nervous person usually.

As I raised one hand to knock, I hesitated. I hadn't seen him for four days, that if I'd built him up in my head and he wasn't going to be as attractive as I remembered? In my head, I saw someone beautiful, mouth-watering, with big brown eyes and a flawless face. I wondered now if maybe he'd open the door and I'd be disappointed. Maybe I'd made fantasy Taehyung just that little bit too good...

Actually, I hope I have. I hope he looks terrible tonight so I can stop this moronic obsession with him! Maybe if that happened then I would be able to go back to normal and stop imagining how good it could possibly be with him. I knocked and held my breath.

When he opened the door, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He looked stunning, just like I'd been picturing him in my dreams and thoughts all week long.

He was wearing light blue skinny jeans, with black leather boots and a loose grey knit sweater that was loose enough to hung off the should a little. He looked incredible and when he smiled his sexy little smile at me I felt all of my nerves disappear, to be replaced with excitement and, of course, a lot of lust.

"Hi. You're early," he chirped, leaning against the doorframe. I noticed with some annoyance that his eyes never left mine; he didn't check me out even once.

"Yeah, we get cheaper tickets for the movie if we go to an earlier showing," I joked, shrugging as I stepped into his apartment without waiting to be invited.

"Well then I'd better hurry and grab a jacket so we don't have to overpay for our seats for the chick flick." He accentuated the last two words and I couldn't help but laugh. I'd admitted to him last night on the phone that I hated these type of movies. He'd called me 'sweet' again because I wanted to go with him even though I would be bored.

As he started to walk away, I grabbed his hand and stepped closer to him. His breathing faltered as I came a little too close for comfort. His sweet perfume wafted around me, and I wanted nothing more than to lean in and press my face against his neck. His eyes widened in bewilderment, showing his vulnerable, nervous side as I stepped even closer, so close that our chests were almost touching.

"You look incredible," I murmured, tracing my hand up his arm. A subtle shade of pink crept over his cheeks, and I smiled, proud of myself for making him blush. He looked even more beautiful when he blushed, and all I wanted to do was throw him on the sofa and have my wicked way with him. He didn't step back, so I took that as a good sign and decided to push it a little further. "So, I was thinking. I don't want us all nervous and scared about how the night's going to end. I'm thinking we should just get the kiss out of the way now before we go, then we can both relax a little."

He paused. I groaned internally, thinking he was going to push me away, but he didn't. Instead, he raised one eyebrow playfully and my dick instantly woke up and started to take notice.

"Really? You're scared about kissing me?"

I nodded, playing along. "Terrified."

His gaze flitted to my lips for a split second. The anticipation of it was killing me. "Well I don't want you all scared of me, I'm not going to hurt you or anything. So if you need to get it out of the way now, then feel free."

A stupid grin stretched across my face as I lost all of my cool composure that I usually had around others. I slipped my arm around his waist so that he couldn't pull away. His hand traced up my chest and looped around my neck, but his eyes never left mine. He looked like he wasn't breathing; he was definitely nervous too, and that thought gave me comfort.

As my lips touched his for the third time, a little shiver of excitement ran through my body. His lips fitted mine perfectly, and all I could think about was getting closer to him. Just as I was desperate to deepen the kiss, I pulled back. My lips were still so close to his that I could feel his breath blow across them. He didn't open his eyes as his finger drew a pattern on the back of my neck. I swallowed the ludicrous amount of lust that had built inside me from just one kiss and smiled. He looked lost. His eyes were still closed, and his lips were pulled into a wistful smile.

Oh yeah, I'm definitely thawing him out!

"We should get going before you try to take advantage of me," I joked, letting my arm loosen around his waist.

His eyes snapped open, his pupils shrinking instantly because of the light. He seemed a little bewildered. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea," he chuckled, stepping back and dropping his eyes to the floor. "I'll go get that jacket."

I nodded and reached into my inside pocket, pulling out the gift I'd bought for him in my lunch hour today. It was the book that we were talking about on the phone last night.

"I didn't want to get you flowers again because I thought that was a little cheesy, so I got you this instead. You said last night that you wanted to read it," I held it out to him and shrugged casually.

His eyes dropped to the copy of Eat, Pray, Love that I was holding out to him. I hadn't read it personally, but we'd started talking about the movie of it, and then he'd admitted that it was something that he was desperate to read. His silence was stretching on and on as he looked at the book. I didn't know what to think - maybe he didn't like it?

"If you don't want to read it you don't have to, I just thought... you know... er..." I stuttered nervously. Damn it, Jeon, stop stuttering. Grow some balls!

He tore his gaze from the book and finally looked up at me. "This is really, really thoughtful. I love it, thank you." His eyes were so soft and appreciative that it made my heart speed up.

"Yeah, no worries," I mumbled. And now I'm mumbling too. I'm doing so well with this date so far!

Taehyung took the book, brushing his fingers across the front cover, looking at me in awe as if I'd just bought him something remarkable instead of just a book. I smiled weakly, shifting on my feet, trying to think of something to say that wouldn't make me sound like a raving lunatic. When he looked at me like that I started longing for things, things I'd never really thought about before - things like the word boyfriend, and exclusive, and mine.

I was in real trouble with this boy. The player side of me that was just standing here wondering what colour underwear he had on, was terrified of this man and the tender way he was looking at me. My player side was trying to force me to run from the apartment and head straight to the nearest bar so I could pick up a hot little treat for the way home. My player side didn't like Taehyung at all, but the rest of me did.

"Are we ready to go?" I asked, wanting to break the deafening silence.

He seemed to snap out of some sort of daydream as he blinked a couple of times and then nodded. "Yeah." He picked up his jacket and phone before setting the book down on the table, still looking at me as if I were ten feet tall.

When we arrived at the movie theatre we were told that the film we were going to see wasn't starting for another hour, so Taehyung suggested we eat first because he was hungry already.

"So where do you want to go?" I questioned, wondering where we could manage to get a table at short notice, eat and still be back within the hour for the start of the crap-fest he was subjecting me to.

He shrugged. "How about McDonalds?"

I scoffed and raised one eyebrow. "McDonalds, seriously?"

He nodded, seeming a little hopeful. "Yeah, I don't eat junk food very often but I love it. Or do you not like it there?" His teeth sank into his bottom lip as he regarded me nervously.

"Muffin, there are two things you need to learn about me pretty quickly. One, I'm a hot alpha male, and my type eat anything. And the second thing you need to know about me is, when you bite your lip like that it turns me on." I smirked at him as he giggled and slapped my arm playfully.

"Of course it does. Damn, you're like a freaking sex addict!"

"I'm not, it's just you. You're making me like this with your a lot masculine and a little feminine charm," I teased, winking at him.

He smiled back at me. "If you think me chewing my lip is using my little feminine charm then you're going to be really impressed when I actually do turn it on."

Wow if he isn't already 'turning it on' then I'm done for.

"Oh really? And might this be something I'll get to see tonight?" I inquired hopefully.

He narrowed his eyes at me and pursed his lips. "That depends. Are you going to let me steal some of your fries and finish your milkshake?"

I grinned and shook my head. "No way."

He sighed dramatically. "Then no. I won't be turning it on tonight."

He stuck out his tongue at me as I slipped my arm round his waist, laughing and leading him towards the exit of the movie theatre.

"Baby, you turn me on without trying anyway. I'm not sure how I'd cope if you actually put some effort into it. I'd probably go into cardiac arrest from the shock of it. You wouldn't want to be responsible for something like that, now would you?"

He laughed and shook his head. "You're too funny."

I smiled. So far, this was the best date ever. Clearly, Taehyung was perfect for me. He was beautiful, smart, funny, and flirtatious. I'd never met a boy that could hold his own against me.

We continued talking while we ate. The more time I spent with him, the more I liked him. I definitely wanted to see more of him, this one date wasn't nearly enough. I wanted to see how this progressed, to see if this would continue to blossom into what I pictured in my head. I felt like I'd be missing out on something great if I couldn't get him to give me a chance. I could definitely see myself falling for him, and soon too if the way he seemed to take over everything and invade my brain was anything to go by.

Just as he was finishing the last of my milkshake, his cell phone beeped with a text. He looked up at me apologetically. "Sorry, you mind if I get it?"

I shook my head and waved my hand dismissively. I watched his face as he pulled his cell out of his pocket and read the message. A small frown lined his forehead as his jaw tightened. He typed a quick reply before shoving his phone back into his purse and looking up at me.

"I'm going to have to use the get-out clause for tomorrow night. Sorry, Jungkook." He actually looked sad about it as he said it.

What? No! I was so disappointed that I wanted to strop like a three year- old child.

"How come?" I questioned, trying not to let my disappointment show too much.

He frowned and shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "Something's come up. I thought I was free, but it turns out I'm not now. I'm sorry." His disappointed look made me feel a little better though. He didn't look happy about having to cancel, which was encouraging and a sign that the date was going well for him too.

"Is it just tomorrow night? Maybe we could meet earlier?" I suggested hopefully. "Maybe go for lunch instead?"

Deep down I wondered if he realised that he'd woven a spell over me. He had to know I was desperate for his attention; he'd have to be blind if he didn't!

His face brightened. "Yeah? Sure, I could do lunch."

The happiness I felt just because I got to see him again was ridiculous. "Great."

By the time we were done eating, we had to run to the movie theater. I gripped his hand, laughing as we ran through the foyer. By the time we got to our seats, the movie was just starting.

"Want some popcorn or something?" I offered, hoping he'd say yes just so I could miss a few minutes of the god-awful chick flick.

"I don't mind," he whispered, pulling off his jacket and throwing it over the empty seat in front of his.

"I'll go get some. You want anything else?" I asked, twisting in myseat ready to get up.

Taehyung pulled out his wallet, rummaging through it. "Get whatever you want. I'll pay. You haven't let me pay for anything yet." He pulled out some cash, holding it out to me.

I smiled at how adorable he was. "I got it. Put your money away, I'm trying to impress you," I whispered, not even a little bit joking. The lights were already down so no one could see us, so I seized my opportunity and leant forward, capturing his lips in a soft kiss for a couple of seconds.

When I pulled back, I smiled at his shocked face. "Be right back. Make sure you pay attention to the movie, you can tell me everything I missed when I get back," I teased, pushing myself up and stalking out of the movie theatre, buying popcorn, a drink and a bag of hard candy that I liked.

Once I had everything, I headed back in and I sat back down next to him again, handing him the popcorn and candy. "Wake me when it finishes," I joked, settling in my seat and resting my head back, pretending to get comfortable.

He threw a piece of popcorn at me. I laughed, laying my arm over the back of his chair. I tried my hardest to concentrate on the movie, but, to be honest, by the end I couldn't even tell you what it was about. But I could tell you that Taehyung didn't seem to like lime flavored candy, because he didn't eat a single green one from the bag. That he brushes his hair while he was engrossed in the movie, he eats with a cute pout, and that he gets teary at romantic parts. I hadn't been able to take my eyes off him. It was the best movie I'd ever seen.

When it finished, he bit his lip and looked at me apologetically. "You hated that, didn't you?"

I shrugged noncommittally. "Yeah, it sucked, just like I thought it would."

"Why did you suggest we come see it then?" he asked, as he pulled on his jacket and stood up.

"Because you wanted to see it."

He smiled and even in the dim strip lighting I noticed the blush that colored hIS cheeks. "That's-" he started, but I cut him off.

"Sweet, I know!" I rolled my eyes and took his hand, proudly leading him out of the movie theater with an enormous smile on my face. Holding his hand as we walked was nicer than I thought it would be, kind of natural.

By the time we got to his place and he let us inside, I was so excited I could barely breathe. Had I done enough to get him into bed yet? I sincerely hoped so because he was all I could think about and I desperately wanted to take it to the next level.

Once I'd had my hands on his body, I'd either get over this obsession that I was fast developing and my life would go back to normal, or I'd want more. At this point, I wasn't sure what I wanted to happen the most. Before the date tonight I would have hoped for the former because I didn't want my life to change, but after spending another incredible night with him, I actually hoped that this would continue. I hoped that after we'd done the deed I'd still want to hang out with him because he was an awesome guy.

We sat on the sofa still talking freely; everything just seemed so easy with him. I didn't feel the need to put on an act or try to be something that I wasn't, he seemed to accept everything at face value and actually be interested in me, instead of what I looked like. I loved that he was intrigued by me as a person; it didn't usually work that way.

While we were talking, some of his hair fell across his eyes and before I could stop myself, I reached out and tucked it behind his ear so I could still look into his eyes when I talked to him. His breath seemed to catch in his throat as he bit his lip lightly making me so freaking horny it was unreal. It had been exactly two weeks since I'd had sex now, and if I didn't get some soon then I was going to die. Alright, that was a slight exaggeration, but it was certainly a long time for someone like me to go without.

I needed to kiss him. My mouth was already watering at the thought of it. As I bent my head to his, I watched him closely for any signs of him not wanting it, but all I saw was passion and lust. My crotch rejoiced at the sight of his excitement, and I barely managed to stop myself from moaning out loud.

I pressed my lips to his softly, giving him a chance to pull away. He didn't though; instead, his arms wrapped around my neck and he kissed me back. One of my hands found his waist, pulling him closer to me, as my other hand cupped his cheek, feeling his soft skin under my fingertips. As he pulled back and looked up at me with those sultry eyes, I gulped and brushed my thumb across his full bottom lip. The urge to suck that lip into my mouth and bite down on it was so strong that I couldn't fight it. I lean in, pressing my lips against his again, loving how his hand tightened into the back of my hair.

As I nipped on his bottom lip, he gasped, and I took my opportunity to deepen the kiss. When my tongue touched his, he moaned into my mouth. My arousal spiked immediately, turning me on so much that my jeans were starting to pinch across my crotch. I kissed him deeply, exploring every inch of his mouth, wanting to memorize it all.

Still needing more, I slid my hands down his back, moving forward more so that he had nowhere else to go but lay back on the sofa. I shifted fluidly, following his movement, hovering above him, never once allowing my lips to leave his. I was so excited that my dick was actually throbbing in anticipation.

My mouth expertly trailed across his cheek, nibbling on his jawline before peppering kisses down the side of his neck, sucking on his creamy skin. When he let out a sexy little moan, I smiled knowing that I would make him moan a hell of a lot more than that before I was done with him.

Just as my hand slipped under his sweater and headed up towards his chest, I pressed my crotch against his hip, desperate for some relief. He gasped and his fingers dug into my shoulders.

"J- Jungkook, stop... shit, you need... stop," he mumbled breathlessly, pushing on my shoulders gently.

Stop? Oh, come on, seriously? I looked at him curiously, trying to figure out what I had done wrong. Clearly, he was going to make me wait longer than a second date. I had kind of hoped I'd at least cop a sly feel though. Disappointment settled in my stomach. My aching crotch was trying to force me to beg him, to throw myself at his feet and beg for one night with him.

"Sorry, that was way too fast for me," he mumbled, still panting lightly.

"It was?" My voice was so thick with lust that it was almost embarrassing. I was still on top of him, still pressed against him, and it wasn't helping me calm down in the slightest. The fact that he felt so right there was doing nothing to help me in this situation at all.

"Yeah, I told you I don't sleep with guys unless I'm in love with them. That was just... too much. Sorry."

He looked at me apologetically, the death grip that he had on me while I was kissing him was loosening now, so I knew the moment was completely and utterly over. I'd blown it, crashed and burned, and now he probably wouldn't want to see me tomorrow because I rushed it.

"You really don't go with a guy without being in love first?" I asked curiously. How long did it even take for a person to fall in love? A couple of weeks? A month? Could I wait that long for him?

He shook his head. "No. Look, I'm sorry if you thought I was kidding around and that you've wasted your time with me, but I was being serious. I'm not putting out anytime soon." As he spoke, his big brown eyes didn't leave mine.

I didn't quite know what to do or say. I wanted him, but I'd never even tried to wait for anyone before. Was he worth waiting for? I looked at every inch of his face trying to decide. Player Jk wanted to strut out of the apartment and never look back, but for some reason I couldn't get up. I couldn't force one inch of space between our bodies. I knew that the more time I spent with him, the more I would like him, but did I really want to give up my easy life for a boyfriend?

"Can I ask why?" I questioned, looking at him curiously. Part of me still hoped this was some kind of test to see if I'd stick around for more than a couple of dates.

He frowned. "I was burned once, really badly, and I don't ever want that to happen again. The guy I was with, he was a player just like you, and, well, it doesn't really matter what he did, but what I'm saying is this; if a guy is willing to wait for me then he's less likely to cheat and hurt me. If he can't wait for me, then I guess I'm not missing out on anything." He looked so vulnerable and hurt that I wanted to hunt down the guy that had hurt him and beat seven shades of shit out of him.

"This player guy, he cheated on you?" I asked, shifting my weight slightly so I could brush his hair from his face. Why would a guy even cheat on someone as amazing as Taehyung?

"Yeah, and I won't ever let anyone treat me like that again. I'm a stronger person than I was back then; I won't put up with any crap. So maybe you should just go, because you're not going to get what you want. There are plenty of girls and boys out there willing to fall for your looks and confidence, Jungkook. Go find one of them because, seriously, you're wasting your time with me." He said the words confidently, but I felt his hand grip the back of my T-shirt. He didn't want me to go anywhere, he wanted me to stay and wait for him to be ready.

Can I wait?

I knew only one thing for certain - I couldn't seem to move off him.

My body was frozen in place as my mind started racing through things so fast I could barely keep up. I wanted to wait for him, but I wasn't sure I would physically be able to. I'd been in a routine for so long now that I was used to instant gratification. Waiting would mean throwing out everything that was natural to me, and starting something new.

I pressed my face into the side of his neck and breathed in his intoxicating smell. I wanted to see him again; I knew that for sure. Even if I didn't get any for tonight, I knew I still wanted to take him out for lunch tomorrow. I'd had such a good time tonight with him; I still wanted more of him.

I kissed the side of his neck lightly and pushed myself up, going onto my hands and knees so I was still above him but not touching him at all.

"Okay, muffin. I'll pick you up at about eleven thirty tomorrow."

His eyes widened as his lips popped open comically. I grinned at him shock. He'd actually expected me to run after his admission; that much was clear. I chuckled and hooked one finger under his chin, closing his mouth before bending and pressing my lips against his for a second or two. When I pulled back, I winked at him and got up to my feet, gripping his hands and pulling him up too.

"You can walk me to the door, that's the polite thing to do," I teased.

He cleared his throat weakly. "Jungkook, seriously, did you hear what I said? I'm being completely honest with you now; I'm not going to have sex with you anytime soon." He frowned and crossed his arms over his chest defensively.

"I heard what you said. I get it, the asshole hurt you so you need to be sure before you take things further, I understand. I'm disappointed that I won't get to see you naked for a while, but I understand. I have a pretty good imagination so I can just have sex with you while I'm on my own." I waggled my eyebrows at him suggestively making him giggle and hit my arm in playful reprimand.

Taking both of his hands in mine, I interlaced our fingers and pulled him closer to me. He actually looked scared, like a little frightened animal. I hated him being scared of me, and I didn't want to hurt him or cheat on him.

Of course, it would be hard for me, but I was pretty sure he was worth it. His personality had already hooked me, I could wait for the physical stuff to follow after.

"Don't look so nervous, cupcake, we'll see how we go. Hopefully it won't take you too long to fall for me." I pulled him flush against me and pressed my lips to his again lightly. The passion I felt inside instantly sparked back up again but I tried my best to ignore it. I pulled out of the kiss just as I was getting a little lightheaded, and put my forehead to his.

He sighed a little and left his eyes closed, his hands squeezing mine gently.

"Okay, so I'd better go. I'll pick you up in the morning. Oh, and because we did girly crap on this date, tomorrow I need to get a dose of testosterone, so we do something of my choice, alright?" I asked hopefully.

He laughed and rolled his eyes. "Strip club?"

I faked shock. "How did you guess that?"

"Get out of my place, player. and just because i like chick-flick doesn't mean i am a girl" he smiled, indicating towards the door.

I kissed him again softly as we said our goodbyes. I sighed as he shut the door behind me. This was going to be hard, but I was certain that he was worth the effort. If, after a couple of dates, I lost interest in him, then we could just end it. No big deal. My mind wandered to how good we looked together in the mirror at Yoongi's place, and how his hand felt in mine as we walked out of the movie.

I was almost positive that he could hold my interest.

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To be continued.....

Jungkook had decide to wait for Tae !!
Will he able to do that or this chase is gonna face more twist and turns???