"Okay! I fucking like you!"

I close my eyes as we pull into the intersection, seeing the car coming up from the right in the corner of my eye as our car rolls down the street with the same speed. Fear takes over my senses and my body falls into a coma, I can't move any body parts anymore. I squeeze my eyelids tight as I hear a loud honking and after that, there is absolute silence. I feel no pain, smell no blood, or hear no crashing.

Did I die? Am I in heaven right now?

I can make out a certain intensity of light through my eyelids, which means light is shining in my face. I move my pupils, still covered by my eyelids, back and forth but my muscles refuse to obey my brain. A faint voice calling out for me causes my limbs to react to this voice by slowly opening my eyes again.

A worried Jungkook is touching my shoulder, he is the first to come into my view. He searches my eyes and I look around me, blinking, realizing that we were not involved in an accident and that I didn't die. The car has come to a stop on the side of the road under a lantern and no other cars are in sight.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asks pulling my attention again.

He doesn't get an answer from me as I loosen my seatbelt and open the passenger door before I get out annoyed. I bring my hands to my hips not believing what just happened here. Apart from the fact that he forced me to confess he put himself, me, and others in danger.

I can hear the door opening at his side and him coming towards me with long, slow steps. I stand with my back facing him, really pissed off and a deep puff of air can be heard in the silent night.

"Look, I would never put you in any real danger. I just wanted you to—"

Slap.

His head turns to the side as he closes his eyes and brings a hand to his cheek that has just felt each and every one of my fingers. My labored breathing comes short and intense, my hand that I used to slap him with has formed a fist and my chest is rising with every breath I take.

A painful smile is written on his lips as he lifts his head and looks at me, "I think I deserv—"

Before he can finish his sentence, the adrenaline that still flows through my veins takes over me and I grab the collar of his shirt pulling him towards me. I get up on my tiptoes to have better access to his lips, which I have been craving for days now and crash my lips on his.

Surprised by my sudden behavior, he doesn't kiss me back at first, he probably didn't expect such a move from me, especially after I just slapped him, but when he realizes what's happening he's quick enough to kiss me back.

The kiss is greedy, hungry, and releases all the pain of longing from the last days. We kiss desperately and hard, devouring each other with our lips. His strong hands find their way to my hips and he pulls me towards him, our bodies now in a touch which makes a shiver run down our spines. I moan in his mouth as he eagerly and skillfully slips his tongue into my mouth and picks a fight with mine, which he wins once again.

Because he will never be the one to lose, he always has to be the one who dominates, who devours me. And I fucking love it.

He grabs my hips harder, sliding one hand higher to my waist as he closes every gap between us. Then all of a sudden he turns us both around and I end up with my back against the side of the car where he locks me between his arms. We tilt our heads from side to side, still not separating, and I grab the hair on the back of his neck, making him moan. I note in my mind that this little gesture seems to please him and make him feel excited every time I do it.

As the air in our lungs runs out, he bites my lower lip, ending the kiss with a loud smack. Our chests are rising and falling to oxygenate our bodies again as we both connect our foreheads, our breath the only thing that can be heard mingling together.

"Wow." he chuckles gently as his eyes slowly open again and he looks into mine with full consciousness and vividness.

I can't help but laugh a little as I close my eyes again and slide my hands from the back of his neck over to his collarbone and down to his chest where I can feel his muscles twitching under my touch. I have to admit that the kiss felt better than ever before. The frustration and anger that I had felt deep inside me lately are suddenly banished and instead have taken this place of relief. A huge rock has fallen from my shoulders. Admitting that I'm attracted to him was one of the best decisions I've made recently.

"If you keep touching and kissing me like this, I can't promise I can hold back." he exhales unevenly, his heavenly breath hitting my face, the corners of his lips blending into a light but nervous smile, causing me to open my eyes and stare deep into his.

"Then don't hold back," I whisper. His muscles twitch again under my touch as I so boldly stroke my hand across his chest and again seductively brush my lips over his as I feel the bulge in his pants on my thigh. I love what an influence I have on him with a little touch, with a little kiss.

"I want to start things off properly with you because you are special and not just anyone." his voice smooth, his eyes sparkling as I had missed them, he caresses my cheek with a feathery touch with the back of his hand, his gaze following his movement before he looks into my eyes back again.

"I'm sorry I basically forced you to admit your feelings, but judging by the stubbornness in your eyes, I just knew you weren't going to make it that easy. I felt deep down that you felt the same way I did, and I just couldn't help but ignore you these last few days so you could figure it out on your own."

"It might be crazy to say this, but I'm glad you did. I couldn't concentrate the last few days and it's been eating me up that I let you hanging like that. It relieves me to finally be able to express my feelings, but I want you to know I only did what I did for self-protection." I take a deep breath in and then out as my eyes leap back and forth between his eyes and his lips, yearning for his full lips again. "But I don't want to be haunted by the past anymore and move on."

And I was dead serious about that. I no longer wanted to be trapped in the past but to live out what I felt. My heart carried many wounds that took a long time to heal, but I was ready to draw a new path. I was ready to take someone with me on that path, whether that person was Jungkook or not will become clear in time. But I didn't want to be a coward who hides behind his walls anymore but someone who stubbornly stands up, again and again, to learn from the past, even if it meant that I would get hurt on this journey.

It's crazy, but with Jungkook I had a different feeling as if I had known him for years. I feel comfortable when I'm near him even though it is inexplicable considering that we haven't known each other for that long. And I had the feeling that we shared exactly the same thoughts and emotions. I don't want to exaggerate straightaway, because nothing is certain yet, but perhaps Nora was right after all and it was a kind of fate that we ran into each other and began to feel such a strong connection.

"You know I have been hurt before, and I could never do that to you," he says as he takes his hands off my hips and cups my face. "Go on a date with me and I'll show you."

He always manages to take my breath away with just one little phrase, one little touch. His eyes fall on my lips and he pecks me, which lingers for a few seconds before he pulls back and waits for me to answer. His eyes sparkle with hope and light up when I nod my head.

"Okay."

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It's Friday. Jungkook and I have planned a date and it's almost time for him to show up right outside my front door.

After we had the ultimate conversation after my confession a few days ago and he asked me out on a date, he took me back home because it had already gotten late. On the way, he kept holding my hand the whole time and intertwined our fingers, which gave me a tingling feeling in my palm and I felt butterflies fluttering around in my stomach, excitedly trying to reach every corner to tell all the cells in my entire body how happy they were.

We didn't talk much, but our touches were loud enough. Sometimes you don't have to talk, because whoever you are talking to can understand you with just one glance and one simple touch.

When we arrived at my house, he accompanied me like a gentleman to my front door to make sure I got safely to my apartment. I have to admit that I would have liked to pull him into my apartment, because my thoughts were not exactly of a rational state and I let my feelings run free, not to mention that I was a bit hooked on him. The goodnight kiss made my hormones buzz even more, but we both managed to hold ourselves back and I had to laugh as I watched him making his way into the elevator with stumbling steps.

I'm now sitting at my dressing table as I try to finish my make-up since Nora had to work today and couldn't help me. Her absence has shown itself in many ways because my hands and feet seemed to run into each other. First I burned myself on a straightening iron, then I dropped my eyeshadow palette, which caused some colors to break. Generally, I can say that I was just too nervous.

Nevertheless, it was a great help that Nora guided me by Facetime to decide on a dress, whereby we finally agreed on a red one. I wanted to look bold and I think with this outfit I hit the mark, I just hope that Jungkook will like it too.

But unfortunately the mishaps today are not leaving me alone, because after I perfected my make-up and wanted to slip into my dress, my zipper got stuck. I carefully pull on the small piece of metal so that it doesn't tear off, but it doesn't seem to move a bit.

"Shit. Come on, zip up," I curse groaning angrily as there were only a few minutes left until the agreed hour when Jungkook would come to pick me up.

No matter how much I pull the zipper and struggle, it won't budge a bit and I become increasingly nervous. It is hard for me to grab the zipper behind my back and my arms fall tired the more I try to open it. I turn my back to the mirror to see exactly where the little prick is located and I see that my back is almost completely exposed because the zipper has only come just over my lower back.

Much to my misfortune, the doorbell is already ringing and I panic, even more, not knowing how to open the door before I have solved my little problem. I don't want to be rude and make him wait at the door but on the other hand, I feel embarrassed to greet him like that. I can't ask him to help me with the zipper, that's embarrassment level professional.

I sigh, but I see no way out but to do what it takes for us to even go on our date. I slowly make my way to the front door where I take a deep breath and open the door behind which I half hide so he can't catch sight of my little problem right away.

But when I open the door, I forget what my real problem was, because on the threshold appears a completely breathtaking Jungkook. His hair is freshly dyed black, which previously was a dark brown, that he has neatly gelled out of his face revealing his forehead, which now makes his distinctive and well-shaped eyebrows stand out. He is wearing a black dress shirt with a few buttons open at the top, giving me a little glimpse of his broad chest, and it is tucked into his black pants, sleeves rolled up. The belt around his pants is accentuating his waist and I'm a little jealous about his snatched tiny waist. In one of his hands, he is holding a single red rose and the other is tucked away in his pants pocket.

Just as I take my eyes off his well-built body and look up into his eyes again, I see him doing exactly the same thing, only that he swallows hard and clears his throat as I see a drop of sweat running down his temple, his eyes wide open and I could hear him muttering a 'wow' under his breath.

"Hi." he blows out a breath.

"Hi." I greet him nervously back, now remembering that my problem is still waiting to be solved.

"You look stunning." he compliments me as a smile finds its way onto his lips and he stretches out the single rose towards me. "This one is for you. I can see I hit the right spot with the color."

I take the rose out of his hand, trying not to lean too far out of the door, and bring it to my nose where I take a whiff of it and let the scent flow through my nostrils. "Thank you. That's very thoughtful of you."

He smiles, revealing his bunny-like teeth, which gave me a hard time when he showed up on my front door back then because they were so adorable in contrast to the rest of his manly appearance.

"Shall we?"

"Actually, I have a teeny-tiny problem," I say as I bring my index finger and thumb together to form the sign.

"What kind of problem?" he asks, a slight nervousness in his voice noticeable.

"This is so embarrassing," I mumble, really embarrassed about the state I'm in. "I can't get my zipper to close."

An amused expression is reflected on his face and I hear a soft giggle, his eyes forming crescents as he bites his lower lip to conceal his laughter.

"Don't laugh, it's embarrassing enough," I whine.

"Come here, let me help you."

I step aside from behind the door as Jungkook takes a few steps into my apartment, where he stops and waits until I turn my back on him. A blush creeps down my cheeks as I turn my back to him and I suddenly feel exposed to his hungry eyes.

"Can you move your hair to the side so it doesn't get caught in the zipper?" he asks and I respond to his request by getting my slightly wavy hair out of the way and giving him my back on display.

Loud swallowing can be heard as he comes a small step closer to me to have better access to the problem. I can feel his breath on my naked skin, it is warm but nevertheless it makes a shiver run down my back and I'm sure that a goosebump has probably formed until now. His slender fingers find their way over my skin to the cold piece of metal where they carefully grab it and slowly pull on it.

His touch is so light, something between tickling and non-existent, and I bite my lower lip as I close my eyes as he gently brushes across my skin. It's crazy that he has such a gentle touch, considering he is a mechanic and has to deal with rough car pieces every day. But when he touches me at that exact moment it feels like he has the softest hands and the tenderest touches you can feel in the world.

His breath hitches as he reaches the end of the zipper's journey and a shaky puff of air hits my shoulder. I've been grabbing the hem of my dress all the time, leaving my fingers slowly aching from all the pressure, but I don't know if I would be able to keep myself upright on my feet if I didn't grab hold of something.

I feel him rubbing his nose against my nape of the neck on the sensitive skin, which sends a second shiver down my spine and I listen as he takes in my scent deeply but quietly. My eyes close as the sensation causes them to roll back into my head and I let out a shaky breath myself throwing my head back a little.

He regains his composure as he clears his throat and now takes a step away from me again. I pull myself together as I swallow a deep breath and slowly turn to face him where I find him looking down at me with hooded eyes. We stare at each other for a moment, which almost feels like an eternity.

He then extends a hand with the palm of his hand pointing upwards for me to grab it and gazes down at me with glowing eyes.

"Ready?"