It's been very long since I've described a kiss. I might suck cause my hands have gone rusty.

Bear with the mistakes ( ˘ ³˘)～♡

Jungkook was confusing. Utterly and exceedingly confusing. One minute he asks me a question which is supposed supposed to have an answer in the form of yes or no and the next minute he's backing me up against my wall whilst crashing his lips with mine. His soft, pink, padded slash plump lips against mine.

Now even if we ignore the fact that my answer would have been an inhesitant yes. Okay, maybe a stuttering yes but he was still supposed to wait for a reply.

While I try to recover from my shock and reciprocate with his moving lips he grabs my neck to deepen the kiss. All the recollection of the tutorial videos I watched on "how to kiss", are pushed to the very back of my head as I feel him rake his hands to the back of my waist.

"I can feel you working that pretty head of yours a little too much baby. Concentrate only on me and my lips against yours." His voice was raspy, but not in a harsh way. In a sexy way. He had spoken in a different accept. His satoori accent I could guess. And now I'm disappointed as to why he hadn't used this before.

Snapping out of my thoughts I do exactly what he told me. I too move my hands to his hair and take a fist full of it in my hands. I needed it not just to stop myself from loosing my balance, but also to calm my anxious brain. My heart was doing just fine, beating uncontrollably in the presence of Jeon Jungkook like always. It's always my head that's a mess. Literally.

I dreaded that I was gripping too hard, that maybe I was giving him a sore scalp. But his next words washed all those thoughts away.

"If gripping my hairs is enough to ease your anxiousness then I will keep going, or else I can let go. Mind you, I love your hold in my hairs." I was too shy to reply to that so I just tightened my hold and brought his lips back on mine. His hand that was on my neck, finds its way on my waist too and soon he's bringing my body closer to his.

Swiftly he glides his tongue across my bottom lip, which fleetingly brushes against my own tongue. And before we realise it, our warm, salivated, muscular organs are tasting each other's cavern in a sloppy fashion. I wasn't experienced, so I was just trying my best to keep up with his rhythm.

He tasted like mint, bubblegum and cardamom, all at the same time. While I wonder what he I tasted like to him. I wouldn't know. I just hope that I tasted just as good as him.

Soon he breaks the kiss and simply just stares down at me, making me feel vulnerable under his heated gaze. As much as I loved looking at his face, I wanted more of him. So I voice out my thoughts, without gnawing on them any futher.

"Don't stop." I request him, which makes him grip my waist tightly and bite his lips.

"You'll make me lose my mind." He mutters in his Satoori accent, before he starts leaving open mouthed kisses on my jaw. Once again I'm gripping his hair as some inadvertent noises leaves my lips. His kisses trail from my jaws to my neck, and with every passing seconds it turns my thoughts more and more indecent.

All the lewd videos that Jimin made me watch, start clouding my mind, and I start envisioning us being the one acting in them.

We were in our college years when Jimin asked me what kind of girls I like, since he naturally assumed I was straight. That was the first time I pondered on that topic. Not understanding what he meant by that, I asked him what exact traits I was supposed to describe. He told me he wasn't an "emotional prick" so I should just tell him about my ideal body type.

I told him I would like it if the girl didn't have those highly noticable big breasts. Infact a flat chest would be even better. Somehow the idea of being exposed to those mammary glands repulsed me, and I wanted to escape that possibility. I then told him, I like above shoulder length hairs, or simply put, the length of hairs a guy normally has, cause when a girl's hair hits your face like sharp blades, it is not a pleasurable event. I then went went on to tell him, that I would like her to initiate things with me. Kiss me first, hug me first and all the other things.

He had started laughing after that and told me that I should rather date a guy. Surprisingly enough that idea didn't feel repulsive to me. If a guy like Ji Chang Wook asked me out, then I would have said yes in a heartbeat.

When I didn't show any offense to Jimin's suggestion he went extremely quite and asked the next question that changed my entire life.

He asked me if I liked men. He asked me if I was gay.

As I told you, I hadn't ever explored about my sexuality so I didn't know what to answer. So I did just that. I told him I didn't know if I was.

So of course he gave me the next great suggestion. He told me to watch two types of porn. One was "straight" porn and the other was "gay" porn. I hadn't previously watched any of them. So to put it lightly, I was disgusted by either of them. I couldn't eat my food for a few days as the dirty images wouldn't go out of my head. So I told Jimin that maybe I was asexual.

He had laughed yet again and told me that it was normal to be disgusted at first. So going along with his advice, I tried again and this time watched the videos that Jimin had sent link to. They were less "agressive", and somehow I was able to sit through whole of it. Naturally I watched more of those videos that had more anal and penis action in it and at last concluded that I was indeed gay.

So now at this moment. I wondered what it would feel like if Jungkook did those things to me. I was honestly both scared and excited. My mind wasn't ready to get naked infront of him, but my body wanted to go a lot more further. It was hard to kiss someone and not get an erection. I had failed miserably in that. And with how our bodies were pressed together, I could conclude that he had failed too.

Jungkook brings me out of my naughty thoughts when he stops kissing my neck. My breathing was ragged and his hairs were completely messy. We have hardly kissed for 10-15 minutes but it felt like hours. Not 'cause it was unexciting. But only cause when I had his lips on mine I had completely forgotten about the existence of time and universe.

"As much as I don't want to stop, your parents must be waiting. We should go now." Jungkook voiced out, as he clasped my hands in his. I nervously bit my lips at that as I wasn't exactly ready to face my mother after my outburst. And if I didn't go down then I could just continue kissing him.

"Jimin told me that, that you must have a good body. I told him that I don't know that yet. Yet. So maybe I can explore that? If, if you say yes that is. Since you know, It's your body. Your, your body." I briefed him about my wonderful suggestion that makes a blush creep up his face. He chortles at my wonderful idea before he leans forward to press our foreheads together.

"Why do you always keep testing my limits?" He asks me instead of answering me, making me scrunch my nose in dejection.

"It's that a no then?" I asked him, which spreads a smile across his face. Our foreheads still connected.

"Your exploration can end up with me getting permanently banned from this house. Imagine it. I have you pinned under my body, sucking, biting your skin, while you sinfully moan my name and that's when your mom comes to knock at your door. Only to stop when she hears the sound you're making. She'll break the door down and kick me out of the house, 'cause I was supposed to come here and convince you, not have sex with you." He whispered in my ear as he later bites my helix.

"You will still have your house." I attempted again.

"Kim Taehyung I know that you just don't want to face your mother but that's not happening. We'll go down now and you won't tempt me any further."

I hate it that he always knows what I'm thinking. Or maybe I love it? I don't know.

"Okay, okay. Fine. It's your loss. Your your, loss." He chuckles when I say that.

"Yes yes, I will cry about it later."

I think love it.