She closed her eyes and sighed. His lips felt warm and sweet and perfect.She moved closer to him and pushed her tongue into his mouth hesitantly.He devoured her tongue and she felt him groan before he brought his armsaround her and brought her into him.

 She opened her eyes and saw him staring down at her. He was now on top of her and she felt the weight of his body crushing down on her. 

She wriggled beneath him, delighting in the feel of his body on hers. She brought her hands up and rubbed his back; it felt smooth and hot to the touch. 

She ran her hands down his back until she came to the top of his shorts. She paused for a second before running her hand down to his ass. She heard his gasp of surprise andgrinned up at him as she squeezed his butt.

 He reacted by pushing himself into her and she spread her legs so she could feel him closer to her sweet spot.

 She felt her skirt ride up a little bit and she wrapped her legs around Jungkook, willing him to push himself into her closer. He responded by slowing grinding himself into her and she could feel his hardness push up into her mound.

She sighed happily and his lips left hers to kiss down her neck. She squirmed underneath him hoping he would pull her top off so that she could feel his chest on her.

_

Y/n awoke in the chilly morning, her mind heavy with recollections from the night before. She sighed, feeling a blend of embarrassment and disappointment in herself. She had revealed her vulnerability, exposing herself as desperate.

She sighed happily and his lips left hers to kiss down her neck.

"No, Y/n. I can't," he had said, drawing back and sitting upright. "This isn't a good idea."

"But I want to," she responded uncertainly. "I'm not a child."

He smirked, his gaze piercing. "I know that Ms. Y/n," he said, licking his lips. "I'll never consider you a child again."

She felt the urge to reach out, to touch his chest. "Kiss me," she whispered.

"What?" He seemed surprised. "Never mind," she muttered, avoiding his eyes.

"Alright," he replied, still seated beside her.

Finally, she looked up, meeting his dark, amused gaze. "You can go now, Jeon Jungkook."

"I know," he acknowledged, yet he remained on the bed.

"Then leave," she said, her voice laced with both anger and hurt. She felt rejected, wanting to wallow in her despair, yet another part of her thrilled at the memory of kissing Jungkook, which had been as magical as she had imagined.

She lay down again, curling into a tight ball as she cried silently. Each tear felt like a dagger piercing her heart, a painful reminder that the kiss meant nothing to him. In her mind, she replayed every moment, every touch, searching for some semblance of meaning, but finding only emptiness.

Her sobs echoed in the stillness of the room, the sound muffled by the pillows she buried her face into. Each breath felt heavy with sorrow, each heartbeat a reminder of the ache within her chest. She clutched at the sheets, her knuckles turning white with the force of her grip.

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Jungkook walked into the kitchen and spotted Ella, wasted and hungover, seated at the kitchen counter, sipping on a cup of coffee. His eyes searched the room for another person, but....there was no sign of anyone else. He furrowed his brows, noticing the absence of Y/n. Concern crept into his mind as he approached Ella.

"Ella, where's Y/n?" Jungkook's voice was laced with worry as he stood beside her.

"She left" Ella looked up, her eyes bloodshot and tired. she muttered, her voice hoarse from the effects of the hangover.

 "Did she say where she was going?" he asked, his voice tinged with urgency.

Ella shook her head weakly. "No, she just left. Seemed quite unusual , she is always noisy in hangover"

"Why asking?" Ella asked in confusion. "I thought you hated her?" she finished nonchalantly.

Jungkook shrugged, feigning indifference. "I don't hate her," he replied casually, though his mind was far from indifferent.

Ella raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced by Jungkook's nonchalant demeanor. "Hmm, interesting," she murmured, taking a sip of her coffee. "Well, if you say so."

Jungkook nodded, masking his true emotions behind a composed facade. "Yeah, just thought I'd check," he said.

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After a long day, Jungkook found himself alone in his penthouse, a sanctuary away from the chaos of the world. It had been a while since he last had a moment of solitude like this. As he walked through the spacious rooms, his mind wandered back to the unexpected kiss he shared with Y/n.

His gaze fell upon a dark leather journal resting on the glass table by the couch. It belonged to Y/n; he had taken it on a whim the last time they parted ways. She had been so engrossed in it that he managed to slip it away unnoticed.

With a sense of curiosity and guilt gnawing at him, Jungkook settled onto the couch and opened the journal. Inside, he was greeted by neat, classic cursive English handwriting.

"I wonder what he's doing today. If he has thought about me at all. I've thought about him so much that the law of averages would dictate that he has to have thought about me at least once. Maybe if I think about him one hundred times in the next two days, that will make him think of me at least once.

I had a dream about him last night. We were in the ocean, and his eyes blended with the water. I asked him if he were a mermaid. And then he laughed, and I laughed, and I was so happy because we were together.

I'm going to go look at the stars tomorrow. I'm hoping I see a shooting star, and then I can make a wish on it. I'll wish for him to love me as I love him. Perhaps we'll wish on the same star together."

After reading it, he looked at it again and muttered, "She loves him."