Jungkook's smile slowly widened as he watched his girlfriend giggled on his side. She was clearly entertained by the drama they were watching together. The giggle she had slowly turned into laughter, her hand covered her mouth as she laughed harder with her body pressed against his side. Jungkook knew that if he'd paid attention to the drama, he'd laugh as well. But he'd been distracted for quite some time.

He looked at the clock on the wall. His parents weren't home and it had been an hour since his brother had went out for a date with his girlfriend. His eyes glanced at the staircase on his right and felt his tongue darted out to wet his lips. It was then that he felt Chaeyoung rested her head on his shoulder, her laughter earlier had slowed down but her giggles were still there. Her hand slapped his chest lightly when something funny was said by the actor in the drama and Jungkook felt her body shook, trying her best to suppress her laughter but failed.

When her hand was resting on his abdomen, Jungkook couldn't help but swallow. Countless of times he'd had her running in his mind doing every single thing to him, from the purest and innocent things to the wildest and sexiest things to ever exist. His eyes fixated on her shiny black hair under the dimmed light and as his hand squeezed her shoulder, he kissed the crown of her head. His body stiffened momentarily when her finger was drawing imaginary lines on his abdomen.

It was seriously causing the lower part of him to tense.

And it didn't actually help that after he kissed her head she lifted her head up and placed her chin on his shoulder instead, facing him. Chaeyoung pressed a soft kiss on his chin before their eyes locked onto each other. At that moment, just by the look in her eyes Jungkook was able to figure out that she was thinking of the same thing.

She smiled at him, and it was a nervous smile, he could see. Jungkook returned it warmly, hoping it would calm her down as his free hand rested on the knee of her leg that she had placed on his thigh. Slowly, Jungkook leaned in for a kiss, and he could feel her smiling against his lips before she let the smile go to give way for their deepened kiss to take place.

He didn't even realize that he began to hover over her body on the couch as she lay flat on her back. Chaeyoung's hands crawled from his chest to behind his neck, and Jungkook let himself be pulled down as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He nibbled lightly the skin of her throat and her moan that came right after made his member tensed behind his pants. When he felt her legs moved in a way that told him she was trying to spread her legs for him, Jungkook eagerly moved back and gave way for her to trap him in between her long and beautiful legs while at the same time, he pulled his shirt over his head.

Chaeyoung's eyes grew a little wide as she looked at him and the way she bit her lip with a small smirk formed on her lips led his own lips to form a smirk. Only that his was bigger. "Do you like it?" he asked.

Chaeyoung's eyes flitted to look away for a moment before she nodded shyly. Jungkook responded with laughter, leaning down slowly and pressed a kiss on her cheek before he made her turn to look at him with his finger pressed against her chin softly.

"Don't be shy," Jungkook said softly, almost in a whispery voice. "It's solely for you."

She never said specifically that she liked a guy with well-built body. The reason Jungkook started working out was because he wanted to maintain his stamina and energy since he would spend most of his leisure times to play games in front of his laptop, but when he saw how her eyes had widened in awe after seeing a few of his male friends being shirtless, he figured that he'd work out for two reasons. To maintain his stamina as well as to impress his girl.

He could see the glimmer in her eyes, then. And Jungkook stared a little longer before claiming her lips, taking his time to explore every curve of the pink plump lips of the girl who held his heart in captive. One of his hands held her waist, kneading the flesh gently before he broke the kiss, pecking her lips briefly.

"Can I?" he asked, a little unsure despite being shown a similar need from the start.

Chaeyoung chuckled softly with a nod. Jungkook gazed into her eyes after seeing her chewing her lips again when his thumb made contact with the soft skin of her waist. He could see that she was nervous, and so was he but he managed to give her a reassuring smile, and Chaeyoung had done basically the same thing to him.

Jungkook pushed her shirt upwards just enough to expose her tummy, and he exhaled shakily as he lowered his head to place a kiss just above her navel. He did it as careful as he could, and once his lips pressed on the skin, Chaeyoung let a soft gasp escape but a chuckle followed next.

She liked it, he knew. He smiled against the skin of her tummy before he started to scatter feathery kisses around it. Chaeyoung's giggles were merged with his soft laughter, once in a while she told him it was ticklish and Jungkook's smile only broadened before he went up to kiss her in the mouth.

Chaeyoung granted access to her mouth easily this time, unlike the first time they experimented it. He remembered how she was a little awkward and was surprised when his tongue swiped across her lips. Now, she did it naturally.

Subconsciously, as Chaeyoung's warm tongue stroked his the same way he was doing to her, Jungkook's hips snapped toward her and while he thought she was going to break the kiss with a gasp, Jungkook was surprised to find her releasing a satisfying sigh which made him hard even more than he already was. Even her hand was on his waist, pulling him.

It was while his hand began to lift her shirt more while sucking on the skin of her neck as her hand tugged on his dark locks that Jungkook heard a sound of the front door being unlocked.

And as quick as a human could be, Jungkook sprang apart from her and Chaeyoung immediately pulled down her shirt as she brought herself up into a sitting position. Jungkook cleared his throat as he took an empty glass and brought it up to his lips while Chaeyoung took a cushion pillow and hugged it close, eyes focusing on the TV that was displaying a commercial film.

"Oh, Chaeyoung. Hi!" Mr. Jeon greeted as he walked past them in a hurry while Jungkook tried not to glare at his father.

"H-hello, Mr. Jeon," she responded.

Just then, his mother walked in and just as he expected, his mother stopped in front of the television, facing both of them.

When Jungkook looked up at his mother, she was narrowing her eyes at him. "What is it, mom?"

Mrs. Jeon stared at him longer than he expected and Jungkook tried his best not to gulp. She turned away from him, then, and looked at his girlfriend instead.

"It's already late, Chaeyoung," she said softly. "You should go back before they come looking for you. Okay?"

Jungkook's brows furrowed and he wanted to stop her from leaving just yet but Chaeyoung had already walked away hurriedly from the couch. She was stopped by his mother before she could reach the door.

Chaeyoung looked a bit nervous when Mrs. Jeon approached her.

"You... can't go back like," Mrs. Jeon paused and her hands went up to Chaeyoung's head, "like this." She smoothed down Chaeyoung's messy hair, and the latter looked down, embarrassed.

"Thank you, Mrs. Jeon. I'll see you later," Chaeyoung said, and bowed 90 degrees before reaching for the doorknob as she pushed a few strands of her hair to behind her ear.

"I'll walk you home," Jungkook said quickly, already walking toward the door from the couch.

Mrs. Jeon threw him a glare. "She lives just across the street, Jungkook. There's no need to walk her home."

"But mom –"

"I'll watch her from here and make sure she gets inside safely," his mother said firmly.

"I'll be fine, Jungkook," Chaeyoung said softly and smiled at him, and it was enough to weaken his stubborn heart.

As soon as Chaeyoung got into her house and Mrs. Jeon turned around after closing the front door, Jungkook sighed heavily as he plopped back down on the couch. He took the cushion pillow Chaeyoung hugged earlier and placed it on his lap and just as he was about to reach the TV remote on the coffee table, he felt his back stung with pain after his mother slapped him harshly.

"Ow!" he yelled, hand immediately flew to his back in hope to ease the sting.

"What did you do to her?!" Mrs. Jeon hissed at him.

Jungkook was stunned for a few moments before he gulped. "Nothing."

"Don't tell me it was nothing."

"I..." he cleared his throat. "We didn't fight. Even if we did, I wouldn't hit her."

"You know that's not what I meant, Jeon Jungkook. Answer me, what exactly happened?"

"Nothing! Why would you assume I did something?"

"Then explain to me why her hair was that messy and you don't have your shirt on."

Jungkook looked down at his own body and his eyes widened. He really forgot he'd taken off his shirt off in the midst of their intimate moments. No wonder his mother had stopped him from walking his girlfriend home when all this time, she never said anything even though Chaeyoung's house was not far from his.

"And what's this?" his mother asked, pointing at a bottle of wine belonged to his brother.

"What's all this fuss?" Mr. Jeon came from upstairs and headed toward the kitchen.

"Your son was making out with his girlfriend on the couch when we got home."

His father stopped in his track before raising a brow. "Not their first time eating each other's faces."

Jungkook felt his face heated up in embarrassment as he bent down to take his shirt on the floor.

"Judging by the way he was shirtless, there's a bottle of wine here, that girl's shirt was weirdly crumpled and her hair was so messy, I don't think they were just kissing," his mother stated with her arms crossed and all Jungkook wanted to do was to run away to his room. Why must his mother have a great vision and very observant? She could probably spot even the tiniest dot from ten meters away.

Jungkook probably had the coolest father ever compared to his friends, but there were times when his father was just like anyone else's and this was one of those times.

Mr. Jeon's face turned serious for a moment as he asked, "How far did you go?"

He was flustered by the question when both of his parents were eyeing him suspiciously. "What is wrong with you guys?" He sighed heavily as he walked toward the staircase and cursed himself mentally. Why didn't he bring her to his bedroom earlier? At least, it wouldn't turn into a situation as awkward as this.

"We're not finished with you, young man!" his mother yelled.

"Nothing happened, I swear! We didn't...do it."

When he almost reached upstairs, he heard his mother said, "Yeah, if your father and I were any late, you could have gotten her pregnant."

He stiffened in front of his door and thought about it. Well, his mother was right. He totally forgot that it was going to be his first time ever and what was he thinking? He hadn't even bought himself condoms. Next time, he would remember that he'd be ready with protection.