Jungkook

Vacation is fucking perfect.

The villa is located in a heavenly place among tropical trees and with a view of the sea that stretches to the horizon. It looks like an eternity that I could stare at forever if I didn't have a better view.

The woman of my dreams.

Every foot and mile of stunning nature blurs when I draw in just an inch of her. She is like a painting, a statue that deserves to be placed on a pedestal and admired all day.

She's the most beautiful woman in the world and I'm not saying that because I'm endlessly in love with her and she only appears that way to me. I have caught men looking at her even though I am standing right by her and no matter how jealous it makes me, I still feel proud because she is mine.

It will always be just a look anyway and even though I can't control their thoughts, I know I'm the only one who can touch her and kiss her the way others can only dream of.

Mikayla is somewhere upstairs probably taking a shower after we swam all day in the infinity pool - and fucked while I made her watch the view as my name echoed around us because she couldn't contain her moans.

The amount of sex we've had in the last three days is beyond belief, but I can't seem to get enough of her. I mean, the feeling is mutual because she doesn't complain and spreads her legs for me in seconds so I can get my tongue lost inside her.

I know I'm not old, but sometimes I feel like I'm eighteen or some shit because I'm losing count of boners. It's embarrassing sometimes how quickly and often my dick's interest is sparked just at the sight of her around me.

We've been outside all the time, either at the villa or in town, which is a twenty-minute drive from here. The weather is perfect - although a little too warm for my taste - but as long as she's happy, so am I.

Her big and excited eyes whenever she sees something she likes are priceless. She has already bought gifts for her friends and her parents from an old lady in town and a bracelet for me. The smile that played on her lips when she put the bracelet on me - beautiful.

I can't believe that all this time I was so blind and failed to see the treasure that was always in front of my eyes. All the years she has worked for Jeon&Park she was a normal employee to me and instead of seeing what an amazing person she is, I had to remain professional.

It may be the only thing I regret in my life, but better late than never. I couldn't have known that Mikayla would become the love of my life and besides, I was already in a relationship at the time.

I have found her now and I will never let her go.

I sit up straight as I see her step out of the villa and walk with a towel around her hair to the lounge chairs where I am seated. She is wearing a tank top and shorts and a few drops of water kiss her skin, which will dry shortly.

She drops into the lounge chair next to me and the evening sun beams on her skin. "I'm kind of hungry," she says as she takes the towel off her head and her wet hair falls to her shoulders.

I turn to her. "Should we go out and get something to eat?" I ask, wiping the sweat drops off my chest with a towel. I find her eyes fixed on that spot and I smirk.

She looks up at me. "Yes, please." She drops back into the lounge chair and her tired eyes are only half open, making me laugh.

"There's a restaurant we haven't been to yet. They seem to have good local food." I suggest and the hazel of her eyes immediately lights up. I know she gets more energetic once she's had some food.

Mikayla could not stop talking about how much tastier and sweeter the fruits and vegetables are here. And it's true, it's like heaven on earth with the turquoise sea, the exotic fruits, and the sky that takes on all kinds of colors as soon as the sun goes down.

"Should I go get ready then?" she asks and I nod.

"I'll take a shower in the meantime," I announce.

We climb up the stairs together and Mikayla steps into the walk-in closet while I make my way into the bathroom. The sunscreen Mikayla always makes me put on leaves a sticky feeling that I hate. It's a quick shower and I step out from under the water again after a few minutes.

Once I've tied the towel around my waist, I waltz back into the bedroom where I find Mikayla still trying to figure out what to wear. I laugh under my breath as she then mutters to herself and takes something in white off the hanger before stepping out of the closet.

Her eyes find mine as I'm toweling my hair dry with a second towel and we end up making eye contact. I can feel the desire in all her glances and movements and it blows me away that she feels the same need I do. Even though we found each other tangled up an hour ago.

I walk over to her and a shy smile plays on her lips. Despite all the things we've done, she blushes and it's the most adorable yet hot thing to happen.

I don't know how she manages just with her existence and without doing much to screw with my head so much that I forget where I am. Time seems to be just an illusion when I am with her because her eyes feel endless when I stare into them.

One side of my lip pulls up and I draw her scent deep into my nose. She smells sweet, but alluring at the same time and it takes everything in me not to rip my towel off and make her mine again here on the dresser. And my cock is of the same opinion as it throbs with interest.

Mikayla's cheeks turn pink as I place both hands on each side of her body on the dresser behind her and force her to look at me. She licks her lips and it leaves a shine on them that gets all my attention.

Just this morning she had those pretty pink lips wrapped around something else and I can't stop thinking about it. It was the first time she tried it and even though I could tell she felt inexperienced herself, it felt so good.

I never had any expectations of her and wanted her to do it when and if she ever felt ready. If she decided it wasn't her cup of tea, that would be okay too. She pleases me in so many ways that I could easily do without.

But now that I know how her mouth feels, how she looks with my cock down her throat and with tears flowing from her eyes, I could lose my mind. She struggled a bit at first to take me completely and knowing her she never lets up.

She is stubborn and determined and after a few chokes and heavy breaths she got the routine out. I came so hard I could swear I blacked out for a few seconds and as a reward for being so good, I let her come on my tongue three times.

To say we are going at it like rabbits would probably be an understatement, but neither of us seems to be complaining about it. Maybe that's why Mikayla has been taking naps at noon for the last three days, to be able to do anything at all.

I let my nose brush against her cheek and hear her suck in a breath that makes me chuckle deeply. Sometimes she's so bold it amazes me and sometimes her shy persona returns, both of which I love just as much.

"Jungkook." she then laughs nervously and the sound blesses my ears. She tries to push me back, but I tilt my head from side to side to get her eyes on me.

"What?" I tease, placing a small kiss on her neck.

"The restaurant, remember?" she asks, her cheeks turning pink. "I have to do my make-out—" her eyes widen and she stutters. "I mean, make-up. Make-up." she finalizes and groans.

"Hmm." I hum, amused that I can make her so flustered, even though we've done everything. We've been in a relationship for five months now.

"I need to get ready." she playfully scolds, then manages to push me off. "Don't distract me."

I watch her disappear into the bathroom with her makeup bag, a curling iron, and what she wants to wear. "Take your time," I call after her.

I get ready myself, deciding to put on something chic but comfortable. I read the reviews on the internet and I'm sure Mikayla will like the place. It's a restaurant that changes to a nightclub after a specific hour, so it's perfect for her to have a good time.

I make the reservation, do my hair and clean up the bedroom and after an hour Mikayla still hasn't finished and come out of the bathroom. I don't want to bother her or put pressure on her because she should get ready in peace, but I'm still curious how much she's managed to do already.

The closer I get, the easier I hear the soft singing coming from inside and I laugh under my breath because Mikayla is always singing while getting ready. I come to a stop at the door because fuck.

Mikayla is standing in front of the mirror, leaning over the sink as she applies lipstick. Her black long hair now falls in big waves down her back and shines in the bathroom light.

Her skin is tanned from the long hours spent in the sun, making her eyes stand out. She's wearing a white dress that, as far as I can see from her reflection in the mirror, has a sweetheart neckline and a cutout on her stomach that shows a bit of soft skin. It goes down to her knees and she stands on tiptoes, which accentuates her calves.

I thought my erection had gone down, but now I'm not sure about that. I lean my shoulder against the door frame, crossing my arms over my chest as I watch her complete the last steps in her routine. She is distracted and focused on applying her lipstick without messing it up that she doesn't even notice my presence behind her.

After she is satisfied with the way her red lips look, she fluffs out her hair to give it more volume. I'm mesmerized and can't take my eyes away.

"Am I taking too long?" I hear her ask then, not realizing that her eyes are now meeting mine in the mirror.

"No, I was just checking," I say, taking slow steps in her direction.

She turns to me as I then reach her. "Is this too much?" she asks, a little concerned as she looks down at her attire.

I shake my head. "It's not enough to show how fucking crazy you make me about you," I rasp, pulling her to me by the waist. "You look absolutely stunning."

"Thank you." She smiles and bites down on her bottom lip, which I release from between her teeth again with my thumb.

"Are you ready to go?" I ask. I know that if I spend another minute here in front of her, we won't make it to the reservation.

"Yes." she enthuses and I forget my thought of staying in completely. She loves going out and I don't want to take that away from her just because I'm horny. "I just need to slip into my high heels."

I nod and we exit the bathroom. Mikayla clutches onto my shoulder so she doesn't fall while she slips into her shoes and reaches for her purse before we leave the house.

We arrive at the restaurant five minutes earlier than I booked and a nice lady shows us to our table. The place is very authentic and shows a good balance between native and international. I think it's fancier than a traditional restaurant because the waiters are dressed accordingly.

A bar stretches across one wall and the restaurant is a total of two floors with the second floor stretching over the first like a balcony. The lighting is dark and inviting, and the food looks delicious on the plates of the other diners.

We follow the lady until we arrive at a table on the second floor and she announces she'll be right back with the menus. Mikayla lets her eyes roam over every detail of the place and I can tell by her smile that I made a good choice.

"I love it here," she comments after she's done admiring.

"Yeah?" I try to ensure and she nods. I glance at my wristwatch and realize that the restaurant is changing to said nightclub in a little over an hour. So we'll have plenty of time to eat before that happens.

The woman with the curls tied into a low bun behind her head returns and places two menus on the table for us. We thank her and she gives us time to think about what we want to eat.

The menu is full of different choices and I make sure this restaurant has enough vegetarian options for Mikayla to choose from. I open the page with Dominican cuisine because I can eat everything else in the States.

The waitress comes back after ten minutes and smiles at us. "What can I get you?" she asks in English with a heavy accent.

We tell her what we want and she disappears again to bring our food. "I love Punta Cana. I want to live here forever."

"Is that your way of telling me you want to move here?" I ask.

She rolls her eyes. "We can't," she says and it makes my heart skip a beat because she said we and not I. That's enough for me to know that she doesn't want to go anywhere without me either. "Did you forget you're Mr. Jeon?"

I smile and shake my head. "I'm just Jungkook here."

She smiles back, her white teeth flashing in the dark atmosphere. Then the waitress comes back one last time, but now with a tray where our food and drinks are placed. We thank her and she walks to another table.

Mikayla and I chat while we enjoy the food and I watch her visibly cringe as she takes a sip of the rum we ordered. Apparently it's very popular here, so she wanted to try it.

Time passes in a haze of laughter and conversation and before we know it we have devoured another round of drinks and dessert. A man who looks about ten years older than me comes to our table to pick up our empty plates and glasses.

By accident, he almost throws a fork on the floor. "Lo siento," he says in Spanish, and I assume he doesn't speak English because all the other waiters spoke to us in English since we don't exactly look native.

"No pasa nada," I assure him and hand him my fork. "Gracias."

He smiles up at us and asks if we enjoyed our meal to which I respond positively. Then he turns to me after gathering the dishes onto his tray.

"Con todo respeto, señor," he then begins, his gaze roaming between me and Mikayla. "Su esposa es hermosa."

A smile leaps to my lips. Normally I wouldn't have hesitated to mark my territory, but I can tell by his words how carefully he chooses them so it doesn't come across as if he's trying to flirt with Mikayla. I can appreciate a compliment for my girlfriend.

"Lo sé, soy un hombre afortunado." I nod, my gaze now on the hazel-eyed woman in front of me, watching her listen curiously to our conversation, even though I know she doesn't understand any of it.

The man nods back and walks away. "You can speak Spanish?" Mikayla gasps, leaning over the table as her eyes widen.

"Yeah, not too much though," I say. We've been doing very well with English so far because a lot of tourists come here anyway, so everyone speaks at least broken English. So this is the first time she's heard me speak in another language. "I learned it in high school. It's also beneficial for when we have international clients."

"That makes sense. It certainly leaves a good impression," she comments and I hum in agreement. "It sounded hot, though."

"Did it?" I raise my eyebrow and she tilts her head to the side. I feel her brush her foot along my leg under the table, the heel scraping against my thigh. I swallow and my eyes darken. "Mikayla," I warn.

Laughing, she takes her foot away. "I think alcohol makes me feel confident and bold," she says before taking the last sip of her drink, which is of an unusual blue color.

The sound of chairs and tables being moved around draws our attention, and looking down from the balcony to the lower floor, we see staff clearing an area that will presumably serve as a dance floor later.

"What are they doing?" Mikayla asks, watching them curiously.

"This place changes to a club after a certain time." I check my wristwatch. "Like right now."

"Oh? How cool is that?" she gloats, the lighting now darker and more colorful attracting our attention. The faint music is now getting louder and people are starting to gather at the bar.

Laughter and the clicking of glasses fill our ears and people at the tables upstairs now begin to join the scene as well. "You want to go down?" I ask, already getting to my feet.

Mikayla smiles before taking my hand and together we walk to the bar as well. We find ourselves on two bar stools and I order us new drinks. Mikayla bobs her head to the rhythm and laughs as she watches people dance.

When she chugs down half her drink in one gulp and jumps to her feet, I know she'll be drunk in no time. She turns to me. "Let's dance!" she yells so I can hear her over the music.

"I'll pass." I shake my head and her smile changes to a frown. "I can't dance."

"But JLo is telling us to get on the floor!" she motivates, referring to the song that is blasting through the speakers. She takes my hand and tries to pull me off my chair.

I kiss her knuckles. "You go. I'll be watching you," I say.

She shrugs her shoulder and doesn't press further, probably knowing my avoidance is coming from other things. I would love to make her happy with this, but the idea of dancing while other people can watch or bump into me is not appealing right now.

I laugh as I see Mikayla rush to the dance floor and she raises her arms in the air. It blows my mind knowing she can dance alone without friends or company and have fun, but it's Mikayla we're talking about.

She enjoys the smallest things and just watching her could be classified as my main hobby. I take my drink in my hand and now turn completely to the dance floor so as not to let her out of my sight. Even if there were no weird people in the restaurant, you never know what they'll do once drunk.

I won't tell Mikayla not to do certain things because first of all, I don't have the right to do that, and secondly, I'm with her and can step in if I see something suspicious. Also, I will never tell her what to wear and what not to wear. I can fight.

Even though the stares of some guys here bother me, it gives me reassurance because her eyes are only on me. I watch her over the rim of my glass, my cock coming alive from the way she sways her hips.

She looks cute and so sultry at the same time with her siren eyes, which are usually big and innocent. Propping my elbow on the counter behind me, I see another girl talking to her and the two seem to hit it off immediately as they talk and sway together to the music.

I order another drink, this time something fruity because I want to try it. Mikayla raved about it earlier and although it's a bit too sweet for my liking, it still tastes great.

We have fun, Mikayla on the dance floor enjoying herself and me entertaining myself while watching her. Until I spot a young man approaching, his gaze hungry and focused on my girl. I swipe my tongue against my inner cheek as I perk up.

I don't want to interfere like a jealous boyfriend - although that's what I am - because I think Mikayla is capable of expressing herself and rejecting someone. If he didn't leave despite her rejection, I would intervene anyway.

Although I don't look like a guy who can get violent about such things, I'm certainly not afraid to swing a fist. Or five. I rather like to try to solve my problems with words first, though.

The guy approaches and at first, seems to want to dance unobtrusively next to her. Then as the situation presents itself he leans against her and I clench my fist, my fingers itching to show him that she has a boyfriend. He says something to her and Mikayla raises her eyebrows.

But before I can get up from my seat and intervene, Mikayla says something back to him and the guy looks taken back, causing him to walk away without another word. I smirk proudly and the urge to go to her takes over me.

So that's what I do.

Mikayla jumps a little as she feels a hand wrap around her waist and turns around, ready to throw a fist, but she smiles when she then realizes it's me. "Oh, so you want to dance now?" she teases, the lights flickering in her eyes.

"Not really." I shrug and she rolls her eyes. "Did that guy bother you?"

"No. He asked what's up." she shrugs. "And I said my standards, bye. He walked away."

I look back and forth between her eyes because she looks so nonchalant and cool when she says that. And then I can't hold it in and I start laughing out loud. I throw my head back because I think it's hilarious how she turned the guy down.

People call me savage, but that was the most savage thing I've ever heard.

I look back down at her after I come down from my laughter and she flashes me a smile, her gaze jumping between my lips and eyes. There's something affectionate in the green and brown that makes all the other colors in the room look dull right now.

"That was the absolute best thing you could have said." I praise her and pull her to me by the waist. Her hands come to my chest.

"I know," she says confidently. Then she shrugs. "My feet are starting to hurt. Can we go back?"

"Of course." I nod and link our hands before we make our way out through the crowd.

Although it's also very warm outside it feels refreshing to step out into the night and a soft breeze blows against our skin, making the sweat wash away. We parked the car some distance away, as it was not allowed to drive into the street and the parking spaces nearby were taken.

So we walk hand in hand through the night, the streets now not as crowded as a few hours ago, but still full. It's just after midnight and I know Mikayla will fall right asleep once she throws herself into bed.

If she doesn't fall on the floor that is.

Her foot hits a pebble. "Whoops." she laughs as I hold her tightly so she doesn't kiss the asphalt.

Then she yelps when I scoop her up in my arms, one hand secured behind her back and the other under her thighs. "Gotta be careful, baby," I say and she cackles again before wrapping her arms around my neck.

"You got me though." she smiles and I chuckle. She is slurring her words and I know the alcohol is getting to her.

"Did you have fun?" I ask as we walk quietly to the car.

"A lot! I can't remember the last time I danced this much!" she sighs contentedly. "But I'm so tired and I want to sleep." she yawns before laughing and shoving her hand in the direction we're walking. "Off we go! Faster!"

Yep, she's drunk.

She giggles and rests her head on my chest. "Are you bossing me around?" I raise my eyebrow and she pulls back to look at me.

A sassy look catches her features. "My boss is carrying me like I am the boss." she points out matter-of-factly. "So no comment."

"Okay, princess." I scoff playfully.

"Were you extremely jealous of the guy from before?" she asks, wiggling her eyebrows as she changes the subject.

"Me? No."

"Oh, come on." she kicks her legs. "I know you were. I could see it in your eyes."

If it weren't for her giggles, I might clench my jaw, but I just smirk. "Don't have to be jealous over what's already mine."

She hums, impressed. "I'm yours?" she asks, and I nod. "So you're mine then?"

We reach the black car we've rented for the six days and I place Mikayla down next to the passenger door. She looks up at me as I brush a strand of hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear.

"Always have been," I whisper. "And always will be."

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter with jelly Kook🥹🫶🏼