You're having difficulty sleeping and it's not just because it's a warm night. The main problem is that you can't stop thinking about Jungkook, and the fact that he's crashing in the guest room, just a short distance down the hallway.

You think about Jungkook a lot. Actually, 'thinking' doesn't describe it properly. 'Fantasizing' is more accurate.

 You fantasize about him all the time, and now that he's under the same roof your imagination has shifted into overdrive.

What if you got up and snuck into his room right now?

 What if you woke him up with a deep, passionate kiss?

 What if you told him how much you wanted to fuck him?

You trace your hand down over your breasts and your bare stomach where your nightie has ridden up. Your legs part and you slide your fingers further down and start tracing the outline of your pussy with your middle finger. 

You rub back and forth, pressing the silky crotch of your panties between your labia, feeling the warmth and the dampness increase.

You try to imagine what Jungkook's dick looks like. You've noticed his bulge several times. It looks like it could be bigger than normal. Your hand sneaks into your panties as you try to visualize his thick, throbbing cock at full erection. 

You'd love to grab it and stroke it. You'd love to hear his gentle moans as you fondle his balls and jack him slowly. Then you'd put that beautiful cock to good use...

Your pussy is completely wet now and your fingers are slick with your juices. This is when you would normally start a full-frontal assault on your clit and frig yourself to orgasm. You're certainly frustrated enough to do that now. But a persistent thought causes you to hold off.

Jungkook is just down the hall. Go on, take a look. He didn't bring pajamas. He might be naked in there. Just take a peek while he's sleeping...

The idea of spying on Jungkook ties your stomach into a nervous knot. What if you got caught? But the prospect of watching him sleep, seeing him vulnerable, maybe seeing more of him than you should — suddenly it's all you can think about. 

You rub your clit a bit more, hoping to drive away from this dangerous impulse, but now when you think of his cock, his chest, his ass... now when you think of him you can't get over the fact that he's under the same fucking roof, just down the fucking hall...

Almost in a trance you pull your covers over and swing your feet down onto the floor. You tiptoe to your bedroom door and open it carefully, trying to minimize the sound of the handle turning. You step into the hallway and ever-so-slowly close the door behind you, terrified of rousing anyone in the house.

You stand still for a moment, listening for any movement, then start tiptoeing down the hall to the room where Jungkook is sleeping.

A floorboard creaks and you freeze, listening for any indication that you've woken someone. You still have the chance to pretend you're heading for the bathroom, but this is the point of no return.

"What's the worst that could happen?" you ask yourself, tentatively resuming your journey.

You could get caught in the hallway...

You could get caught in his room...

You might wake him up...

He might grab you and fuck you, right then and here...