𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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"You didn't throw away the lipstick, did you?" Jungkook turns to me after ending the call. I shake my head, removing my sunglasses.

"No," I reach into my pocket, pulling out the item. "I put it away because I didn't have a mirror to apply it."

He nods his head as if glad I have it. "It'll work either way. Give it to me," he urges, holding his palm open.

Confused, I hand him the lipstick. He takes the top off, rolls up the red stick, and steps closer to me.

"What are you doing?" I take a step back, conflicted by almost everything at this point.

"You're going to put this on, and then you're going to kiss me."

His words take me off guard instantly. Wrecking the bravery I fought so hard to hold up since ever agreeing to this mission of crime.

"No, I'm not. What's the point in doing that? Besides, you're dating Acid—"

"Woah, woah," he interrupts, holding his hands out to stop me. "You're reading way too much into this. We told the man we were going to have sex. If we go upstairs looking completely normal without a little bit of lipstick smeared on my lips, our clothes not out of place, and our hair looking fine, then he'll know something is up. He'll become suspicious pretty quick—that is if he isn't already."

Ignoring the inner embarrassment rising in my body for misreading the situation, I change my thought process. Although it makes sense, it also doesn't.

"What's the point in putting on lipstick when I didn't have it on when we walked inside the store? He'll realize I wasn't wearing any when we came in."

He shakes his head, silently stopping my train of thought. "Everyone upstairs judged us from the minute we walked inside, which is exactly what I wanted them to do. They gave us one glance and already made their opinions; they didn't bother analyzing anything else about us because people like to think they can tell everything about a person with one glance."

"Since we walked into a rich establishment looking poor, the owner would do anything to get us to leave—or get us out of eyesight—and I knew exactly what to do for him to let us stay a little while out of sight. Truth be told, my gut told me you wouldn't take the money anyway. My plan has worked perfectly this far. Now, I need you to kiss me to make it all come together."

"But I—"

"Don't think about Acid, don't think about me, think about completing the mission and returning home. Either way, each second is wasting time here. I figure he won't give us a whole hour down here."

I let my thoughts go back and forth with one another, pacing my thoughts in different directions because of the circumstance.

This is so random, and I've yet to prepare for it. How could I possibly kiss a stranger when I have never been kissed before? Of course, I've had boyfriends and have been kissed, but the kisses I've had were quick smooches, not deep, lipstick-smearing, kisses.

I know he's right. I am reading way too much into it, but for someone who's never done it before, it's a little intimidating.

"Don't think so hard," he suddenly speaks up, catching my eyes when they lift to meet his. "It's only a kiss, Vee." His normally blank expression changes to one of gentleness—a look I never would have thought to see on his features.