Just One Day | Liskook [ Completed ]

Chapter 29

A/n: Warning: 18+, MATURE content.

Lisa's pov~

My heart was in my throat, palms sweaty and nervousness made me blink excessively.

We walked down the hotel hallway hand in hand, the opulent surroundings of the posh hotel a blur as I gulped thinking about what was coming.

Why had I suggested this again?

I think Jungkook sensed my trepidation, because as soon as he opened the door to his room, he took me by the arm and led me inside purposefully, kicking the door shut behind him.

He made me sit on the edge of the bed and then knelt down in front of me.

Taking my face in his palms, he looked me deep in the eyes. "You know nothing has to happen right? We could just order a good movie and cuddle up..."

I smiled at his gentleness, my heart filling with love for this man.

"...and drink some apple juice together."

What.

I burst out laughing.

His confused look made me snort.

"Huh? What just happened?"

"Apple juice!", I let out in between hysterical laughter. "Jungkook, what are you? Six?"

Slowly sliding his hands of my face, he frowned, then mumbled, "What's wrong with liking apple juice?"

This just made me drop back on the bed with a guffaw, rolling around on the mattress as I tried to control my giggles.

He got up from the floor, scowling down at me with a pout on his face. "Here I was trying to be a good boyfriend and you're just laughing at me."

Aww. He looks so adorable pouting.

He approached the coffee table, taking off his watch and leather bracelet. Placing them on the table, his fingers then went to his shirt, unbuttoning the first two buttons.

Did I say adorable? Try hot.

All traces of mirth disappeared when I saw his hard pecs in the dim lighting of the room. My throat went dry and I swallowed harshly.

His actions seemed innocent but I spied an evil smirk spreading across his face as he took off his shirt completely.

He was well aware of the effect he had on me.
And it seemed he wanted to torture me more.

The band of his boxers showing above his tight jeans, he made his way to the small refrigerator below the tv. Opening it, he took out a bottle of juice and proceeded to drink straight from it.

Some of the juice dribbled down his chin, to his throat, making a trail down to his abs.

I pressed my thighs together as arousal coursed through me, making me bite my lip in order to not make a sound. I wanted to lick his abs.

"You look awfully thirsty for someone who doesn't like apple juice.", he observed in a teasing voice.

"I never said I didn't like it."