"So my girlfriend likes flowery bras and neon pink underwear?" Jungkook playfully teases me, as I lay on top of him.
"Fuck you. You don't even know how expensive lingerie is. This was the cheapest bra and pair of underwear I could find," I laugh.
"It looks good on you. But you look good in anything."
"Thanks. Am I doing this too fast?"
"Nah. It feels great."
"Am I bleeding?"
"Nope, you're fine."
Jungkook's body feels like a feather on mine. A soft, warm feather. His hand grabs my breast and I squirm with delight. He hit a ticklish spot. I stroke his face and we kiss for a couple of minutes.
"I love you so fucking much. I'm so grateful to have you," he whispers.
"I love you too. I think about you all the time. You basically live in my dreams. My heart flutters when I'm next to you. My mind sings when you're kissing me."
"Don't leave me. I want to be with you forever. You're the best person in the world."
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Our Last Song
FanfictionBailey Smith is spending her summer in South Korea at a dance intensive for ballet. However, a walk around Seoul changes her life forever- she meets Jungkook, a singer from her favorite Kpop group, BTS. Over the next few weeks, Bailey and Jungkook g...
