One Night

15. Not Just Anyone

"You look hot."

I throw Jungkook a look, slipping off my shoes in the entryway of their dorm, setting them next to the giant pile of mens shoes. "Thanks?"

Jungkook smirks slightly, reaching out to tug on a loose curl near my face. "You should wear your hair up more often. It actually makes you look older than ten."

This asshole. "Well, you've been fucking this ten year old for the past two weeks, how does it feel?" I shoot back, and he throws his head back as he laughs.

"You want a drink?"

"It's nine a.m."

"And?"

I grin slightly. "You got wine?"

He laughs again. "Yeah, come on."

Jungkook leads the way down the hallway into a large kitchen, opening a cabinet. "Choose whichever one, I'll grab glasses."

I nod, leaning on my tiptoes to look into the cabinet, and Jungkook chuckles. "Need a step stool?"

"You're an asshole." I glare at him, still straining slightly to see into the cabinet. "Do you have just a Pinot noir?"

Jungkook chuckles again, and I freeze slightly at his hand on my waist as he stays forward, pressing me against the counter as he reaches over me, my back pressed against him as he leans forward to pick up a bottle from the shelf. "This fine?"

I nod slightly, not even paying attention to the wine, more to the fact that I can feel him pressed against me, all of him, and I know my face is hot as he raises an eyebrow, chuckling.

"You good?"

Fuck you. "I'm fine."

Jungkook pulls away, walking across the kitchen to pick up to wine glasses from the counter, tilting his head back the way we came. "Let's go to the living room."

I follow him into a large room, and he sets the glasses and bottle of wine down on the coffee table, nodding toward the sofa. "Go ahead and sit, I'm going to grab some sort of food."

"You're weirdly polite today."

Jungkook chuckles. "What can I say, I'm a great host." He throws me a mischievous glance, raising an eyebrow. "Although I can't say the same for some people in this room."

"Fuck you, I'm a great host."

"And a terrible guest." He raises an eyebrow, disappearing toward the kitchen again, and I roll my eyes, sitting on the modern sofa, eyes scanning the sleek room furnishings. It's obvious just looking around the room how much they must make, everything screaming quality and money.

"Trying to decide what to steal first?"

I throw Jungkook a nasty look as he grins, setting down a plate of crackers on the coffee table, sitting next to me.

"You're such a jerk."

"And yet you still like me." Jungkook raises an eyebrow at me, opening the wine, and I try to ignore the way the muscles and veins in his arms flex as he does so.

"I'm sorry, who says I like you?"

"Well, you sure as hell don't hate me." Jungkook hands me a glass of wine, raising an eyebrow.

"Trust me when I say that it's not in any way my own volition, it's completely due to postcoital hormones creating a lingering attachment."

"I don't speak science, but it sounds like you just said you like me." Jungkook grins at me and I glare, taking a sip of the wine, letting it longer on my tongue for a moment before swallowing.