One Night

35. Long-term (End)

"Thanks for coming, have a nice night!"

Jungkook nods over his shoulder at the hostess, resting his hand in the small of my back as we walk to the car. He shoots me a smile, his hand sliding lower down my back. "My place?"

"Sure. Will the boys be there?"

Jungkook chuckles. "I told them that it was six months since we got together, so Namjoon took everyone to Jeju for the weekend."

My eyebrows raise, and Jungkook opens my door for me. I slip into the passenger seat. "Wow, he really took them out of town?"

Jungkook nods, closing my door, walking around to his side, his legs practically folding in half as he ducks into his seat, his height making the car harder to get into, and I grin at him. "Why would you get a car that's so low to the ground, since you're so tall?"

"My seats, obviously." Jungkook rolls his eyes at me playfully, lifting the center console again, patting the space between us. "Come on, sit here."

I raise an eyebrow, not moving. "Why?"

"Because I said so," he raised his eyebrow back, a grin tugging at his lips. "Brat."

"Don't call me that," I wrinkle my nose, sliding into the middle seat, and Jungkook grins, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

"You are one, though."

"I think the fuck not," I glare at him playfully. "Are you trying to start your - "

"Kink discussion!" He laughs at the expression on my face, leaning over to nuzzle my cheek with his nose. "Come on, we've got to talk about it someday."

"Yeah, that's a hard pass."

Jungkook chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth, then another, shifting so that he's facing toward me, and I turn to meet his eyes, giving him a smile.

Jungkook reaches up to brush his thumb over my cheek, a smile tugging at his lips, and he presses a long kiss to my mouth, leaving me breathless as he pulls away. "Six months, can you believe that?"

"I didn't think we'd last six days," I grin at the wounded expression on his face, and he pouts.

"I'm more attractive than that." He grins, kissing me again, his hand moving to my waist. "You taste like pasta."

"I wonder why," I grin, rolling my eyes, and he laughs, kissing me again, longer this time, his tongue slipping into my mouth, and when he pulls away, he presses his lips to my cheek, my jaw, gently tonguing the skin of my neck, and I close my eyes, a smile tugging at my lips, enjoying the gentle caress of his fingers on my hip.

My eyes open as he nips my ear gently, and I can feel his smile against my skin as the hand on my hip begins to trace circles against my skin, lifting the hem of my tight dress to brush the skin of my upper thigh, a burning trail in the wake of his fingers as they slowly trail upward. I pull away slightly, running my fingers through his hair, my every nerve buzzing with alertness.

"We are not having sex in your car in the parking lot of the restaurant," I murmur, my breath catching in my throat as he gently nips the skin of my neck again, his hand continuing its slow trail up my leg as he replies, breathing the words against my skin.

"Why not?"

"B-because," I let out a breath, pulling away, and Jungkook's lips curve upward against my neck, speaking softly against the skin.

"Tease."

"Wait until we get to your place, that's all I'm asking."

Jungkook pouts, but pulls away, giving me another kiss before he starts the car. "I even brought blankets. They're in the trunk."