𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒 𝕂ℙ𝕆ℙ 𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕝(~Jungkook x Reader)

Horror movie

My heart is beating too fast! I'm not frightened, I'm not scared, well, I am, I'm scared of my own feelings, I'm scared of what Jungkook feels.

I'm scared of what's happening between us, but I'm frightened of where it's really going not what's happening.

What's happening is exciting.

"Y/N?"

I pull myself back into the room from my thoughts turning to glance at Jungkook, he looks beautiful as always.

"Yeah?"

"What food shall we order? Are you hungry?" He smiles at me and my heart just melts more, how did I get this lucky?

"I'm hungry yeah" I smile, "you order anything you want I'm good, I'll eat anything, you make sure you get something you want"

I watch as he scrolls through the room service menu, his fingers flitting over the pages, "you sure? Can I just order different stuff and we'll share it?"

"Yeah of course go for it" I smile as I continue to watch him lost in his choosing of food.

The food is here before we know it, eaten, enjoyed and gone and we've laughed and talked; he told me about his day, how the photo shoot went, how he had a laugh with the rest of the guys, he asked me about how I spent my time. The talk soon went to every day lives, and what we did when we were younger in school, basically we finally got to do what I'd wanted since I first talked to him, I got to know him a little more, he told me about his parents but in a different way to how he tells the media about them, he told me about how they were growing up, he opened up a little and we both shared things with each other that we haven't before. I told him about my sister and my best friend, I mentioned how I love them but I left out the part where I've never told them about him or this situation and thankfully he never asked so I let it drift away. It was, domestic in a way, a strange level of comfortable but it was nice. But the night slips away too quickly, time is gone way too fast.

"Movie time?" He questions with the cutest face I've seen in ages, making my heart pick up its pace again.
"Yeah definitely!"

He chooses a horror after much argumentativeness from us both; I don't want a horror and he knows it and I've got a sneaky suspicion he's done it deliberate because he knows after about twenty minutes I'll be hiding in his side. He's using the things I told him about over dinner to get an advantage, why did I tell him about the one time at Halloween where I got freaked out, I'm regretting it but smile to myself, letting him win again as a warm feeling spread throughout my body, he really is amazing.

We're sat close together sharing body heat on the sofa in his hotel room, there's nothing outside of that hotel room; no other band members, no management, no fans, no media, no cameras, family, friends, everything but us two in this room, everything outside of Jungkook's room, is gone, it doesn't exist!. It's the best feeling ever. And as predicted, after around thirty minutes, I don't like what's on the screen, some awful monster thing chasing a man and woman in the woods, I hate it and if I watch it I'll never sleep properly again, "you okay?" Jungkook asks me as I screw into his side tighter, hiding my face in the crook of his arm, breathing in his scent that's calming and comforting, I've come to realise every time I leave him that I miss his scent, I miss it surrounding me. "I'm not watching this movie it's horrible Jungkook!"

Instead of saying anything more I feel him shift slightly next to me and then before I can even open my eyes and look at him he shifts me around scooping his arms around me, using one hand around my neck to then run his fingers softly through my hair, "shall we switch it off?"

I look up at him and his face is looking somewhat hot, sexy and what is that? is that turned on? What's happening with us? The tension between us is now so obvious we could cut it with a knife.

"I don't know! if you're watching it then no, leave it on" I say quietly, and he smiles and it's a teasing smile, "I'd rather be doing something else now you come to mention it..."

I glance at him and lean away from him, "have you had a hard day at work or what?"

"Yeah, that's why I need you to help me recover" he winks and I think my heart stops and then restarts as he gets up and turns the tv off and wanders back over to the sofa sitting himself back down closely next to me.

"Help you recover?" I question with a small smirk and he laughs, a playful giggle slipping off his lips; "as I remember correctly, there was kinda something started this morning that we didn't finish" when he says it my world screams at me, my heart bashes my rib cage and my lungs cry out for oxygen, he affects me too much it still scares me, how can this ever be happening?

"I.."

I don't get anything else out because he's shifted and is ghosting his lips over mine, his eyes full of lust, the same way I imagine mine are; that's the thing you see, every time I'm with him something stirs inside me and it makes my skin buzz, makes me feel alive and like I need him always, this is what frightens me when I allow the thoughts to race.

"Wanna finish what we started?" He asks with a smile and it's beautiful; he doesn't do it in a way that makes me think he just wants his way with me then it's over or that he just wants to get a kick, he smiles like he wants to feel, he wants to know how he's affected too, I can see it in his eyes, I know he feels that buzz and I'm dying as much as he is to feel it burn, to let the fire consume us.

We're kissing, his tongue gaining entrance to my mouth so easily as I let him in, our tongues gracefully dancing together; there's nothing rushed or needy about it, nothing too much. It's slow and sensual and I don't want to say it but, it's loving in a way, it's not harsh, it's just right and it's comforting. I quickly block out that thought that it could be anything close to love; I can't love this guy! He can't love me! And so every thought is pushed to the back of my mind as I continue to melt under his touch.

This time when his fingertips gently brush the waistband of my jeans I arch my back up allowing him to get a little more access as I mirror his movements; running my fingertips across the top of his waistband, letting them dip down a little into the top so that I feel the band of his boxers, when I feel his breath hitch a little, I take it as a sign that he's okay and that he does feel very much the same so continue. It's not long before I'm reaching for his waistband again, tugging down softly on the sweatpants which he allows to happen, and when I'm lost in the moment and have one of his hands tangling in my hair gently and his other hand wandering from my inner thigh to the waistband of my jeans tracing patterns into my skin, I allow my hand to ghost over his growing bulge in his boxers that I now have exposed, I hear him take in a deep breath as I palm at him gently.

"Y/N Ah..." he arches his back.

I kiss him back harder and then pull away, "yeah?"
Without a single word he pulls away from me and for a moment I freak out, maybe I've gone too far? Maybe this isn't what he was asking for, but then he stands and scoops me up entirely, I throw my arms around his neck as he carries me to the bed gently placing me down and staring at me as I breathe rapidly looking up at him, 'beautiful', I think to myself and then he climbs onto the bed to join me, I sigh happily as he hovers above me looking down at me.