Starting Over •JJK• ✔️

Twenty Two

Everything about dinner was amazing. The food, the restaurant, and the wait staff were all wonderful. The guys and the company staff would frequent there to celebrate milestones ranging from the end of a tour, winning awards, and birthdays. The restaurant staff knew everyone very well and always had a private room in the back at the ready for them. They even had a deal with the company to sign NDAs so they could go out and have a good time without any worries.

JK and I talked about anything and everything over our meal. We shared stories about our childhoods, laughing about the trouble we would each get into, while we ate off of each other's plates. And we drank some of the best wine I'd ever tasted.

It was such a relaxing and carefree night. We'd never spent time together like this away from everyone else, so to have a small and quiet break away from the chaos was really nice. Although we've been friends for so long, there was still a newfound ease between us now. There weren't questions about who we are to each other anymore. We could simply be together and enjoy each other without any hesitation. There were moments when JK would start rambling about a certain memory he had and I found myself just smiling at him from across the table. The way his eyes would playfully crease and his nose would scrunch up when he would laugh would pull me in even further.

Although he was known and admired as Jungkook from BTS by people all around the world, he was always just JK to me. He would flip a switch somewhere inside of him when he was performing, turning on the sex appeal and demanding the attention of every person in the audience while onstage. But away from the screaming crowds, he was soft spoken and sweet. Both personas made up who he was and I adored all of it.

When we returned to my apartment after dinner, we kicked our shoes off by the door. He took off his jacket as I walked towards the kitchen, very happy to finally be free of those heels.

It wasn't late, only around 8pm, so I grabbed a bottle of wine and started opening it. Grabbing two glasses, I turned to see him untuck his shirt and start rolling up his sleeves to make himself more comfortable. He didn't see me watching him, so I took in the sight of him for a few extra seconds. There was something about how the fabric gathered at his elbows, exposing his tattoos, that made him look even sexier, if that were possible. And when he looked over at me, I quickly returned to my task of pouring the wine.

JK chuckled and moved towards the kitchen, still fidgeting with his sleeves. "Don't act like I didn't catch you looking."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I set a full glass aside for him and starting pouring my own.

He came around the counter to stand behind me and his hands rested on my hips. "See something that you like?"

I felt his fingers lightly bunch up the fabric of my dress and I smirked, putting the cork back into the bottle. "Yeah, this wine looks pretty good." I squirmed and laughed when he playfully growled against my neck, and I turned to face him, holding my glass and my smirk. "But you're alright too."

JK raised an eyebrow. "Wine sure does make you sassy." He took his glass from the counter behind me and tapped it against mine. "I like it when you're sassy."

I lightly shrugged and took a sip, keeping my eyes on his. The wine was making me feel some type of way, but 'sassy' isn't the word I would have chosen.

The scent of his cologne filling my nose when he moved a bit closer wasn't helping.

And just like that, he flipped the switch.

The look in his eyes was one that I was quickly coming to know very well. He wouldn't break his gaze. He just kept staring, almost as if he was testing me, and it made my heart race. He moved closer again and I felt the edge of the counter against my lower back. Being almost eight inches taller than I was, he towered over me when he would get this close.

And I enjoyed it.

I finally broke and looked away, turning my head to take another sip of wine. The power he had over me was equal parts thrilling and frustrating.

JK placed a finger under my chin to lift my face again. "What's wrong, baby girl? Do I make you nervous?" He brought his lips down next to my ear. "Or are you excited?"

There it was. The name he'd call me when he wanted to play.

I closed my eyes with a sigh. His body was pressed against mine now, pinning me against the counter, and I could feel him hardening against me. "You never make me nervous."

"Good answer." He took my glass and set both mine and his aside. "Looks like sassy is out the window." His hands went under my arms and lifted me onto the counter, bringing me up to eye level with him, and his thumb smoothed over my bottom lip. "What ever am I going to do with you?"

I opened my legs so he could stand between them and my hands moved to his waist. His stare was intense and I fought against my urge to look away again. "What would you like to do with me?"

He had recently asked me how I felt about him taking control like this, concerned about how it would impact me given my past. I told him that I trusted him and knew that it wasn't coming from a malicious place. He explained that taking control wasn't a power trip for him, but a way for him to fully concentrate on making me feel good, which made him feel good in return. And if it ever progressed to a point where it was too much, all I had to do was say so.

I haven't stopped him yet.

JK took my hands away from his waist and set them on the counter on either side of my legs, pressing them down to keep them there. "My ultimate goal is to make you cum while you're still wearing this dress." He left a few hot wet kisses on my neck. "But I'll have to work my way up to that."

I moaned at the feel of his tongue running along my skin and I started to squirm. I tried moving my hands, needing to touch him, but he only pressed down harder, which made me whimper.

He chuckled as he pulled away. He brought my hands up between us and wrapped both of his around my wrists. "How would you feel about me tying these together sometime?"

I swallowed hard and throbbed at the thought of it. I looked down at his large hands that almost completely covered mine and brought my eyes back up to his with a small nod. "That would be fun."

"That's my girl." He kissed my knuckles and brought my arms up to encircle his neck. "I love that there's a whole side of you that's simmering just underneath the surface, and I want to see it."

He was still testing my submissive limits, and I was still figuring them out for myself. I was never the dominating type, so it worked out for us.

JK grabbed behind my knees to wrap my legs around him and pulled me up off of the counter. His hands were secured underneath me as he effortlessly started carrying me towards my bedroom. He set me down onto my bed and crawled over me, running his hand up along my side. "But some other time."

My arms stayed around his neck and my hands found his hair as he deeply kissed me. I moaned into his mouth and just allowed myself to be fully captivated by him like I always was. Only this time, it was a little bit different.

This time, I could officially call him mine.