I wake to sore lips, and tender nethers. Rolling over with teary eyes and puffy lids. I am not injured in any way, just over-worked. We fell asleep, then woke back up. You know how it ends. My heart aches as I roll from the bed, crashing to the floor from being tired.
The sheet is wrapped around my bare waist, and Jungkook looks with bleary eyes at me. He peers over the bed side. "Jiminie? You okay my love?" his voice is still raspy. I curl into a ball right here, feeling drunk and hungover off Kookie. (Not to mention depressed)
My head pounds as the boulder of a Yoongi hurls into my chest like a bowling ball. Now I can't breathe, and Tears are burning my eyes against my will. I just woke up! Why am I ALREADY crying? "Jiminie. . ." Kook sighs.
I shake my head and press my forehead to the wood floor. Jungkook sliding beside me. He glances at his pile of clothes before shaking his head and pulling me into his arms gently. "Jiminie. . . don't cry Jiminie." he coos, burying his face in my neck calmly.
Once I can breathe I wrap my arms around his neck, putting my fingers in his chin-length black hair. "I-I know. It just hurts. . ." I wince, starting to trace Jungkook's newest tattoos. I feel him tense, already thinking his thoughts like drinking water. (Its natural)
If someone else were to look at us, they'd think I am using him. Just for his body. I do not. Not unless he doesn't mind, and because we both know I seriously love him. That I won't do it with him one night, and then be gone before the dawn sets in at morning.
He rubs tattooed knuckles up my spine, using physical attention to take away the mental. I lean into him and moan pitifully. He wants to make me feel better. His hands move down my back to my waist, tracing burning lines to my abdomen.
I take in a breath as he lightly presses the soft skin just below my lowest abs. The skin taught and smooth with muscle, making me too giddy for my own good. Not to mention that entire area is sore from last night's two rounds. I still get tight though.
I curse myself as I kiss him hard and bite his lip. Saliva coating our mouths in a heated sec. His tongue glances my lower lip and I groan, frantically pulling away and standing. Pulling the sheet tight around me I smile at Kookie sadly, walking into the bathroom.
I don't care if he follows. (Yes you do stupid) I shower and then get dressed quickly. Kissing the shunned looking Jungkook hard before rubbing his neck once I enter the room. He understands as I leave the house, getting in the car. . .
I don't care if he follows. (Yes you do stupid) I shower and then get dressed quickly. Kissing the shunned looking Jungkook hard before rubbing his neck once I enter the room. He understands as I leave the house, getting in the car. . . driving through tears to the hospital.
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