Fifteen

Jimin

Layla, are you okay?

Please answer.

Jungkook isnt here.

I'm sorry about everything.

Please answer me, Layla.

Layla

I'm fine, Jimin.

Jungkook is still missing?

Why haven't you found him yet?

Stop worrying about me. I'll try calling him.

It was now 11:30 at night and Jungkook was still gone. Even though Layla wasn't talking to anyone but Sejin and Jimin, she still wanted to look for him. Jungkook had been kind to her; their rocky meeting forgotten. A lot of fond memories of her and Kook replayed in her mind.

Watching Run BTS and Bon Voyage episodes and laughing about everything Namjoon broke.

Eating countless chinese takeout boxes while he was supposed to be dancing.

Jungkook and Layla started a real friendship. It was something she cherished most.

She was going to look for him. She had to. She was still wearing her outfit from the morning; the coral skirt and grey shirt Namjoon had purchased for her from Forever 21. She ran her fingers through her hair and tried to find shoes when her doorbell rang.

She didnt know who it could be. Sejin was her first thouht, so she quickly walked up to the door and flung it open.

"Did you find him?" She sighed, but took a step back. It wasn't Sejin at the door. Who stood in place was the tall and muscled figure of the one they'd been looking for.

Jeon Jungkook.

Layla stared at Jungkook, noticing his blank stare and disheveled hair. He was looking her up and down; sucking in his bottom lip and biting it before meeting her eyes.

"Everyone's been looking for you."

"I know."

"Where were you?"

Jungkook stepped into Laylas apartment and shut the door. Laylas hands fiddled with her skirt as Jungkook eyed her again.

"Where were you, Kook."

"I had to think," he began; his eyes never leaving hers. "I couldn't stay in the dorm and figure out what I needed to. This stupid fight with Yoongi made me realize that all you'll ever see me as, is a boy. Namjoon, Taehyung, Yoongi and even Jimin all have had what I want." He stepped forward and grasped Layla's waist. Their bodies flush together; Laylas cheeks burn bright red and Jungkook breathes shallow. "I want you. But," he laughs. "You'll never give me the same. I'm not going to force you to fuck me. I'm not that kind of guy."

"J-jungkook."

"Don't say anything, Layla. No yet. I need to get something else off of my chest." He grabbed her chin with his fingers and lifted her face up. "I fell for you. And you didnt even have to do anything."

She stared at him with confusion. She didnt know he felt this way. If we were all being honest, she liked him to. She never seen him as a kid. He never came across that way with her. He was kind. Gentle. Something about that made her like him too. She liked them all.

She slowly backed away from Jungkook and stared at the ground. She put a few good feet between them. Maybe she could think.

Maybe she wouldn't make a decision based off of what she wanted.

Maybe she'd think about the consequences.

But she was confused.

"I-I. I dont know what you want me to say, Jungkook." She sighed and grabbed his hand from her chin. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm going to show you how much of a man I am."

Layla crossed her arms and bit her lip. Just the sight of her bottom lip being grazed by her teeth made Jungkooks cock twitch. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He didnt want to force her.

But he needed her.

He needed her to see the real him. One that he has hidden for so long.

"Dont you think I'm a whore, too?" She said with tears in her eyes. Jungkook opened his eyes slowly and met the tears head on. He walked slowly to her and once he was close, he lifted his finger and grazed her cheek; subtly whipping away the few tears that escaped her eyes.

"I could never think that, Layla. Never."

He lifted her chin up and slowly brought his lips to hers. Layla's heart started to skip and take off running full force.

She wrapped one hand around his neck and then in his hair, knocking the hat off his head. It hit the ground with a soft thud. She pulled back and looked into his eyes. The looked that flashed in them made Laylas core clench. She didnt know why she was doing this. It was like everything she was told and all she had said didnt matter.

All that mattered was Jungkook.

Even if that didnt make any sense at all.

Layla POV

I crashed my lips to his, taking him by surprise. He slowly started kissing me back and once he did, it was like a wild fire ignited between us. He grabbed me by my waist, lifting me up so that my legs interlocked around him. He walked me into the living room and pressed my body up against the wall.

As soon as my back hit the brick wall, he started kissing my neck so I took the time to control my breathing, never letting the grasp my legs had around him loosen.

"Kook.." I moan in his ear.

He stops kissing my neck and looks into my eyes.

"I can't force you to do this. I dont want to do.... Not like this, Layla. I." He chokes up. "I dont want you to feel like I'm taking advantage of you or just trying to-."

"I want this. I want you," I plead. "Make me forget everything." I grab his face and look into his eyes. "Please."

He lowers his forehead to mine and nods. "Okay, baby. Just do one thing for me."

"Anything, Kookie."

"Make me forget. Make me feel something. Make me feel like I'm not just some kid."

I unhook my legs and lower myself to the ground. While looking into his eyes, I pull off my shirt and then unclasp my bra, letting them both fall to the hardwood floor. I bring my hands to the bottom of his shirt, slowly pulling it up and tossing it with mine.

I stood there in my skirt, naked from the waist up. His eyes slowly graze my body and he gulps.

I start on his pants next, unbuttoning the dark denim and sliding the zipper down. He kicks off his shoes and pulls his pants down and blushes.

He was nervous.

He takes them off and stands before be in his black boxers. I trail my eyes up his tone chest and back down again.

He looks so much better than I could have ever imagined. His slightly tanned skin and his tattoos. This was the first time I was seeing them all clearly. They were beautiful. Each little piece of ink made his skin more beautiful.

The viens that in his arms and the soft toning of the muscles made me clench. I could feel my panties getting wet from just looking at him.

He watches me before grabbing my hand and placing it on his chest. I could feel his heart beating fast.

"Take them off..." He says while keeping his eyes on me. I trail my hand down his chest until my fingers hook into the waist band of his boxers. His eyes flicker shut and I pull them down slowly. His hardened member springs free and I gulp. Hes so much bigger than I have ever imagined.

I strip my skirt and panties off and pull him close to me. He moans when our bodies touch. He slowly lifts his hand and grazes my cheek.

He leans toward my lips; they almost touch.

"Beautiful." He whispers.

Our lips touch and we start again with the fire that happened before. He leans into me, his erection hitting my stomach. I gasped for breath when he ground himself harder into me. He snakes one arm around my waist, takes the other and runs it up and down my side.

I start trailing kisses down his jaw and back up again. His fingers slowly graze down to my heat; Teasing the wet folds.

"Jungkook." I moan. He lowers himself, leaving kisses between my breasts and down my stomach. He stops and looks up at me asking for permission. I nod and soon he's kissing me there and I groan. His tongue goes in and out and I feel everything. My nerves are alive. He flicks his tongue again and I yank him up and attack his lips.

I'm fire, he's gasoline. We're a dangerous combination.

But one things for sure. The explosion is hot and beautiful.

He takes himself in his hands and pumps a few times before he breaks our kiss.

"I. Um." He blushes and then looks down at me.

"Hey, its okay." I nod. "I trust you."

In this moment I did.

He aligns himself with my entrance and in one swift motion, he's inside of me. We both moan.

My adrenaline is rushing too and every sense is heightened. All I feel is him. I jump up and hook my legs around his waist again.

He picks up rhythm and all you can hear in the livingroom is the clock on the wall ticking, skin slapping and the loud moans. Jungkook breaks the kiss and starts kissing and sucking on my neck. I'm on the edge. I can feel it. I know he is too.

Then he stops.

"What's wrong?" I pant out.

He shakes his head. "I've never done this before." He lowers his head and I gasp.

He was a virgin.

"Kook."

He sighs defeated and sets me on the ground, his cheeks are pink and suddenly hes shy. I grasp his head and lead him to my bedroom. Once we're inside, I shut the door and lead him to my bed.

He slowly lays me down and places both hands on each side of my face. I grasp his hand and then rub my hand up and down his arm. "Dont think," I tell him. "Just feel. We'll figure this out together, Kookie." I then place a soft kiss against his lips and move us until we're in the middle of the bed.

Jungkook POV

Laying her on the bed, I press my face into her hair; Breathing in every scent that is her.

Her skin feels like silk against mine and even softer underneath my lips. I bite down gently on her neck and then suck the faint red mark that forms on her skin. I kiss lower and softly flick each nipple with my tongue; The soft moans from her drive me wild.

I slowly take my knee and nudge her legs apart and then settle between them. She's warm. She feels amazing. Even better Now that we're on the soft and warm bed. She grinds her hips into me and moans again.

Layla POV

He enters me in a quick move and I arch my back. He fills me all the way and I can't help but scream.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He pants.

"It's okay." I whisper. "I want this. I want you." I put my hand on his cheek and pull him close to me so I can capture his lips. He begins to move quicker and quicker, not giving any room for us to stop. I'm reaching my climax and so is he. He grinds his hips in a rhythm that I just can't take anymore.

I climbed the mountain and now I'm falling. I'm falling hard. The orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave, thrashing me around in a sea of ecstasy. Soon, Jungkook finds his own release and with a loud moan, he rolls off of me and takes me in his arms; Throwing the comforter over us both.

I close my eyes and take in this moment.

I just had sex with another member.

Right now, I didnt feel guilty. Who cares.

Right now, Jungkook and I were together and that's all that matters....

Right?

Unknown POV

I stood in front of her apartment door, staring at the handle. Should I knock? Should I call or text?

No, you wouldn't want to hear from me.

You shouldn't want to. I hurt you and said some things that couldn't be taken back.

You'd also think I was a stalker finding your place. It took twenty minutes for to find your file in Manager-nims office. I just had to know you were okay, even if I was supposed to be finding Jungkook.

I sigh and turn away when I hear it.

"Jungkook, dont stop!"

I freeze. Surely I couldn't have heard that. I face your door and walk back. When I get to it, I place my ear to the door.

Then I hear it.

The faint sounds of a headboard hitting the wall and muffled moans.

"Oh fuck, Layla!!"

I step back and close my fist.

Rage.

Jealousy.

A lot of emotions I cant process are running through my mind.

You are fucking Jungkook.

And next you'll be fucking me. I'll make sure of it.