Guilt seeped into my head making every nerve in my body to resist the pleasure Taehyung kept giving me. He wasn't giving up on me.

I took a step forward meeting Tae's eyes in the mirror. It was so pure. With his big rectangle smile on his face, ears reddening with shyness and hair effortlessly falling on his forehead, he removed his jacket passing it on to me. "Take it, zip it up so that the stain wont be visible" he said, his voice being the most calmest and sweetest. I smiled at him taking the jacket, while he left the washroom.

I sighed.

Jungkook.. I.. love him.

It's been a while since the whole cold coffee situation. I was now roaming around wearing the jacket Taehyung was wearing this morning receiving every possible kind of look from the crowd. They must be assuming something since Taehyung dragged me out of the room.

They're not wrong though. I am wearing a clothing of his.

It wasn't even break time when I felt shivers up and down my body. It was because of the still-wet tshirt I was wearing. Yeah, Tae's jacket was helpful but only to cover up the coffee stain. "Y/n, go to the store room and bring these files. Take jungkook with you." I looked at the professor who was handing me a piece of paper with a list of files and documents. I nodded while jungkook signalled me to head out of the room.

It was a quite walk halfway through the hallway. The open area surrounded with trees swaying around causing a gush of cold breeze hitting our skin made my whole body shiver with coldness.

"Y/n- are you listening to-" he stopped midway, now looking at my shivering hands and trembling lips.

Taking my hands in his, he started rubbing it together to create some warmth. "Are you sick? Do you have a cold?" I shifted my gaze away from him, looking at everything but Jungkook. "Look at me. Why are you wearing Taehyung's jacket anyway?" he asked, immediately pulling down the zipper revealing the wet clothing item with a coffee stain.

I looked down, biting my lips while he just gently cupped my face forcing me to look at his beautiful doe eyes. His warm palms touching my cold cheeks melted away the lingering thoughts of guilt in a second. His hands slowly glided along from my shoulders to my palms, intertwining our fingers together and ran to somewhere as if our whole life depended on it.

We were now standing infront of a door. Boy's Locker Room.

Pushing the door open, it revealed nothing but empty seats and a series of lockers following along it. I looked around but thankfully there was no one around. "The coach wont be here" he said, searching something busily in a random locker which I assumed to be his. Jungkook is a Football player. A singer. An artist. A song composer. An athlete. And who knows what not? This man is literally perfect.

After a whole search in the small locker, he finally let a sigh of relief grabbing his football jersey and hugging it lovingly. "Ah! I thought I left it at home again." he said, still admiring the jersey he was holding. I immediately knew how much it meant to him.

He turned around to face me, his then-innocent eyes now changing into something relatively dangerously evil ones. Slamming me to the wall behind me, he came so close to my face that I could see the galaxy in his eyes even more clearly.

Throwing the jersey around his shoulder, his hands slipped around my waist under the shirt. Just when I was about to protest, he placed his lips onto mine, his hands rubbing circles on my waist and tummy while he kept deepening the kiss, his warmth completely seeping into me overcoming all the coldness i've felt till now. Pulling away from the kiss, he looked into me deeply before pulling up my tshirt completely until im completely half-naked. My eyes widened at his action. If it had done anything to me? I would say I was turned on. Completely.

I need him. Now.

My hands found its way around Jungkook's neck pushing him onto me while I hungrily kissed his perfect plum lips. He was definitely not expecting that move, but continued to kiss. We were a moaning mess. Wrestling for dominance for a while, jungkook decided to take it the hard way. He was now leaving wet kisses along my jawline, slowly reaching my neck. I was marked.

He had marked me.

The action left red and purple hickeys on my neck, the sensation still tingling around even after he pulled away. I closed my eyes, expecting him to do something else but ended up feeling something around my neck.

Jungkook's laugh now echoed the whole locker room while I gave him a death stare, still continuing to wear his jersey. "You. Asshole." I cursed, only to make him laugh harder at me. I kept staring at him, removing my jeans since the jersey was long. I felt so tiny for the first time. His eyes widened, clearly checking me out as it moved from top to bottom. I had never worn something too exposing ever since I joined the school.

It was definitely the first time others would see me like this, but Jungkook?

Didn't he already see me practically naked?

"A-ahem" I cleared my throat, grabbing his attention again.

"But you looked so cute, I was almost going to give in and continue, but this reaction is worth the chance I lost just now" he chuckled again, clutching his tummy, still laughing but now on the floor.

"Ha ha very funny Mr. Kookie"

He went silent, his eyes immediately shooting daggers in me. "What did you say?" he said, getting up from the floor to approach closer to me. "K-kookie?" I repeated, tilting my head in confusion. "What happened Kook? I shouldn't have called yo-" "ani. You should call me that more often." He replied cutting me off in between.

Kookie? Why do I feel like I've heard this before?

My thoughts paused when a sharp pain in my head overtook the control over my body causing everything to go black.

I had blacked out.