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Forbidden 2 ⎸ Welcome, Little Sister

Warning : jk!dom; yn!dom; dry grinding; teasing; blue balls; denied ejaculation; curses; pet names; cock sucking ; and more 😉

Word count : 9.2k

Chapter’s song : Alone with you – Ashlee

n.a: English is not my first language, so I may have missed some mistakes while proofreading. This story was written a few years ago, so since I'm not happy with the result, I'm rewriting it completely today, keeping the same continuation as the first version. Anyway, thanks for understanding. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I’ll see you for the next one. Enjoy reading it; please don’t forget to vote and comment.

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Busan | Jeon's apartment | 12:55 am | Jungkook's POV

The day after I punished my beautiful stranger, whose name I did not yet know, I had to go home. My father was planning his wedding to his new wife, which was fast approaching, so I had to try on the suit for the wedding.

The Paradise Hotel on Jeju Island belonged to my father, and he asked me if I would go to the wedding with him so he could put my name on the guest list. Not knowing myself, I told him I was going alone. Honestly, I didn't know who I was going with and didn't think about it during the last few days on the island. Besides, I was there with my friends and was more in the mood to party and enjoy the sun and the beach.

The fact that I met my beautiful stranger and had a secret bestial relationship was not planned. I'm not usually the one-night stand type. What I had with her was inexplicable. It was not love at first sight because I don't believe in that nonsense. But I felt a strong attraction to her.

In fact, I had been eyeing her since the evening my friends and I arrived at the hotel.

It was evening, and we had just put our luggage in our rooms. The advantage of staying in my father's big, famous hotel is that the top floor is fully furnished and private. Available only to family and guests.

Tired, we all felt like we needed to stay in the hotel. But we, however, decided to go to the hotel's restaurant. That's when I saw her. Her skin was well-tanned, probably from sunbathing on her days off, and she was not very tall, which did not bother me. On the contrary, her body was beautifully proportioned, with curves where they belonged and a generous bosom.

"Gentlemen, good evening. My name is Evie, and I will be your waitress for the evening. I'll leave the menu with you. Just wave to me when you've chosen." The waitress, Evie, left the menus with us before retiring.

When she returned to take our orders, I still hadn't decided what to eat, too focused on the beautiful waitress who had caught my eye and my full attention.

"Take a picture. It will last longer." I didn't react to Seokjin's words at first. I stopped staring at the waitress when Taehyung kicked me under the table.

"What?" My two friends laugh at me, and I don't see what's funny.

"Stop looking at her like that. She might think you're a weirdo."

"I can't, man. It's like she's the only one here. She's so beautiful, I can't take my eyes off her face. Which is completely stupid. I've never had that happen to me, with anybody."

"It's called love at first sight, my young friend." Seokjin gives me a friendly pat on the shoulder.

"This is ridiculous." That's all I can say now; love at first sight is stupid. It doesn't exist.

I tried not to look at the pretty little waitress during the whole meal, but I couldn't. It's so ridiculous that I feel like locking myself in my room and not coming out until the day I leave for Busan.

I couldn't avoid her for days after arriving at the hotel. Everywhere I went, she was there. It was as if we were magnets drawn to each other without the power to separate.

I tried. I tried not to cross her path, but every day was a failure. In the end, I accepted that I couldn't avoid her, even if she wasn't aware of my existence, and even if she was, I was just another customer in her eyes.

During our first real encounter on the beach, when Taehyung sent the volleyball a little too far, and my little waitress took it in the back of her head, I thought this was the universe finally giving me a chance to talk to her. Without wasting any time, I jumped at the event.

Behind the rocks, I gave it my all. This was probably the first and last time I would have her in my arms and just for me, so I gave it everything I had. I thought if I gave it my all and she liked it, she would give me a chance to fuck her again.

During that one time, I became even more addicted to this woman. No doubt she had enchanted me with her siren melody. That was the only possible explanation.

Then the hot night we had in my hotel room before I left a few days ago made me more dependent on her. I was so frustrated when the day of my departure came. So I took my courage in both hands, put my phone number into her phone, and sent myself a message with her phone to ensure I had her number.

Since arriving in Busan, I kept checking my phone, hoping to get at least a little message from her. Anything, just to ensure I was not one of many with who she had a good time. I even spent hours staring at my phone screen before typing a message, only to delete it after.

After spending all day yesterday trying to convince me to forget her, or at least calm my passion and obsession for this woman, there she was.

Holy shit.

How did she know where I lived? No, wait. My future mother-in-law's daughter was moving in with us today. I'd never seen her before, but I'd heard the parents talk about her a few times. All the more so as the day she was to move in - today - was fast approaching.

Don't tell me my beautiful waitress is my...

"Jungkook, son. This is YN, your future little sister."

Well done, Jeon. The one girl who haunts your thoughts and whom you've fucked turns out to be the one person in the world who is forbidden to you. My new family life was officially off to a good start.

There was only one thing left to do. No matter how stupid, I couldn't show the parents we knew each other. In fact, we could. I could tell the truth and say I had met her on the island, leaving out our intimate moments. But before I had time to think, the words came out of my mouth.

"Nice to finally meet you, YN." Poor thing, the little smile that adorned her beautiful lips slowly faded as I pretended I didn't know her.

She seemed hurt by my words, and I felt terrible. Right now, in her eyes, I must be a bastard. A jerk who had taken advantage of her, although that was far from the truth, it was too late to back out.

I hoped that when we had time alone, away from the parents, I could make up for my stupidity and explain why I treated her like this.

"Same, Jungkook." YN came to her senses and faked a small smile to be polite in front of the parents.

"Wonderful. We can eat now that the introductions have been made." Jihee, YN's mother, excitedly invites us all to the table. "Sweetie, leave your things here. We'll put them in your new room after eating."

Jihee takes YN by the arm and leads her to the table. Our eyes are locked on each other the whole time, forgetting for a moment that we're not alone.

"Are you all right, son?" My father had approached me after the two women of the house had left. "I know YN's arrival may change things in our lives, but tell yourself it's for the best. All I ask is that you make her feel welcome and show her around when you have time". He pats me on the shoulder, and I nod, unable to find my voice.

"Let's go."

Busan | Jeon's apartment | 15:00 | YN's POV

The parents had to leave after the meal to continue preparing for their wedding. I took advantage of their absence to familiarise myself with my new room.

As my things had arrived before me, my mother found time to put them in their proper place. I took the opportunity to unpack my suitcases and put the dirty clothes in the washing machine.

While waiting for the machine to finish, I showered before getting dressed and settling down on my bed while I exchanged messages with Evie, updating her on my arrival at my new home.

Evie: It's crazy. The only client you can sleep with is your future step-brother 😂.

YN: It's crazy, isn't it? I want to die ⚰️

Evie: Tell you what, now you've got all the time in the world to continue what you started on the island 😉.

YN: You need to understand the gravity of things, Evie. In time, Jungkook and I will become step-siblings. Such an intimate relationship is forbidden.

Evie: Who says that? 🙄

YN: I do. The parents. Society 😩

Evie: Fuck society and your parents (with all due respect to them), but you're not related by blood. Nothing is stopping you from having sex again if you really want to.

Evie: You only get one life. You might as well live it without regrets.

YN: Maybe, but if I let myself go, this story could end badly.

YN: Since arriving, Jungkook and I have not had time to talk about what happened on the island.

Evie: You said your parents were away, right?

YN: Yeah

Evie: So why are you wasting your time with me? 🙄 Take advantage of their absence to set the record straight and fuck like rabbits all over the house 😏

YN: Oh. My. God 😳

Evie: Go get your man, woman. I'm expecting some crunchy news tonight 😏

So now I find myself lying on my bed, weighing up the pros and cons of whether or not to listen to Evie's advice and take my chances with Jungkook. The idea of sleeping with Jungkook again is quite exciting and tempting at the same time. On the other hand, I know very well that the truth will come out one day, putting us in a bad situation with our parents.

But temptation seems stronger than reason because I am standing in front of Jungkook's bedroom door in a flash, not knowing what to say.

Letting go of my fears, I knock on his door once, then a second, and a third time, unsuccessfully. He must have left because he did not open the door for me. Or maybe he didn't want anything to do with me now that he'd tasted me.

What a pity. At least I would have tried.

As I turned to go back to my room and mourn my defeat at the hands of Evie, I thought my soul was leaving my body.

Standing just a few feet from me in the living room was the person I had come to see. It's incredible how this man was able to be the most beautiful man in the world with nothing to show for it. Due to the summer heat, he wore only a loose black t-shirt and grey shorts, but Jungkook was still irresistible.

"Hi." He seemed shocked to see me, probably not expecting me to come to him.

"Hi," my voice was weak compared to what I expected.

While in my room talking to Evie, I was still struggling to realize that Jungkook was no longer just a client I slept with but that he would become a member of my family in a while. Now that I had him before me, I finally realized how badly I had messed up.

I shouldn't have given in to the urge. I should have been stronger than the urge to fuck this handsome stranger - who was no longer a stranger - and let reason win. Now it was too late to go back. I had to live with the terrible consequences of my choices. I just hope it doesn't complicate things between Jungkook and me.

The tension in the air was palpable. His tense body and the surprised look on his beautiful face betrayed his nervousness. Which was understandable given the circumstances. From his point of view, I must have been in the same state as he was.

"Step-siblings, eh?" He looked everywhere but at me.

"By the looks of it, yes." His eyes locked with mine, and the air left my lungs.

I don't know how we got so close that the distance between us was like a strand of hair. The warmth of his breath was soft against my face, despite the speed of his breathing.

His gaze fell to my lips and lingered for a while before I could resist any longer and did the same as he did. Our lips were pressed together in no time as I joined in the kiss Jungkook had initiated.

This is a bad idea, YN. You're already up to your eyeballs in shit, don't go any deeper into this shit.

But I wouldn't listen to reason. Once again, I let myself be dictated by lust. Once my desire was satisfied, there would be plenty of time to regret my actions.

One of his hands rested on my cheek while the other took refuge in the small of my back before I moved closer to him and pressed our bodies together. The warmth of his body was comforting, inviting me to curl up even more against Jungkook.

The hand on my cheek shifted the hair on my shoulder, giving him free access to my neck before finding his way back to mine as Jungkook broke our kiss. He placed soft kisses from my cheek to the hollow of my neck.

I had the feeling that nothing had changed. I could still see myself in the hotel while Jungkook and I indulged in pleasure without worrying about the risks or the future. Enjoy being unknown lovers, not knowing the weight of our actions on each other's social status. It's strange to say, but a few days ago, everything was easier, our only concern was not to be caught by the people working in the hotel, but the risk was still exciting and stimulating.

Today, if we were ever caught, it would affect not only our relationship with each other but also our relationship with our parents. The last thing I want in this life is to see the disappointment in my mother's eyes.

"Stop thinking so much, baby. I can hear the wheels turning in your head." Jungkook must have felt my body stiffening from the worry and endless thoughts polluting my head.

"Let yourself go. Surrender to the pleasure." His words were separated by kisses on the sensitive skin of my neck, sending many shivers down my spine.

I took his advice and let myself go with his actions, kisses, caresses, and soft words he whispered in my ear as if he was afraid someone else would hear them while we were alone in this big apartment.

My hands ran all over his body, which didn't seem to displease Jungkook, who let me do it without complaining, on the contrary. The few moans he couldn't keep back were a blessing to my ears and encouraged me to continue.

My hands got lost in his hair, and when I tugged at it, from the sheer pleasure of his mouth on mine as his hand massaged my breast through my top, Jungkook pressed our intimacies together as a delicious growl escaped him.

He was driving me crazy.

"Jump." He commands as his hands move over my butt to support me as my legs lock behind his back. Wasting no time, Jungkook sits on the couch, and I find myself in the Amazon position on top of him, my legs on either side. Our lips still pressed together, Jungkook uses his hands on my butt to roll my pelvis over the hard bulge hidden in his shorts.

"Jungkook," I moaned as I rolled my pelvis over his bulge, giving us both pleasure, and I couldn't help but throw my head back and moan his name.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Jungkook growled into the hollow of my neck. "Keep it up, babe."

His encouragement pushes me to increase the pace of my movements, bringing us a little closer to the edge of the cliff of pleasure, and in no time, I feel ready to jump into the great void and be wholly consumed by the fire of pleasure.

I don't know when the parents will return from meeting with the wedding planner, but none of us care.

It's only been a few days since we last slept together, yet I'm thirsty for him like someone lost in the desert, desperately seeking an oasis to quench their thirst. And that scares me.

I don't know if everything happening between us is just an amusement for Jungkook, but I'm afraid I'll lose myself and fall into the abyss that holds the most profound feelings. I couldn't. It's wholly forbidden to me.

Jungkook's passionate kisses bring me back to reality. To our reality. The one where parents, society, and the controversy of our situation did not exist. A world where our relationship was as normal as possible.

His hand settles on my crotch, where my sex is already soaked from his attention.

"From what I can see, my baby is already wet. Just for me. What a good girl." Moving my underwear to the side to give him direct access to my pussy, Jungkook strokes his middle finger across my slit, spreading my wetness across my sex.

Desperate to have him inside me before the hypothetical arrival of the parents, I undo his shorts, and with his help, we are both naked against each other in no time.

"Jungkook, please," I didn't know the real reason for begging him. Probably to get him to put his already hard cock into my pussy.

"Be patient, babe. You'll soon have me inside you and beg me to fuck your pussy."

Without waiting for me to come down from the cloud that his dirty words had carried me to, he grabs the base of his cock before stroking the thick head of his length over my slit.

Occasionally, he tortures me by inserting only the tip of his cock inside before pulling it out as quickly as he pushes it in. This repeatedly happens until I get impatient and take him at his own game. When he pushes his tip into my pussy again, I take the opportunity to catch him off guard and move all the way down his length until his glans are kissing my cervix, wringing a whimper out of both of us.

"You little minx." His head tilts back as his mouth opens, releasing delicious moans, and his hands find refuge on my waist.

Coming to his senses, he forces me up until only his tip is left inside me before pulling it back hard. Even though I am the one on top of him, he is still in charge.

I love it when he's in charge. Unlike other sexual encounters I've had where my partners were either only concerned with their own pleasure or only focused on mine, Jungkook was perfect at balancing the pleasures so that we had the mutual pleasure.

He would moan and groan, and I would respond by doing the same. Our screams and moans went together beautifully, making a beautiful symphony that even the most extraordinary composers of all time would be jealous of. Bach and Beethoven must be spinning in their graves with jealousy.

With each thrust, he pushed me further and further to the edge.

Everything around us had long since disappeared, and I'm sure if the parents came through the door, they would catch us red-handed without us being able to pretend nothing was happening. We were both so lost in pleasure as the other that nothing mattered to us anymore.

To tell you the truth, I was even more excited about the idea that the parents might surprise us.

Anyway, I hoped that none of the neighbors had come out of their houses by now because I'm sure they would have heard our moaning and crying with Jungkook.

The knot that had long since formed in the pit of my stomach swelled with each of Jungkook's poundings as he pushed his cock into me.

My walls closed around his length, increasing both of our pleasure. The tip of his cock caressed the most sensitive and pleasurable part of my body. And I wasn't afraid to let him know it.

"Right there? Do you want me to keep going, baby? Do you want me to keep hitting your G-spot?" At this point, my hands gripped his shoulder tightly as my nails dug into his soft caramel skin.

"Yes, please don't stop." My movements had taken on the same cadence as Jungkook's, bringing us to the end of the road and increasing our pleasure - if possible.

"Far be it from me, baby." And as promised, he hadn't stopped chasing pleasure with me.

After several more thrusts, we jumped blindly into the void, holding each other. The knot had finally been untied, releasing a tremendous discharge of pleasure that made us convulse.

Still gasping for breath, I could hear Jungkook's husky, deep voice whispering as his hands gently caressed my back. “Welcome, little sister.”

One week later | Restaurant | 20:30 o'clock | YN's Pov

It was Friday night, and it had already been a week since I arrived at my new home.

Things were going great with Jungkook. We took advantage of our parents' absence to hang out together, and when they returned home, we pretended nothing had happened. Apart from our forbidden relationship within the house's four walls, we had a best-friend relationship.

Outside the walls of our rooms, we got along just as well, bickering and discussing trivial matters. During our many conversations, I got to know him a little better. He was charming, friendly, easy to talk to, and nothing like the asshole I had imagined before meeting him.

Before I went home, I imagined my life would be like the next world war. I had fallen for the stereotypes of spoiled rich kids. I was convinced he would see me as a competition because he was a year older than me and had lived in wealth longer than I had. It's stupid, I know.

Unfortunately, we didn't have any time to ourselves yesterday. Due to an emergency at home, the wedding planner canceled her appointment with the parents, so they stayed home. This was not so bad because it allowed Jungkook and me to take a little break from sex.

So we spent an afternoon together as a family and tried to bond. We watched movies, played board games, and just talked. For the first time, I saw Jeonseok, Jungkook's father and my mother's partner, in a new light.

Just like his son, he seemed to be a really charming and gentle person. No wonder my mother loves him so much.

"It makes us very happy you are getting along so well." With her hand resting on her companion's over the table, my mother looked at Jungkook and me in turn. A smile appeared on her red lips.

Today the parents had the bright idea of going out to eat at a restaurant not too far from the house. It wasn't luxurious, but as they say, happiness is found in simplicity.

"We have to if we don't want to start a third world war." Jungkook winked at me, teasing me. I took the opportunity to play his game and knock him back.

"Yeah. It would be a shame if you returned from your honeymoon to find him lying on the floor in a pool of blood." I give him a wink.

"Lovely. Thank you, sis." I stick out my tongue in response.

"Why do you always have to make creepy remarks like that, YN?" Her annoyance makes all three of us laugh.

"Anyway, as you already know, the wedding is fast approaching, and during the evening, we are counting on you to make the guests feel comfortable and have a good time. Can we count on you?"

"Yes, ma'am." Like clockwork, Jungkook and I do the military salute.

Later that night | YN's room | 1:22 a.m.

It had been a few hours since we returned from the restaurant, but I couldn't sleep despite my exhaustion. So, to be more productive, instead of tossing and turning in my bed, I grabbed my computer and tried to come up with ideas for wedding gifts for the parents.

I searched for about an hour. I put aside a few ideas but would need more. I had exhausted all my ideas, but with some help, I could develop a few more ideas. Jungkook could come up with some gift ideas that I still needed to think of. After all, his father would get the gift, so he might join in and make a joint gift.

With the computer in my hand, I leave my room, cross the hall and knock on the door of Jungkook's room. Like the last time, I knocked several times without any answer from him, but I am sure that he was in his room because I heard his voice through the door.

Uninvited, I invite myself into his room, remembering to close the door behind me to cover the sound of his voice and avoid waking our parents, who must be sound asleep at this hour.

No wonder Jungkook didn't hear me. He had his headphones on while sitting in front of his computer playing online.

"No, not that way. Cover me. I'm going in. We'll blow them away, these sons of bitches." His words made me smile. During the day, when we played games as a family, I learned a new side of Jungkook. His competitive side. This kid hates to lose. Nobody likes to lose, especially me, but he hates it. He is a sore loser at times, which made me laugh.

After putting my computer on his bed, I walk toward him with baby steps. I put my hand on his shoulders and made him jump as I walked by. He didn't understand what was happening. The surprise on his face made me smile.

"Damn, babe. Don't scare me like that." Again, the affectionate nickname "Babe" was on his lips. He'd used it a lot the last few days, not just when we were in bed. I hope he doesn't let it slip out in front of his parents.

I had to be honest and admit I liked it when he called me that. Just with that one little word, he was able to make my heart flutter and create a strange but delicious feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Sorry." Careful not to make him lose, I kissed his cheek tenderly as an apology for unintentionally scaring him. When my lips touched his skin, a smile appeared on his lips. Jungkook puts his hand on my neck, bringing my face to his before kissing me before continuing his game.

Still standing behind Jungkook, I put my arms around him and watched him play online with his friends, who I had not yet officially met. My closeness wasn't enough for Jungkook. While waiting for one of his teammates to come and revive him, he pushed back his chair, took me by the forearm, and motioned for me to sit on his lap, which I gladly did.

I sit comfortably on his lap, pressing my back against his chest and resting my head on his shoulder, giving him a clear field of vision on the screen. When I turn my head, my nose brushes against his neck, and Jungkook moans softly but audible enough for his buddies to hear since the microphone is in front of his mouth.

"Everything okay, man?" I hear one of his buddies ask through his headphones.

"Yeah, everything's fine." Looking at him, I couldn't help but smile when Jungkook looked at me out of the corner of his eye. "I was just yawning." A lame excuse that his buddies seemed to accept against all odds.

"If you say so." Then, as if nothing had happened, they returned to their game.

Shifting one side of his headphone, I whisper softly in his ear, careful that his buddies don't hear me. "What a bad boy you are, Kook. Lying to your friend like that. It's not right."

I grab his earlobe between my teeth and nibble his lobe. He moans again.

As I put the headphones back on his ear, an idea comes to me. What if I tease him a little?

I attack the hollow of his neck with kisses, touch his lips, bite him, and suck gently on the spot where I bit him, but not hard enough to leave a mark. I didn't want to leave any evidence that would incriminate us to our parents.

I could feel Jungkook tightening up in his sweatpants. Taking advantage of the situation, I moved my butt against his member.

His eyes lighted up with the flames of desire, dancing through those chocolate-brown eyes in no time. I was pretty pleased with myself. But it wasn't enough for me. I needed more. Naughty, I ran my hands down his muscular torso to the hem of his shirt before lifting him up.

"Stay focused on your game, babe." I used the same pet name he used to give me. "And whatever happens, don't lose. If you lose, I'll stop." His eyes remain glued to the computer screen. But I could see his Adam's apple moving up and down his throat, and I was sure he heard me.

Kneeling on the floor, I hurried to free his member from its cage of clothing that had become too small for him. I looked at him one last time and noticed he was also looking at me. "Concentrate on your game, baby boy."

I was glad to see that I didn't leave him indifferent. His dick was already hard, ready to get wet and pumped by my mouth, tightly secured around his thick cock.

He listened to me like a sweet boy, focusing back on his screen. He had trouble swallowing. As if it was a steak in front of my eyes, I salivated at his dick.

I took his length in my mouth and teased it with my tongue on the tip of his cock. A salty taste spread in my mouth from his warm pre-ejaculation.

Jungkook continued to squirm as I started to give him kitty licks. Looking at his face, I noticed that Jungkook's eyes were fixed on me. Shaking my head, I stood up and put my lips close to his ear.

"You better not lose, or you'll bear with the consequences, big guy." I picked up where I had left off. I took his hard, swollen cock into my mouth, making sure to maintain a steady pace to make sure I gave him maximum pleasure.

Locking my lips around his cock, I sucked relentlessly. I caressed the swollen head of his already heavy member with my tongue. From time to time, I would stop my movements to tease him. Frustrated, Jungkook moaned softly, avoiding alerting his friends to what was going on.

When I stopped again to look at his computer screen, I saw that Jungkook was about to be eliminated by a blow from an opponent. To spice things up a bit more, I put my hand on the base of his dick, making up and down movements, pumping his member along with my mouth.

Jungkook was about to come. His cock was swelling and getting heavier on my tongue. His balls were swelling and contracting, helping the seeds in his balls to rise, which would soon finish its journey into my mouth as he surrendered to pleasure.

Encouraging me to continue, Jungkook puts his hand on my head. I was ready to help him come, but when I heard the almost angry voice of one of his friends who blamed him for losing, I immediately put that idea aside.

"What the hell are you doing, man? You played like shit tonight." His buddies were very upset with Jungkook for losing the game. "We could have beaten them hands down."

Jungkook glared at me because, in a way, it was my fault that they lost, and his friends were mad at him.

"What a shame, love. I told you not to lose." I pushed the situation even further, which made him even angrier. "I was willing to let you finish in my mouth, but a deal is a deal."

With that, I stood up, leaving his hard cock behind, and gave him a kiss on the lips before returning to his bed. Sitting back on the mattress, I took my computer on my lap and continued to search the Internet for new gift ideas for my parents.

I pretended to be busy with the computer. I knew that once Jungkook was done with his friends, he would make me regret what I had put him through. But hey, this girl likes to play with fire.

"Sorry, guys, but I'm not feeling well tonight." Oh, really? What a nerve to lie to his friends when the truth was that he was distracted by his cock in my mouth.

"Tsk," I involuntarily let out loud, and I could feel Jungkook's fierce eyes on me, but I refused to look up.

After saying goodbye to his friends, Jungkook removed his headphones and disconnected from the game. For a few seconds, there was complete silence; only the sound of the keys on my computer broke the heavy silence in the room.

I seem to have murderous desires tonight because I knew precisely how Jungkook felt then. He was frustrated because he had lost his game and was left with the blue balls because he could not ejaculate.

"It's getting late. I better go to bed." Jungkook hadn't said a word since he logged off, but I could hear that his breathing was heavy. I closed my computer and exited the mattress, pretending to leave his room.

His reaction lived up to my expectations. I barely had time to put my feet on the floor when Jungkook suddenly got up from his chair, pushed me onto his bed, and stood over me.

His room was dark, the only light coming from a box that projected a purple galactic glow onto the walls. "You're proud of your move, aren't you?"

His voice was accusatory. Yes, I was proud of myself; considering the number of times he had done this to me, it was time to give him his due. It had been hanging over his head for some time. I wanted to play with him - even if that wasn't my primary goal when I arrived in his room.

"You could have let me win at least once." His face moves closer to mine, and our lips are a hair's breadth from touching. His hands take mine before pinning them to the mattress above my head.

Did I mention that I love it when he enters a dominant mode? It's a pure blessing. Jungkook's gift of duality would drive more than one woman crazy. One moment he can be calm, shy, and sweet. Next, he can be strong, dominant, and powerful.

"I never lose, YN. Never. And definitely not to losers like the ones who played tonight." My lips had turned into a sneer, causing Jungkook to frown, displeased and shocked by my audacity.

"There's a first time for everything, Jeon." I connect our lips for a brief moment before ending the kiss. "I told you to focus. It's not my fault you lost."

"My friends are pissed at me, babe." His threatening tone sends shivers down my spine.

"Not my problem." Incredulous, Jungkook seemed to be falsely offended by my words and attitude for a brief moment.

"Don't play too smart with me, YN." He groans.

"Or what, big guy?" He said nothing. Only a malicious smile had appeared on his lips.

"Don't provoke me, babe. Our parents are just down the hall. With all that's going through my mind, I doubt you can control your screams. It would be a shame to wake them at this hour. Don't you think?"

Strangely enough, I was curious about what he wanted to do to me.

"Besides, I'm still mad at you, you brat." With a fake surprised look, I asked him why.

"Why? Are you kidding me?" He listed all the reasons he was "mad" at me.

"You made me lose to suckers; my friends are mad at me; you got me excited like a rabbit only to give me blue balls. Is that enough?" His pouty expression made him look dangerously cute.

"My poor baby." Jungkook let out a laugh that made me smile.

"Don't mock me, woman. This is serious." True to the big baby he was, Jungkook hides his face in my neck.

I kiss him once more before making a deal.

"If you help me come up with gift ideas for the parents, I'll save you from your blue balls. How does it sound?"

And so the two of us ended up on his bed at two in the morning, cuddling, trying to come up with gift ideas for the parents for their wedding. In the end, we came up with one hell of an idea.

Jungkook and I decided to offer the parents a two-week stay on the island of the Dominican Republic in a luxurious hotel with a spa and all the comforts. We also booked them a tour guide so they could discover all the island's wonders and get their adventurous spirit flowing.

Of course, we had our own interests at heart. With the parents out of the way for two weeks, Jungkook and I would have two weeks to do whatever we wanted.

What better way to get rid of your parents than to send them halfway around the world?

A Few Weeks Later | Parents' Wedding Day | 10:30 AM

The stress was mounting as the time for the ceremony approached. I wasn't the one getting married, but it felt like I was. I found myself in a private room with only the bride - my mother, her maid of honor, and a few of her friends who would be her bridesmaids.

Expensive champagne flowed, and professional masseurs, makeup artists, and hairdressers were on hand. Everything was perfect for a perfect day.

With my mother's friends, who had known me since I was a baby, some of them since I still was in my mother's womb, we organized a bachelorette party for her. We kicked Jeonseok and Jungkook out of the house to have a girls' night out before the big day.

Nothing very crazy happened. It was more symbolic than anything else. At least, that's what I thought until the doorbell rang around midnight. At first, I thought it was a neighbor complaining about the noise - when my mother is with her friends and alcohol is involved, they become wild party animals.

When I opened the door, I was confronted by two policemen and two firemen.

"Good evening, Miss. We were informed that the smell of smoke was coming from your apartment." I was stunned. That's impossible. We have an electric stove at home.

"If you don't mind, we'd like to check it out." And without giving me time to say anything, the four men invited themselves into the house.

They were all at least three or four heads taller than me, and their width was worthy of a refrigerator.

I soon realized that they were not real cops and firemen but dancers hired by my mother's best friend, aka my godmother. They made us all dance throughout the evening, although they focused on my mom because she was getting married. But at some point in the evening, they went after me.

I ended up with four men, each as muscular as the other, dancing around me, if not on top of me. One of the firemen ended up rubbing against me on my lap. Then one of the cops grabbed my hand before running his hands down his muscular torso. More than once, I found myself dangerously close to his intimacy. I even seem to have accidentally touched him once - without meaning to. I couldn't tell with the amount of alcohol coursing through my veins.

Waking up this morning was complicated, and I cursed myself for not being more reasonable. I was even angrier at my godmother for having the idea to call them and post a few shots on Instagram.

As usual, the first thing I do when I wake up I logs on to Instagram. Only this time, I was pleasantly surprised to see that my godmother had posted photos from the evening. The first photo is neutral, showing a quiet evening between girls. We see my mom opening the gifts her friends had made for her. The second shows us eating junk food like pizza, hamburgers, and chips. In the third, alcohol, balloons, and confetti had made their appearance. But the atmosphere had taken a dangerous turn in the fourth and last photo.

The brightness was not the same as in the previous pictures. It was darker. A dim glow had taken over the main room of the house. I could clearly see myself sitting on the chair in the middle of the room while the four handsome men - it must be said, they were beautiful men - surrounded me while my mother and her friends stood around us, encouraging them.

"Fuck me," I whine.

The four men were indeed sexy and charming, but they were no match for Jungkook. Jungkook had everything going for him and nothing to envy about them. Jungkook was funny, charming, terribly sexy, and so on. And the best part was that he was mine.

Not that we were dating - I think that's kind of fucked up for that - but given the secret relationship we had, I could afford to pretend he was mine.

"Girls, the limo is waiting for us downstairs." My grandmother, who arrived from Daegu this morning, yelled from the living room.

"Coming, grandma." I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, checking if everything was good before leaving my room.

I was wearing a draped dress of cream-colored satin with thin straps, comparable to spaghetti. The neckline was plunging, not vulgar, but revealing the mountains of my breasts. The two sides of the dress showed my leg at the middle of my right thigh.

The advantage of working as a waitress in a hotel during the summer is that you spend most of your time in the sun. So the caramel color of my skin brought out the cream color of the dress.

On my feet, I wore minimalist ivory-colored heeled sandals - a shade of off-white with a minimalist touch of yellow.

The makeup artist and hairstylist did such a great job on me that when I looked in the mirror for the first time after they finished, I had a hard time recognizing myself. I don't usually wear makeup. I prefer to stay natural. Only creams, routine, and water were my allies to have halfway decent skin. While my makeup was light, more in natural tones, my hair was loose and wavy.

Contemplation over, I grabbed my powder pink clutch - a delicate light pink tending toward brown - off the bed and left the room to join the others.

According to my godmother, a color-matching freak, powder pink is a pink-beige color that evokes elegance and femininity.

Comfortably seated inside the limo, I looked at my cell phone. Nothing. It's been over twelve hours since I last heard from Jungkook. I hope he's okay and not in the same state of stress as me.

My worries were allayed when the limo pulled up in front of the beautiful church where the ceremony was to take place. He was at the bottom of the steps waiting for me to leave the car. Resplendent as always. Cream pants and a suit jacket, like my dress, while his shirt was white. His hair slicked up and back. He was just gorgeous.

When I exited the car, Jungkook's eyes widened before a sweet smile appeared on his lips.

"Wow. You look gorgeous, babe." He whispered. His compliment was unexpected, but it made me feel so good.

"Thanks. You don't look bad yourself." He tucks my arm under him, and we walk up the steps to the church, where all the guests await the bride.

We stand in front of the big wooden doors of the church and stare into each other's eyes for what seems like an eternity. At that moment, all background noise seemed muffled, even nonexistent. In the heat of the moment, Jungkook's deliciously warm and soft palm touches my cheek as his face approaches mine. Even though we were in public and my mom was still in the limo waiting for the green light to come out and say yes to the man of her life, I didn't care if we were seen.

"God knows how much I want to kiss you." His voice was low, making me the only one to hear his revelation. His thumb caressed my lower lip, and without even thinking, I took his skin between my teeth and pressed lightly, eliciting a low growl from Jungkook.

"You'll get me later. Promise." Then I gave him a kiss on the inside of his palm.

Frustrated because I couldn't kiss him even though I wanted to, just like Jungkook, I take him in my arms and kiss his neck as discreetly as possible, a kiss he returns by imitating what I did to him.

Due to the lack of children around us, my mother assigned Jungkook and me to be the children - young adults - of honor.

I would be the flower girl, while Jungkook would be the ring bearer.

Everyone was at their posts in front of us. We lined up in order from those who would enter first to the one who would enter last - my mother - who was hidden in the limousine so that Jungkook could not see her, well-hidden thanks to the tinted windows.

The guests were already seated and waiting for the ceremony to begin.

The hour of the wedding had struck, and the big wooden doors of the church opened. It was time for my grandmother to enter the stage. She walked alone to her assigned seat. Then it was Jeonseok's father's turn, a man as charming as his son and grandson, with whom I could speak briefly before the ceremony began. He had walked over to Jungkook and me to greet us before we were asked to stand in line.

My mother's grandparents followed the procession, just a little behind by Jeonseok's grandparents. Fortunately for both families, the elders were still alive to celebrate this moment.

Then it was Jeonseok's turn to walk down the aisle on his mother's arm, followed a few moments later by the officiant, who walked to the altar alone.

When the groom was out of sight, my mother was finally invited to get out of the car and join us.

Then it was the bridesmaids and groomsmen's turn before the witnesses.

"Ready?" Honestly, not really, but thankfully I wasn't alone in this situation. Knowing that it was Jungkook and no one else was enough to comfort me and give me more courage.

"With you by my side, yes." He winks at me.

"It's going to be okay, kids." My mom's voice can be heard behind us. I quickly turn around and pull away from Jungkook to hug my mom.

"My big baby." My mom says softly in my ear.

"You look beautiful, Mom."

My mother was wearing an elegant off-the-shoulder dress made of ivory satin. This dress had two parts. The first was the central part, the white ivory dress. Towards her chest, the draped design of the dress was different from mine, there was this reminder of the draped effect, but only the top of my mother's chest could be seen quickly. Just above the waist, the dress was fitted, showing the beautiful curves of her hips.

The second part wrapped around the back and sides of her hips to the floor, making a train for her.

Like me, her hair was loose and wavy. The only difference was that my waves were tighter than hers, so I had several waves, while my mother had three or four, but large and spaced out.

"Thank you, my darling. You look beautiful too." Tears well up in her eyes, and I reluctantly let her go. It would be a shame to ruin her makeup while she is seconds away from entering the church.

I cling to Jungkook's arms again as the wedding planner beckons us into the church.

"Don't let me down." I cling to him even tighter, careful not to drop the flower petals in the small basket that the wedding planner had entrusted me while she tasked the small cushion with the wedding rings to Jungkook.

"Never."

And so we find ourselves walking down the church aisle, arms linked as I use my left hand to dot the white carpet leading up to the altar.

The wedding planner had done a great job. The decorations were simple, sweet, and romantic at the same time.

We were greeted by a two-tone floral arch - pastel pink and white as we entered the church. On the floor, on both sides of the carpet in the aisle, there were rows of flowers, pastel pink and white, and candles. The smell of the flowers, combined with the scent of the rose-scented candles, made the atmosphere soothing and comforting.

Roses hung at the end of each row of benches; every other row had different colors. One row had pink roses, the one before that had white roses, then the other row had white roses, and so on.

It was good because the church and altar walls were white, and the floor was gray concrete.

I remembered to spread out the two-colored petals with each step I took. Instead of the traditional red, my mother had chosen to spread the rose petals in the same color as the pastel pink and white decorations.

When Jungkook and I arrived at the end of the aisle in front of the altar, and Jeonseok, Jungkook had winked at his father while I gave him a thumbs up with a smile, which he returned without hesitation. Poor guy, he was so stressed. It made me sad to see him like that. But hey, as they say, it's a blessing in disguise.

As I sat in the front row next to my grandmother, Jungkook gave the rings to one of his father's best men before joining me and taking the empty seat between his grandmother and me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Jungkook wanted to put his hand on my thigh, but he changed his mind before doing anything and instead put his hands between his legs.

Whether in my room, in his room, in the car, on a date at the beach, or in a restaurant, Jungkook has recently developed the habit of putting his hand on my thigh and only taking it off when he has no other choice.

When his hand was not on my thigh, it was often warmly placed in the small of my back or clasped to mine.

When my mother appeared at the entrance, all the guests stood up to form a guard of honor. As they walked forward, I could see my grandfather's lips moving, but I couldn't hear what he was saying to my mother, but knowing him, it could only be sweet and encouraging words.

Ever since childhood, my grandmother reminded me how much my father considered my mother the apple of his eye. She had a soft glow of pride when she said this to me. You could tell that my grandparents had a beautiful pride in my mother, a satisfaction that I idolized and hoped that one day my mother would be able to say to my children - if I ever had any - about me in this way.

Distracted by the scene unfolding, I didn't immediately notice that Jungkook had intertwined our fingers.

"Are you okay, princess?" The only answer he got from me was a gentle squeeze in his hand, which was intertwined with mine, causing a smile on his beautiful face.

When my mother and grandfather arrived in front of my mother's future husband, this time, I could hear what my grandfather was saying to Jeonseok.

"Take good care of my daughter and granddaughter." It touched me that my grandfather did not forget me at such a time.

"Count on me, sir."

The ceremony was beautiful and quickly gave way to a reception in a castle. My mother had dreamed of a fairy-tale wedding since she was a little girl. And today, her wish finally came true.

I sat at the bride and groom's family table. Jungkook sat next to me, chatting with some of his family members - his cousins - while I was more preoccupied with looking at my mother. She was glowing.

Torn from my thoughts by the sound of a notification on my phone, I grabbed it and saw that it was Evie.

Evie: So how was the wedding?

YN: Picture

YN: The ceremony was beautiful. Now it's party time. 🥂

It didn't take her long to answer.

Evie: Wow, you look fabulous 😳

YN: Thank you, love, 😘

One thing led to another, we chatted, and when our conversation ended, I decided to go quickly on Instagram. I know it's not very polite of me to be on my phone while sitting at a table full of people I should be chatting with, especially since most of them I hadn't seen in a long time - I'm talking about my cousins.

The first thing I see is my godmother's post about last night's party, and the picture that pops up is me sitting in the living room with the dancers around me. Of course, it was the last picture that I saw this morning.

A slight movement next to me made me turn my head slightly. Jungkook had his eyes glued to my phone screen.

Shit, he saw it.

I don't know why, but I panicked for the first time since our forbidden love escapades began. It was the first time I had seen such a glint in his eyes. Without thinking, I deleted Instagram before I locked my phone.

Note to self: ask my godmother to remove that last photo.

Not only did I think about Jungkook, but I also thought about my future. How would I look if I was pulled out of a job interview with this photo?

I didn't even dare to look in Jungkook's direction, but I could feel his eyes on me.

Gently leaning towards me, he said quietly, "We'll talk about it when we get home."

I am officially screwed.

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