The impact of her lips pressing onto his caused Jungkook’s head to bob back. 

His eyes went wide for a moment, muscles freezing in place and his brain suddenly spiking with red, hot blaring alert signs.

What the ? 

Yennie was kissing him. 

His mind burst aflame.

Yennie. Was. Kissing. Him.

Yennie’s mouth moved against his. Softly, at first.

He couldn’t help it. He found himself kissing back.

He could hear, like a distant muffle, the round of cahoots erupting from the group while her lips moved against his in such a safe, clumsy manner that he couldn’t help but wind his arms around her middle, pulling her closer before his lips took the lead. He felt Yennie’s unexpected gasp at his sudden dominance, mouth unconsciously opening up like a flower underneath his as his mouth gently onto her bottom lip, hands pinning her against his frame so that there was no attempt of escape. He felt her surprise, tasted it as he ravished her in a way that made her hands tighten their grip into the small hairs at the base of his neck, her body slowly melting into him as though they had gone into their own separate little world tucked away from reality.

He felt her pull back ever so slightly, but didn’t relent. Instead, he tightened his hold even more, pulled her closer and tilted his head for better access, causing her to gasp, a soft moan pulling out of when he nipped at teasingly. One of his hands trailed underneath her shirt, skimming past her bare flesh and making the girl unconsciously rock her heat against him.

He could feel her, could feel the warmth of her being, could taste the sin on her lips--

“Oh my ing god, get a room.” 

Yoongi’s comment was as sharp as a swiss knife cutting through the air.

Their lips disconnected so abruptly that there was a loud ‘pop’. 

Yennie scrambled back like lightning had struck, standing up and straightening out her clothes, cheeks flushed and mouth still plump and bruised from their little impromptu makeout session.

It was hard not to stare at her lips, a forbidden fruit dripping with temptation.

Heat was still at his insides as Jungkook swallowed back a small whine of desperation threatening to choke him.

The room exploded into another array of laughter and loud, excited noises of exclamation. 

“Well, I’ll say. Wouldn’t mind kissing you, Yennie. Jungkook looks like he’s been ravished by a female god,” Hoseok chuckled. 

“That,” Yoongi shot them a pointed look, “was hot.” 

“I think I have a ,” Jimin mumbled.

“Damn Yennie, you really went for it,” Namjoon looked just as astounded as she was. Risako merely said a word, though Jungkook noticed how had parted in surprise at the sudden audacity coming from the said girl in question. 

“Did you like it?” Taehyung wriggled his brows and Yennie shot him down with a glare, “you’re a ing bastard, you know that?”

“Or I’m just a ing genius.” 

While Yennie only brushed off his comment, Jungkook was still sitting, not quite over what just happened. 

He should’ve just laughed it off and brushed the topic aside like everyone else once they moved on to play another round of Speed. He’d be lying though, if he said that he wasn’t at all affected by what had just happened. It wasn’t just the fact that Yennie had made out with him -- holy , Yennie had just made out with him. Yennie!-- but he’d enjoyed it. He’d enjoyed it a little too much and that was more than concerning.

Why? He thought to himself, racking his mind for an answer to the sudden influx of feelings that cascaded through him. Why was he acting like a little schoolgirl that just got her first kiss from the crush of her dreams? 

He felt embarrassed, morbidly humiliated by how he was by Yennie’s actions. His mind couldn’t stop replaying the scene over and over again, the way she’d climbed onto his lap and grabbed him over to her like she knew what she wanted. Jungkook loved women who were confident, who went after what they most desired. This, this was exactly what would’ve made his night if that were just a random booty-call.

Yes, Yennie was attractive. He’d give her that. Even Yoongi and Jimin had admitted the fact.

But that didn’t mean anything. She was lesbian and she loved girls just as much as he did.

The thought wouldn’t stop haunting him that entire night, even as he laid on his bed, hands crossed underneath his head and staring up at the ceiling as though it would give him the answers he so badly sought out. It didn't help, not really. Not when his thoughts kept on swirling with Yennie's face and not when his mouth could still feel the heat of her lips against his, tingling with the aftermath of her warmth and making him groan in frustration. 

He decided that he should probably take matters into his own hands and, in order to erase that particular memory of hers, asked out Celine on a date the following evening. She accepted with a foxy response and though it would've initially delighted him to be on such good terms with a woman that dripped with sensual temptation and was a walking goddess on campus, there was no desire that bubbled through him that particular night.

Keeping it simple with a movie date, he met the girl at the entrance and was more than glad to see that she had dressed up; with an off-the-shoulder black top with laced decoration, a dark denim skirt that fit like second skin over her curves, and high heeled stilettos that would've made any man drool at the prospect of her long, creamy legs that seemed to go on forever. 

Once upon a time, Jungkook's mouth would've probably drooled at such a sight. He still couldn't believe that Celine was agreeing to go with him, of all the young men available and free to date her, and so willed himself to at least be a little more excited about this date. 

"On a scale of one to ten, how much do you like scary movies?" he asked as they settled into their assigned seats. 

Celine raised a perfectly shaped brow -- probably a result of her expensive brow liner -- and pursed her red-tinted lips, "I'd say I'm a solid eight." 

"No kidding?" 

"Completely serious," her eyes glimmered with amusement, "and you?"

"I'd love to say that I'm a eight too, but I'm a four." 

"What? Why didn't you say so?! We could've gone to watch another movie--"

He waved off her protests, "please, I'll be fine." 

He was not fine.

As a matter of fact, Jungkook was practically shaking like a newborn fawn the moment they spilled out of the cinema room, excited chatters filling the streets while Celine held on to his arm, her other hand placed on to stop any giggles that were threatening to burst out of her lips at any given moment. 

"Stop," Jungkook moaned when he heard her giggle once more, causing the said young woman to lean over and teasingly murmur, "I thought you said you were fine." 

"I'm am fine," he said a little too loudly and giving his countenance away, "any decent human would be shaken up by this--"

"Jungkook?" 

The young man turned upon hearing his name, only to come face to face with a pair of familiar brown eyes, the same eyes that he'd been avoiding ever since that fateful night.

He almost choked on his own spit, "Y--Yennie? What are you--What are you doing here?"

His gaze then slid over to the girl standing by her side.

"Jungkook! Hi! We were just talking about you actually," Risako grinned and flitted right over to him, "oh hey, Celine. What are you guys up to?"

"We just finished watching the second Insidious," Celine said while sending a mischievous smile in the raven-haired man's direction.

"Insidious?" Yennie couldn't help but splutter wit