Chapter 6

"Do you do this often," I asked as he opened the door to his hotel room after what had been a strange game of cat and mouse with entering the hotel separately and taking different lifts so as not to be seen together. He kicked his shoes off at the door and I followed suit, slipping mine off and tucking them against the wall inside the hotel room door. I'd sobered up a little on the drive back to his hotel and now I was feeling a little awkward. Random hook ups really weren't my thing but tonight, well, we'd see because this didn't feel random.

"Do what," he asked, reaching for my hand and guiding me into the suite.

"Bring people back to your room."

"The other four members went back to the hotel to go to bed. Alone you understand? It's never been a competition to see who can bring the most women back to our room."

"You didn't answer the question though Jungkook," I said, leaning back against the drinks area in the hotel lounge. "Do YOU do this often?"

"No, I don't. Honestly," he continued when I looked surprised. Because I knew he could if he wanted to, people would be lining up.

"Well then, I'm honoured," I answered with a small courtesy and he laughed, instantly drawing a grin on my lips. There was something really cute about him that was endearing and pulled you in.

"Drink?"

"What have you got," I asked as I walked over and sat on the couch in the living area. A few doors lead off and I wondered if they were bedrooms, definitely curious to see inside.

He crouched over to open the small fridge that was in the room. "Ah, some wine, soda, water. I can order in anything you want though?"

He didn't mean it as a flex but I was sure he could, staff no doubt available 24/7 if the hotel didn't have what he needed.

"If you're opening the wine, I'll have one too."

"Sure," he answered, grabbing out wine glasses, fluid in the way he moved around the room. There was a comfortable silence as he poured the drinks, bringing them over to us, handing one to me and sinking down next to me, stretching out his legs. He smelled his drink as he went to put it to his mouth and I watched, taking in everything about the way his nose wrinkled in a cute way to the look in his eyes when he saw me watching.

"I don't know if you noticed but I have a thing about scents," he said, slinging his arm around the back of the sofa. I liked that we were sitting and relaxing, not just jumping straight into bed, if that was where we were heading. And I really, really hoped it was.

"I'd noticed," I replied, taking a sip before putting it down and turning so I was angled a little more towards him. "It's the first thing you said about me."

"Ah yes, that," he said with a small, slightly embarrassed look. "Well, I was right, you do smell amazing." His eyes held mine, even though his cheeks were a little pink and mine faltered a little, surprising myself as I was usually a fairly direct person. I blinked as I tried to hold his gaze and ended up reaching for my glass again to fortify myself. If he was going to keep looking at me like that tonight, I needed to relax a little more and the drinks from earlier at the bar were wearing off.

"You're a flirt," I finally replied, holding my glass to have something to do with my hands.

"Not really," he chuckled. "I'm the one of the group that's the shyest when it comes to women. That's why they teased me so much around you. They could tell I...," and he stopped talking.

"They could tell you...," I prompted, definitely wanting him to finish his sentence.

"Hmmm, they could tell I kind of liked you." He was quiet as he answered, fingers moving against the glass he held, in a rhythm that played out whatever was going on in his head.

"Kind of," I quipped back, raising an eyebrow.

"Ah, you want me to come out and say it?" I nodded and he sighed before putting down his glass and reaching for mine, taking it off me too and putting it next to his. His hands smoothly slid into mine, linking our fingers as he looked down at them. "I"m not good at this. But I thought you were funny and pretty and smelt great. So yeah, I kind of more than liked you then. And now, well, I'm very glad you're here."

"I think you need to give yourself more credit, you're very good at this," I replied, flexing my fingers before they tightened a little more together and he smiled, gently tugging them so I came closer to him. With just inches between our faces, his eyes darted to my lips and my tongue came out automatically to moisten it, the motion followed closely by Jungkook's eyes. I needed to slow things down, wanting this to last a little longer before things got heated because once it started, things would steamroll quickly and I wanted to stretch this out.

Reaching for a cushion, I tossed it into the floor.

"Sit down Jungkook," I said and he raised an eyebrow.

"Oooookkkkkk," he dragged out as a question but surprisingly dropped to the ground, sitting on the pillow. I kind of liked that he did what he was told, there was a small level of trust there. Perching on the edge of the couch, I put one leg either side of him and leaned forward a little.

"Can I touch you," I asked, mouth close to his ear and heard his quick intake of breath.

"Yes please," he replied very quickly and I dropped my hands lightly to his shoulders, stroking along until they came to comfortably rest. Putting my thumbs into the muscles that sat at the base of his neck I pressed in and rotated them, earning a groan that was sinful.

"Your hands are fantastic!"

"Why thank you," I said demurely, continued to massage into the knots that probably came from the tension of the last few days.

"But your hands are so small, how are they so good?"

"I'm quite strong actually," I answered, feeling the fabric and skin moving beneath my touch.

"So am I," he said in return, dropping his head onto his chest as he relaxed a little more.

"Oh, I can tell." The muscles were thick under my hand and I took every opportunity to feel every part that I could stroke. 24 hours ago, it never crossed my mind that I'd be here and I was just going to enjoy every moment.

"I work out when I can." As he spoke, he moved his head side to side a little, enjoying the touch.

"Isn't dancing enough?"

"No. I mean, I guess sometimes. But often I have extra... energy."

"Energy? Is that what you call it?"

"What would you call it," he asked, turning his head a little so he was looking at me, faces so close.

"Hmmmmm, I'm not sure I should label it for you," I answered and he smirked a little before turning his head back, closing his eyes again.

"This feels great," and I let my hands continue to press into him until he finally caught one of them in his. Standing up, he turned around to face me, looking down to where I was sitting. "Your turn."

"I'm good actually," I said as he tugged me to my feet.

"Are you, you don't need my hands on you anywhere?"

OK, so we were going there now and I wasn't delaying it any longer. "I didn't say that," I answered, moving his hand to sit on the curve of my back. His fingers moved a little and his eyes went to my mouth then my eyes and back to my mouth that was now curved up in a smile held in place by the teeth that were biting my lower lip.

"Aish," he said. "You are really making me want to kiss you right now," breathing escalating from the both of us.

"Do it then," I said, leaning so you could only pass a piece of paper between our lips and nothing else and he exhaled, a warm, subtle wash of alcohol flooding my face before he closed the distance, caressing his lips lightly over mine. It might have been the softest first kiss I'd ever experienced but it ignited my body faster than any intense kiss could've.

He pulled back enough to see my face, small smile on both of our faces and I knew my eyes held everything he needed to read when he attached his hands to either side of my neck, pulling me so we were body to body, pressed so I could feel his heartbeat against my chest before our lips found each others again, this time not so sweet. He could definitely hold his own in a kiss, tongue finding all the parts of my lips and mouth that turned me to mush, glowing internally as he set me alight from the inside out.

"Jungkook," I breathed when we pulled apart enough to rest our foreheads together, his eyelashes tickling my nose. "You definitely have lots of skills."

"You do too, although, I'm not surprised. When you were walking ahead of us, your body moving the way it did, well it did things to me that I liked a lot."

I blushed, pulling away a little so I could look into his eyes. "Do you move in bed like you dance on stage," bravely asking a question that had been on my mind since yesterday when I'd watched him dancing during the practice. His eyes instantly dilated at my words, biting his own lip a little as he framed a reply, causing my insides to swirl as his voice deepened.

"Maybe I can show you the answer to that."

I swallowed, the intensity of the moment doing all sorts of things to me as our eyes didn't move from each other. "Maybe, you can."

"Maybe I will," he replied, reaching for his drink quickly, taking a sip before he turned back to me, "I'm curious though if you can dance."

"Oh, no, no, no, I can't," I stammered out as he wrapped me up to hold me close to himself. "Well, not like you can dance when performing if that's what you were meaning."

"Maybe that's what I was meaning," he said, heavily weighted words. "Or maybe I meant a different kind of dance."

"We're doing a lot of dancing with our words," I said, linking my arms around his neck.

"And I'm enjoying it," he replied, leaning in to kiss me again as I stepped in so we were flush against each other. As his arms held my waist and mine his neck, we anchored ourselves to each other, letting our bodies move as they wanted, mouths in sync as I tried to press myself even closer, the sensations of intimacy beginning to take over. Automatically he began to walk us backwards and I kept up as we moved, pausing only so he could open the door, heading through the doorway into the bedroom, mouths and hands not leaving each other. Briefly registering, the hotel room, bedside lamp turned on, casting a mellow glow, I was more focused on the bed that appeared over his shoulder, anticipation building before he paused and pulled away.

"Damn it, I forgot. I need to get you to sign something."

A/N - I know this chapter is shorter than the last but we're heading to the end now and I need just a little longer to finish writing this short story. I think you'll enjoy it though :P