You’re feeling particularly spicy on a Thursday night after a rough day at work. Corporate slavery, deadlines and imperfections in your work. The truth is, you know your mind is preoccupied. Jungkook has somehow managed to grab ahold of every single one of your thoughts and whisper sweet, filthy nothings into each one of them. Every encounter you have is better than the last. Every day you feel more compatible. Just the sound of his firm voice soothes an itch deep in your brain that you’ve been waiting years for someone to scratch just right. 

When you get home, you strip down to your underwear and a tank top and let your mind drift off as you collapse into bed. A tingle sparks up between your legs as your brain fixates on one specific thing Jungkook had said to you when you were lying in bed after your first in-person encounter. It burrows in your psyche and you can’t let it go.