"Let's run away."

It took me a few seconds to comprehend the three words that entered my ears. Jungkook, however, had a determined look in his eyes that planned the next course of action.

"How are we going to do that? We don't have the resources...."

"I have a property in 부산시(Busan), so we can hide there for a while until everything blows off."

"But what about school? What about my brother?" I begun to worry.

"I'll handle those matters, but it's inevitable that you'll have be separated from Yoongi hyung for a while..." There was a tinge of guilt in Jungkook's expression. I knew he was unwilling to let me hide alone because the Jeon family might threaten me, so it was pretty much decided at this point that this was the only other solution we had.

"Go the entrance, i'll call down a car service for you. From there, go back home and take everything you need. I'll be waiting for you with my car."

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It took me another moment's notice that this was indeed happening. I'm running away with my boyfriend like in a soap opera— everything was planned, with an evil stepmother ( which in this case, was Jungkook's snobby parents ) and poor me in my comfy-ass sweatpants trying to fit all my items in a tattered luggage. What the hell am I getting myself into?

But this wasn't just any fairytale; because I'm trying my best at the moment to separate my period panties from my normal ones and pack them accordingly before Jungkook arrives at my doorstep. Oh God.

After writing a hasty note to Yoongi about what's going to happen, I took my luggage and set off in Jungkook's car for an incredibly impromptu road trip to Busan.

"Ready to go?" Jungkook, whom changed into his casual attire, leans on the steering wheel and gazes at me with retained excitement. I felt the adrenaline rush as soon as I nodded my head, agreeing to head to a place together with him, alone in an area so secluded that nobody knows about us or of us.

Whilst Jungkook continued to drive the endless road on the highway, I begin to find my eyelids getting heavy. Accompanied with the heavy downpour that cascaded down upon us, and the weariness of tonight's events, I soon fell into deep slumber.

I was only awaken when Jungkook slides his hand on my thigh, drawing circles comfortingly on my skin. He steals a glance at me, and smiles. "Let's stay in a motel for tonight, and continue the rest of the trip tomorrow." He suggests with a slur in his voice.

With me being exhausted beyond means, I agreed to his proposal.

It wasn't long before we were able to find shabby looking one along the road called Hotel Homely— its neon lights flickered, displaying the low quality of the building's maintenance. Some alphabets were out of light, so it reads "HOTEL HOE" instead. Great.

"Hello," a burly man with a scruffy beard greets us unenthusiastically. "How the fuck may I help you."

"Uh. We'll book two rooms."

"Sorry buddy," the so called 'receptionist' takes his cigarette and flicks it to the bin near him. "We only got one vacant room left."

Hold on. One room?

"Alright, we're booking that." Jungkook doesn't hesitate to whip out his black card, much to the astonishment of the man. He then swipes the card and returns it him with a slightly judgemental expression plastered on his face.

"Jungkook, there's only one bed." I reminded him as the both of us made our way to the motel room, which was surprisingly rustic and lovely despite the shabbiness of its exterior.

"I'm your boyfriend." He reminded me back. "And it's not like it's the first time we've slept together."

"I know..." I felt an indescribable tension in the air. I knew it was normal for us to be intimate, but alone together, on a bed in a motel? There was something that screamed danger— anything; and everything, might happen all on the same night. 

My worries were soon to grow when Jungkook begins to strip off his shirt and proceeded to throw it onto the bed. "I'm taking a shower." He informs me, ruffling his hair into a tousled mess. I took a deep breath and nodded.

Jungkook didn't take too long with his shower. After getting out, he throws on a bathrobe and sits on the edge of the bed, looking straight at me. I gulped as he gazes at me with a sensual-like expression, his eyes deep with perpetual lust that he seems to be holding back. It was evident at this point that the air was thick with sexual tension— the way the bathrobe loosely hung onto his naked torso underneath, and his messy wet hair; it drove me mad.

Jungkook seems to be holding back as well; he studies me from top to bottom, not letting a single inch of me out of his sight.

"I-im going to go shower too." I turned around quickly to hide my blush.

By the time I got out, Jungkook was leaning on the wall, right opposite the bathroom, reading something from his phone. As he raises his head to look at me, I witnessed a certain appetite in his expression, a desire for sexual contact. I walked slowly towards him, and he immediately pulls me into his chest, landing his lips on mine.

I accepted it. The both of us begun morphing our lips together passionately, hungry for contact. The kiss felt so divine, every time he brushes the tip of his lips against mine ever so gently; it sent me cold tingles on my skin— it felt so sweet, yet so intense. Jungkook pulls my hips closer towards his with certain forcefulness, as if he's feasting on me; eating me up with insatiable hunger.

"Soojung....can I touch you?" His chest rises and falls as he heaves a heavy breath from our make out session. His lips, now red and glossy, was biting itself with temptation. I nodded— so he hoists me up in his arms, carrying me gently to the bed.

"Soojung...." he calls me, voice dripping with sexual desire. Jungkook pins me down onto the bedsheets with his biceps, his bathrobe slipping down where his bulky chest and abdomen could be seen in my point of view. His neck was covered with a thin layer of sweat from our previous makeout session. God, pray for me.

"This time," he whispers into my neck.

"I'm not holding anything back."