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Today is the day Jungkook's finally coming over, you pick him up from the airport barely able to contain your excitement.
The moment Jungkook steps into your house, everything else ceases to exist. Itâs been too longâmonths of aching loneliness, of whispered I miss youâs over the phone, of touching yourselves in separate beds miles apart, never enough. But now, finally, heâs here.
He wastes no time, surging forward, crashing his lips against yours. The kiss is desperate, a clash of teeth and tongue as he grips your waist, pressing you firmly against the wall. His hands are rough with need, sliding under your shirt, dragging over your skin, like he canât touch you enough.
Jungkook is on you, pressing you against the wall, hands gripping your waist like heâs afraid youâll disappear. His lips crash into yours, desperate and deep, tongues tangling as he drinks you in. You moan into his mouth, fingers threading through his hair, tuggingâjust the way you know he likes.
"Fuck," he mutters between kisses, his breath hot against your lips. "I canât believe youâre real."

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