You and Jungkook were at his parents' house for a family gathering and dinner. You sat at the dining table with his parents seated across from you both.

You were wearing a beautiful black dress that hit at thigh length, looking as stunning as always.

Jungkook's parents were talking to each other while Jungkook grew increasingly bored and needy. Since morning, he hadn't been able to get close to you or touch you properly, and being at his parents' home was testing his patience. He couldn't wait to get back to your house where he could have you all to himself. He looked over at you, seemingly calm and eating your food, while he suffered from intense desire and need.

He started tapping his long, slender fingers impatiently and restlessly on the dining table, trying to focus on eating. But suddenly looking at his own fingers sparked an idea, and he smirked mischievously before turning to you.

He leaned close to speak into your ear, making it appear to his parents that he was just sharing something casual, but that couldn't have been further from the truth.

"You know, babe, my fingers are getting desperate to work on something, but it's not for the games," he said with a slight smirk, clearly having something specific in mind. He slowly placed his hand on your thigh underneath the dining table, where his parents couldn't see.

Your breath hitches and before you can react, his hand slides further under the table—warm, slow, deliberate. Fingers brushing along the inside of your thigh. His parents are mid-laugh, completely unaware of what's happening under the table. Your fork freezes midway to your mouth. He stops speaking, but his hand continues moving.

Fingers slip higher... And higher... Until they find the heat between your thighs.

You shift slightly in your seat, but Jungkook gently squeezes—a silent warning.

"Don't. Move."