You turned your head slightly, narrowing your eyes at your seemingly innocent boyfriend as he chatted away to Yoongi about upcoming events.
The hand on your thigh moved high up, squeezing lightly. Jungkook carried on talking, acting like he didn’t know what he was doing to you under the table but the slight upturn of his lips told you he knew full well.
Seriously? You were in fucking public. You were out for dinner and his fucking hand was creeping up your leg, the palm resting too high for comfort.
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