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apriyv · 2 years
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jungkook [ drabble ]
DESPERATE
"you're killing me, y/n." his voice sounded low and raspy, strained from the moans he whined out just a few minutes earlier. the desperation in his voice had your pussy pulsating all over again. jungkook's lips shifted from your neck to the upper slope of your breast, leaving more bruises, making you gasp. the breath you let out made him smirk, he looked up at you. jungkook loved the way your body responded when he touched you. "can i fuck you again?" he whispered. "please?"
you playfully rolled your eyes at the needy boy on top of you, it seemed like the first two rounds just wasn't enough for him. "we just used the last couple of condoms we had left, kook."
he nipped at the marks he left on your chest. "i don't care. i need my dick in you again, baby.”
he was fully hard again. he grabbed his dick and rubbed it on your clit, teasing it and your hole with the tip of his dick, sliding between your wet folds. "mmh..." shivers ran down your spine. "fuck it, don't nut in me."
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jiminiepabo · 11 months
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Taehyung As Your Boyfriend
This is a part of my BTS As Your Boyfriend Series. Thank you for all the support on the other members!!
Contains: FemReaderXTae, softie taehyung, mentions of sex, nothing too intense, just Tae being the sweetest, fluffiest bf 🙈
°+~♡~+°
When you meet-
He's such a sweetheart, all smiley and shy around you
Listen up hoes, you're dealing with a man that has a heart 10x bigger than most people you'll meet
This man opens every door, carries every bag, coat and accessory causing you discomfort, and insists on paying
And not in a creepy way as if he's down on his knees for you immediately, but more as a gentlemen just being sweet asf
Lowkey wants to hold your hand but he won't admit that
Seeing how he usually steps back and observes conversations instead of speaking up, I think he'd be very attentive to your body language and mood
Tbh he'd be soooo shy, blushing asf
He doesn't seem like the type to have a lot of relationships or flings or anything
So once he chooses someone, it's over, he WILL want to marry them
So his inexperience can make him sort of uncomfy when meeting new people because he just doesn't know...how to handle the situation
So he tries to impress you by being nice to others, like complimenting people, being nice to the waiter, all that stuff that'll indirectly show you he's sweet asf
He's not judgemental at all.
Will listen to what you say and remember it
I just had this thought where he would 100% call his parents for dating advice. Just very shy questions he has that he thinks his parents will know the answer to.
When you start dating-
Your man is so fuckin respectful 🙏
Not the type to ask you to move in too soon, or have sex immediately, not because he doesn't want to, but because he respects you and doesn't want you to feel rushed or anything
However...
He would, in fact, like to move in with you, have sex, get married, have a baby, and start a whole life with you
But he keeps that a secret, just until you're ready 😉
His favorite things would include: late night calls, road trips, picnic dates, movie nights, etc.
Don't ask me why I think this but he would really enjoy playing board games with you
It's not much of a board game though bc yall get sidetracked and start talking and then forget who's turn it was.
Also. LOVES your lips. Will constantly be kissing them. Period.
Traditionally in Korea, meeting a boyfriend or spouse's parents is sort of a big deal, but he's close with his parents and would love to introduce you early on.
Tell me why he'd be so perfect at comforting you.
Like you just call him up one night with some sort of issue and he straight up comes over and has a deep ass convo with you about it
So if you struggle with mental health, he's your guy
However, I think he takes his career very seriously as he's worked so hard for it and I think there might be some tough situations and fights that may happen due to his career
But if that's cool with you, Tae is a dedicated ass bitch, so come get your man.
°+~♡~+°
My requests are open! I hope you enjoyed this, hoes! 💕
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feelthemadnessinside · 8 months
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Chess Pieces
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Pairing: Yoongi x un-named fem!OC
Genre: Crime AU
Word Count: ~1.7 k
Warnings: mentions of fire and weapons
Summary: He was here- yet again. Here to continue the game of cat-and-mouse he loved to instigate and seemed to be the only one enjoying- but things were about to turn soon.
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In a world teeming with shadows and secrets, the paths of criminality and law enforcement converged within the confines of an interrogation room and Detective __ found herself right in the middle of this convergence: face-to-face with a man who exuded an air of danger and rebellion — Min Yoongi.
Min Yoongi, the crowned king of Seoul’s circles of hell.
Min Yoongi, the demon with a face blessed by the angels.
Min Yoongi, sitting in the interrogation room like he owned it- again.
The room crackled with tension as their eyes locked, each assessing the other: __ was a seasoned officer, her resolve etched upon her features, while Yoongi emanated a calm confidence that hinted at a lifetime of evading the clutches of justice. Like he knew that the law could not touch him.
As the door closed behind them, the space became a battleground of wits and instincts. _ had spent countless hours dissecting the operations of Yoongi's criminal empire, determined to bring him to justice. Yet, deep down, a part of her couldn't deny a flicker of intrigue that ignited whenever their paths crossed.
Detective __ stepped into the dimly lit interrogation room, her gaze fixed on the man sitting across the table. Min Yoongi, a notorious figure in the criminal underworld, met her stare with a smirk.
" __… Always a pleasure to see you," he drawled, his voice dripping with confidence.
She took a seat, her expression stern. "Cut the charm, Yoongi. We both know why you're here."
Yoongi leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Do we? Enlighten me, Detective. What heinous crimes am I being accused of this time?"
__ slid a thick file across the table. "Drug trafficking, money laundering, extortion… Need I go on?"
A glimmer of amusement danced in Yoongi's eyes. "Ah, the usual suspects. You do have quite the imagination, Detective."
"Save it. We have evidence, witness testimonies, and an extensive list of charges against you," she retorted, her voice resolute.
Yoongi's lips curled into a smirk. "Evidence, you say. The why am I not in a lock up?"
Her eye twitched- they needed him to confess if they were to put him away and the bastard knew.
With every question posed, __ sought to unravel the intricate web of Yoongi's illicit activities, to peel away the layers of his carefully crafted facade. But Yoongi deflected with calculated ease, weaving a tapestry of half-truths and elusive answers. Each encounter had become a dance, a perilous game of cat and mouse that kept them locked in an unspoken battle of minds. The interrogation room was slowly becoming a microcosm of their divergent worlds, with  __’s resolve slowly peeling away as Yoongi kept evading her questions and riling her up.
__ leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. "You underestimate me, Yoongi. I've dedicated years to exposing criminals like you."
"Is that so?" Yoongi's tone dripped with scepticism. "Tell me, Detective, what is it that drives you? The pursuit of justice? Or perhaps something more… personal?"
She gritted her teeth, refusing to let his words unsettle her. "This is about the law, about making our city safer."
A flicker of amusement danced across Yoongi's face. "Oh, but there's something more, isn't there? I see it in your eyes. A spark. A desire."
__ felt her resolve waver for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. "Don't mistake my determination for anything else. I'm here to bring you down."
He leaned forward, his gaze piercing. "You and I, Detective, we're not so different. We both operate on the fringes of society, making our own rules."
Her voice hardened. "I uphold the law. You break it."
Yoongi's eyes never left hers. "And yet, you can't deny the thrill that courses through your veins when we meet like this."
She hesitated, her mind a battlefield of conflicting emotions. "I won't let you manipulate me, Yoongi."
A hint of a smile played on his lips. "It's not manipulation, Detective. It's an understanding. A connection that transcends our roles."
__ stood abruptly, her voice laced with determination. "You're wrong."
As she turned to leave, Yoongi's voice stopped her in her tracks. "Remember, Detective, there's a fine line between justice and obsession. And that line can blur faster than you think."
She paused for a moment, her hand on the doorknob. The weight of his words lingered in the air, but she shook them off, reaffirming her resolve.
"Be sure you’re ready to open your mouth next time I come here," she declared, stepping out of the room. Little did she know that within the depths of her conflicted heart, the seed of intrigue had been planted, fanning the flames of a connection that would forever haunt her pursuit of justice.
Suddenly, the alarms in the police station blared, shattering the air with urgency as her juniors rushed towards her.
“Ma’am we need to leave immediately. There’s a fire! Some people broke into the station!”
Arson-
Someone had dared to cross into a police station to wreak havoc and she had an estimate who could dare to do that.
__ rushed back into the room, her eyes wide with alarm. Yoongi raised an eyebrow, his composure unshaken.
"What's happening?" he asked, a trace of amusement lacing his voice.
"Don’t pretend you don’t know, but your cheap tricks won’t work here”, she pulled out her gun and handcuffed him before pulling him up, “we need to evacuate immediately-follow me if you don’t want me to blow your head off" __ hissed, her mind racing with the possibilities.
“Oh, there is a head you can blow alright”, he taunted her, but she had no patience for his antics as she jerked on the handcuffs harsher, making him hiss in pain.
As chaos erupted outside the interrogation room, police officers scrambled to their positions, barking orders and securing the premises. Smoke filled the air, and the distant sound of sirens grew louder with each passing second.
"We have to move, Yoongi," __ urged, her hand reaching out to grab his arm.
To her surprise, Yoongi didn't resist. Instead, he stood up, his eyes fixed on her with a newfound intensity. "Lead the way, Detective."
Together, they navigated through the corridors, the blaring alarms and flickering lights casting an eerie glow upon their path. In the midst of the chaos, __ couldn't shake off the gnawing feeling that this wasn't a mere coincidence, waiting any moment for someone to attack the two of them.
As they reached the exit, a deafening explosion rocked the building, sending shockwaves through their bodies. Dust and debris rained down, obscuring their vision. Through the haze, Yoongi's voice cut through the chaos.
"Take my hand!" he shouted, extending his arm towards her.
__ hesitated for a moment, not quite sure about his motives- why exactly would he save her-  but she grasped his hand anyways, not really enthusiastic about being trapped in flames and rubble.
As the alarms blared, chaos erupted within the police station. Officers scrambled to their positions, desperately trying to regain control of the situation. __ watched in disbelief as armed men, clad in dark attire, stormed the building, causing panic and fear to spread like wildfire.
In the midst of the turmoil, Yoongi's gaze locked onto __, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and determination. Without a word, he lunged towards her, pulling her away from the chaos.
"We have to go," Yoongi said, his voice commanding yet oddly comforting.
__'s mind reeled, struggling to comprehend the sudden turn of events. She had been pursuing Yoongi, determined to bring him down, and now she found herself in his grasp, whisked away from the very force she had sworn to protect.
As they escaped through a labyrinth of corridors, Yoongi's men- yes, they were his men as she had deduced correctly- expertly cleared their path, neutralizing any obstacles in their way. The police station crumbled behind them, engulfed in flames and the sound of shattering glass.
"What is the meaning of this, Yoongi?" __ demanded, her voice filled with a mixture of anger and confusion.
Yoongi's grip on her hand tightened, his eyes reflecting a hint of regret. "I had to protect you, __. There are forces at play here that you couldn't possibly comprehend. Trust me."
“Trust you!? You just set an entire police station on fire!” she screeched as she pointed to the mess behind them, her fellow officers pulling everyone out and ambulances and firefighters struggling to control the situation.
“I know you don’t believe me, but I didn’t do it. My men are just usually near my location at all times, since I was going to leave in a few hours anyways”, he taunted her, not helping her rising blood pressure.
“I don’t give a fuck Min- let me go now.”
“You do know that you are a fugitive right now? They will pin this on you…” he simply said and __ felt her world crashing around her.
They wouldn’t do that, would they?
“If you doubt me, go ahead and return. See what happens”, he supplied, “someone is out to get you because you are handling my case, even though I didn’t authorise it.”
“So, you are saying there is a traitor in our department?”
“Yes, several of them work for me. But there are also many that work for my rivals, so maybe they tried to get rid of both you and me” , he contemplated and __’s head whizzed with all his information.
“But I’m trying to put you away! Why would they come after me?”
“Because they know they are next because you simply care too much about justice sweetie”.
“Do not fucking call me that.”
Yoongi simply smiled-oh these next few days would be fun by her side.
After all he had worked quite hard to have her all to himself- getting himself purposely caught, imprinting himself on her mind-now he couldn’t let some bottom-of-the-barrel bastard fuck that up for him.
Oh yes, he would have to deal with that problem too.
But for now, __ was his priority.
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theiris-storyvault · 1 year
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[6:12PM]
Kim Namjoon, beyond his beautiful face and sexy, sexy brain was known for his organization in work. Daily, he proves to the people at work, the boys and to you that when it comes to his passion, he is always at the top of his game. However, he fails to live up to this order at home. At home, he was a mess. Socks on the floor, crumpled papers throughout his study, and worst of all, things being thrown wherever he sees fit.
For years, you have been constantly nagging at him to pick up after himself but somehow, it slips through the cracks of his memory and would do it again. He knew he should be better, but a part of him just couldn't do it. He hated when you were pissed at him (but loves the face you'd make when you are.) So when your voice thunders through the walls of your house calling his name. He knew he was in big trouble so, he mustered up all the confidence, plastering the most enchanting dinpled smile he could before finding you standing in the middle of the bedroom. "Yes, my baby?"
He speaks smoothly. Vibrations throughout your body try to catch you off guard, but you push it back down. "What have I told you about your boxers? Babe, the laundry basket is literally half a step away from where this was sitting". You raise it up to him, showing his mess before putting it inside the basket yourself. His eyes were apologetic, knowing he should have made an effort, but he was so exhausted that day that he failed to care a little to put it in. "I'm sorry" he whispers making you huff.
He looks at you, and sees how your eyebrows were close enough to seem knit together. Your nose was scrunched up, with cheeks quite red. You are adorable. He can't help but giggle.
"Why are you laughing? I'm mad at you"
"I know baby, but you just look cute when you're mad."
This makes you blush. You hated it, cause one thing about you was, you were wrapped around his finger. That no matter how undeniably irritating it is to see his socks on the floor, he'd reel you right back in. Namjoon sees your cheeks rise when you grin making him chuckle. He makes his way to you, closing in the gaps with the tightest hug he could.
"I'm sorry baby, how can I make it up to you?"
He whispers in your ear making the hairs behind your neck rise.
"Do the laundry for a month"
"Deal."
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yeontantrash · 1 year
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BTS Jungkook- Until I Found You
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For my Girlies with Anxious Attachment style <3
22K words The thing I will never admit to anyone who's met me is how desperately I want to be loved, I don't think I could say it. How I want someone to hold my wrists and kiss my palms and smile at me, and want me. I want to be wanted and I don't know how long poetry and songs will substitute being wanted.
I recrumple the piece of paper before placing it into the recycling bin where I assume the person who was throwing it away was aiming for. I leave the classroom looking into the dark hallway to see who would've been here as early as my mother and I, but there was no indication anyone else was here. Perhaps whoever took out the recycling at the end of the day had missed it or it fell out of the bin. I went back into the classroom, my mother busy at her desk doing some last minute grading, "Is there anything else I can do?" I asked, bored since classes didn't start for at least another hour "Actually," my mother said looking towards the corner of the room "Some boy brought a basketball to my class from the gym, bring it back there for me," she said pointing towards it. "Sure," I replied walking over towards the ball, picking it up before heading towards the gym.
It was weird walking down the halls when there were no lights and completely empty. Most of the time there were at least a couple students roaming the halls, it didn't matter if there were classes going on, you were never alone in the hallways. I shove the doors open to the gym, walking over towards the corner of the gym where the basket of basketballs sat. I threw the ball to see if I could make it in, but I was less coordinated than I realized. I ran after the basketball and placed the ball back with the rest of them. I turned around to leave the gym and that's when the door to the boys locker room opened. My instant reaction was to hide behind the basket of balls, peeking over the top I watched as a boy walked out of there, his hair wet, almost as if he had just showered going into the hallway.
I waited until the doors shut before I came out of hiding. I walked towards the women's dressing room, giving a tug on the door only to find that it was still locked. Strange. The boy's locker room was open but the women's was still locked. I walked out of the gym, heading back to my mother's classroom, wondering where the young man had gone as he was not lingering in the hallways. Then as soon as I stepped into my mother's room my cheeks burned. He was sitting in the back of the classroom with headphones in. I could only hope he didn't seem me duck behind the basketballs in the gym. I walked over to my mother and sat on the edge of her desk, facing her with my back towards the guy. "Who's that?" I whispered pulling her attention from her work for a second, to look towards him and then towards me.
"He's one of my student's in your year, Jeon Jungkook," she replied quietly before going back to her work, trying to pretend we were not talking about him. I was shocked to hear the name. I remember Jungkook from middle school, he had large eyes and teeth but he was much smaller then. Now he was built, clearly he had been using the gyms and his hair had grown a bit causing a bit of a natural curl and he had this aura around him that kind of said he didn't want to talk to you. I hopped off her desk and walked over towards him. He was sketching in his notebook and I was surprised to see he was actually quite good. I sat down in the desk in front of him, watching as he dragged the pencil across the page. He had drawn most of the face before his eyes looked up. He tried to hide it but he was a bit startled to see me sitting right in front of him.
he reached up and pulled one of his headphones out of his ear "What?" he questioned and I shrugged my shoulders "I didn't know you could draw," I replied and he let out an unimpressed chuckle "There's a lot of things you don't know about me," he said. "I think there are a few things I do know," I stated getting him to raise an eyebrow "We've never really talked," he countered, "We went to middle school together. I can tell you work out, you probably like art..." I picked the headphone out of his hand and put it in my ear to hear the song 'Can You Feel My Heart' by bring me the horizon "And you prefer alternative music," I said before giving it back to him. The tip of her ears were slightly red "If you pay close enough attention you can learn a lot about someone," I added.
"Y/n!" I looked towards the door to see my best friend, she was smiling at me but when her eyes traveled to who I was talking too she looked uneasy. I looked back at Jungkook "Be good for my mother," I joked pointing at finger towards him before getting up to rush over to my friend. She quickly wrapped her arm around mine and pulled me into the now lit up hallway. "You really shouldn't talk to him," she scolded me and I furrowed my eyebrows "That's kind of mean," I replied and she shook her head "I heard he beat up Jonah last year for no reason, and he was going to be expelled, but spent the summer doing community service to stay," she whispered as if she was the first person to tell me this, if I were him I would want to punch Jonah too, he liked pressing people's buttons.
"He has a loose cap," she mumbled as we got to our lockers "Then you stay away from him," I replied because in my mind he was still the shy middle school Jungkook who looked at everything in amazement. "I heard he moved out of his parents house and in with a bunch of older guys," she said shaking her head "He probably joined some gang," she added under her breath. The hallways got more and more crowded but as soon as Jungkook walked out they parted like the red sea. It was as if everyone thought he had some sort of plague or if you poked him he'd attack you. He acted as if he hadn't noticed, going into the boys bathroom, a series of whispers following behind him.
I couldn't help but look for Jungkook in every class, or listen to hear someone else talking about him. None of what people had to say were positive. I don't think there was a single person who said something decent about him. The only people who seemed to talk to him or interact with him were the stoners or other outcasts and even then it was minimal. It made my heart ache a little. At the end of the day I went to my mother's classroom and she was sitting at her desk talking to Jungkook who stood in front of her. "y/n," my mother called me over to them "Take my keys and give Jungkook a ride home-" "I'm not going home," Jungkook replied through gritted teeth. I could see the vein in his forehead throbbing "You need them to sign the handbook or you will be asked to leave," she explained calmly.
"Fine," Jungkook muttered and my mother held out the keys to me, "come get me after, he doesn't live far," she said before shooing me off. Jungkook followed behind me, silently but I could feel him stewing behind me. We got into my mother's car and Jungkook directed me towards his house. I wasn't sure what to say to him in this kind of situation and I assumed he didn't want to talk about it. I pulled up to a house that could pass for a foreclosure and Jungkook got out, "Thanks." he muttered "Do- do you want me to wait?" I questioned before he could shut the door. He thought about it for a moment but shook his head "it's fine," he replied "I really wouldn't mind-" "I don't need your fucking pity," he said before slamming the car door shut and walking towards the house.
I arrived back to the school and my mother was waiting outside smoking a cigarette. She had promised father she would quit, so she only smokes at school now. She threw it to the ground before stomping it out and walked towards the car getting into the passenger seat. "Well?" I questioned, it was enough to prompt her to talk about what I wanted, she knew that I was curious and honestly a bit nosy. "Yes?" she questioned anyways trying to stay oblivious "He's kind one second and then a jerk the next," I told her while starting towards home. "I can't talk about students-" "Then don't make me drive them home. The ceiling was caving in," I said and she sighed already mentally scolding herself.
"Having parents that were- are really angry, petty and abusive when you are young is weird, because it makes part of you grow up and want to be kind, to generate good things, to be a source of peace and wellbeing for others; but out makes another part of you grow up to be quick and sharp and spiteful and that's always that part that shows itself first in a hard situation," she explained, and it made me wonder why she switched to teaching when she was a psychology major "So it's a struggle between your hateful gut reactions and your wish to not add any more misery to the world. It's a hard balance and those who really take the time to look, you can see the anger that flashes in their eyes before they quiet it, trying to overcome years of conditioning, and with gentle, constant force, that rage will mellow. It just takes time," she added.
The rest of the ride home was silent, the two of us pondering what my mother had said. When I got home I went straight to my room to do my homework and wind down for the night, but my mind couldn't help but wander to Jungkook and what he was doing for the night, where he was, what he was thinking. I curled up in bed, doing some late night social media dives to find as much as I could about Jungkook. All his profiles were private, and there were very few pictures of him, most of them were of him in middle school. I fell asleep with my phone in my hand and only woke up to my mother yelling for me to get into the car. My father had work early and I refused to get on the bus, so heading to school early was my only option.
I quickly changed outfits and packed all y things into my bag before rushing outside to jump into my mother's car. Although I didn't understand why she was making hurry when we were still going to be an hour early for school. We arrived to the school and Jungkook was waiting at the staff door. "Sorry I'm late, she just woke up," my mother said will scanning her badge to unlock the door "it's fine," Jungkook replied before holding the door open for the two of us. We walked in and he followed behind before heading into the gym, I assumed he was going into the boys locker room once again. I followed my mother into her classroom and she sat down at her desk, spreading out her assignments across it. I grabbed an assignment that said Jungkook's name on top of it and that's when I recognized the handwriting.
"Don't snoop," my mother scolded pulling the paper out of my hand to place it back in the correct stack. She then got up "I'm going to the teacher's lounge for a coffee, don't look at the assignments," she said pointing at me before walking out of the room. I pulled my phone into my mom's laptop, hoping to get some charge before the school day started. It wasn't long before Jungkook came walking in and the two of us froze in place just looking at each other. We were caught in an awkward silence neither of us knew how to break. I spun on my heels to face the wall, and then walking over my to my phone to pretend to check the charge. "Sorry about yesterday," he said and when I looked over my shoulder at him he was rubbing the back of his neck "You didn't live far, I don't mind," I replied.
"N-no I was kind of aggressive with you yesterday and... You didn't deserve my anger, you were doing me a favor," he said and this time I turned around to face him "Jungkook-" I said getting him to look up from the ground towards me, I smiled "It's okay. Everyone snaps sometimes, but not many apologize after," I told him. I could see his cheeks hint a slight red, he walked over to what I assume was his "Mind if I join you?" I asked following behind him. "I was just going to draw," he muttered sitting down and pulling out a notebook "Draw me," I said sitting in the desk in front of him. He looked at me shyly "I'm not really good at drawing... girls," he said opening the notebook "So it'll be good practice," I said. He nodded before sketching the outline of my face.
It was entrancing to watch as the lines he was drawing turned into a picture "Look at me," he said and I lifted my gaze to meet his eyes. His shy demeanor had been replaced with concentration, chewing on his inner lip as he looked at me and then back down at the page. I couldn't help but feel heat rise up my neck as he stares deeply at all my features. I took this opportunity to look at him. I know he has a pretty bad reputation, but how were the girls not more attracted to him, he was basically sculpted by God. His tanned skin, dark eyes, and toned muscles were traits most women would kill for. I looked down at the drawing and nearly gasped audibly. Is that what I looked like? Or had I been romanticized through his perception of me? The thought made me blush.
I watched silently as he shaded the portrait, looking between me and the page frequently, trying to get the image on the page just right. Perhaps he had a bit of perfectionism. It was hard to quiet my heart which was pounding against my chest. It's only been two days since I met Jungkook and yet, perhaps I was developing a crush. I was so lost in my own thoughts I hadn't noticed Jungkook was ripping out the page. "Hey-what?" I grabbed it out of his hand before he could crumple it up "It's not right," he said reaching to take it back but I dodge him, looking at how he had drawn me. "I wish I looked like this," I said allowing him to take it out of my hand, he crumbled it up "You look better, I promise," he said getting up walking towards the recycling bin.
I watched him toss it inside before continuing out of the classroom, probably to go to the locker room and take a shower. My mother walked back into the room "I'm not sure I like that face," she said with a teasing voice as she walked back towards her desk. "What face?" I asked defensively before sitting in the desk closet to her desk, she chuckled sitting down behind her desk "Like maybe you're crushing on Jungkook," she teased causing my cheeks to burn "I just met him," I stated defensively, at this point I've been questioning how other girls do not have a crush on him. It's not long before he returns to the classroom, taking his spot in the middle row. I get up and walk over to sit in the desk in front of his, turning to face him. 
"You don't have anything else to do?" he asked running his fingers through his hair and I shook my head side to side, which was a lie, there's always homework to be done, but he was more intriguing. His writing made it seem like he was so desperate to no longer be lonely, but he pushes you away as much as he could. He gets up and walked over to my mother's desk, handing her a piece of paper. She read it over and couldn't help but laugh and he smiled. I saw him smile. And it's the kind of smile that transforms him into someone entirely different, the kind of smile hat puts stars in his eyes and a dazzle on his lips. He was perfect. Flawless exterior for a boy with black hair and black heart. But under my mother' gaze he looks so soft and vulnerable. His cheeks were pink from his shower and he has dimples. He's easily the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.  I removed my gaze as he walked back towards his desk sitting down and I smiled back at him. "Look... I don't want a girlfriend," he stated bluntly causing me to blush "I didn't... I wasn't-"  "My attention is and always has been on football, graduating and getting a full ride to college. Not to mention impressing the scouts who are already starting to show up at our games. Now that season is in full swing, this means more practice and games and less time to devote to anything or anyone other than football." I looked over my shoulder at my mother to see if she was hearing this, and I knew she heard it but she was busy trying to look busy and not like she was laughing at my misfortune. "Got it." I got up and turned to head out the door but I don't get far because Jungkook instantly reach out to grab my wrist and stop me from moving. My heart pumps "But... Friends is something I can do," he mumbled almost... blushing?
Sometimes people sneak up on you and suddenly you don't know how you ever lived without them. How you went about your day and hung out with your friends and went to work without having this one important person in your life. I continued to ride to school early in the morning with my other because it allows me to spend time with Jungkook. Turns out he's a lot more silly and goofy despite how he carries himself around everyone. The next month or so Jungkook and I had become good friends. He even goes as far to acknowledge me in the hallway or stop to talk to me at lunch for a minute. I thought maybe people would be jealous that I got the Jeon Jungkook to crack open, but no one seemed to care because he was a 'street rat' or 'gutter garbage'.  But I do see how the girls look at him in P.E. and if he put in a little bit of effort I think they'd respond nicely. 
"How come you don't date?" I asked sitting down in front of him after my mom left for the teacher's lounge to print something "I'm sure every girl at this school would kill to be your girlfriend." he shook his head "I'm not looking for a relationship," he answered "Why not? Relationships can be fulfilling," I countered and he raised an eyebrow "Says the woman who's single," he replied. I stand up sighing "I'm single because I haven't found a connection with anyone, not because I am anti-relationship. It's nice having someone to spend time with. You know, talking, cuddling, all that mushy stuff. Don't you want to do that?" I questioned and he shrugged "Eventually."
"I guess I'll go to class. You're not into girl talk," I said with a huff of annoyance, how could he not think romantically about anyone. I get as far as the front of the class before Jungkook grabs my wrist to stop me in my track. His hand was holding onto mine to keep me from going. I turn around, curling my fingers around his much larger hand. I look up at his eyes questioningly and it almost looks as if he was nervous "What?" I asked tilting my head to the side wondering why he was stopping me from leaving this time. I knew he friendzoned me the last time we had talked about girls and relationships, I just wanted to know if he had changed his mind about dating anyone from school.
He leans in, so carefully. Breathing and not breathing and hearts beating between us and he's so close, so close and I can't feel my legs anymore. I can't feel my fingertips or the cold or the emptiness of the classroom because all I feel his him, everywhere, filling everything and he whispered "Please." his lips just barely away from mine "Please don't deny me of this." and he kisses me. His lips are softer than anything I've ever known, soft like the first fall of snow, like biting into cotton candy, like melting and floating and being weightless in water. It's sweet, it's so effortlessly sweet. It was cut short.
The bell rang and Jungkook hopped away from me. He acted as if nothing happened, going to his seat and sitting down. I brought my fingers up to my lips, brushing across where his once were. "Hey, the bell rang," My mother said snapping me out of my trance, "Right," I said blushing as I rushed passed her out of the room heading towards my first hour class. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. Jungkook had kissed me. I sat down next to my best friend and she raised an eyebrow "What's with you?" she questioned. I shook my head "Nothing," I replied knowing she would throw a fit if I had told her. "You know people are beginning to talk about you," she said and I furrowed my eyebrows "In what way?" I questioned.
"They see you sneaking around with Jungkook... And they aren't saying nice things," she said and my cheeks burned, not because people were talking about me, but because they say we are sneaking around. I wondered if Jungkook thought the same thing? Did he think I didn't want anyone to see us together? I didn't get to think much about it because the teacher entered the classroom and told us all to quiet down. I couldn't stop thinking about the way his lips felt against mine. It was hard to pay attention to anything my teachers said because Jungkook had kissed me, and all I could think about was the fact that he probably liked me more than he let on. 
"Hey, you've been in LaLa Land all day," Seri said pulling me out of my thoughts, I turned to look at her and she narrowed her eyes looking me over "What is it?" she questioned. "Why do people judge Jungkook so harshly?" I asked before taking a bite of my sandwich, this caused her to sigh "He used to stink. Literally, in middle school he wore the same outfit over and over and I don't think he showered regularly. He also sold drugs, no one knows where he got them from. And of course, the infamous time, he beat the shit out of Jay Pritch and he was going to be expelled but the school decided to have him do community service at the school over the summer," she told me. I nodded "Okay... So, people are holding grudges against him for stupid shit he did when he was younger?" I questioned and she looked at me "He's quiet and seems to lash out," she countered. 
"Name a jock he isn't either a dickhead or angry," I replied and she finally let out a chuckle with a smile "What?" I questioned and she shook her head "Nothing," she replied. "What?" I questioned her again, "You like him, don't you?" she asked causing my cheeks to flush "Why would you say that?" I asked covering my mouth with my hand, my fingers subconsciously brushing over my lips. "You go to school early with your mom every morning, and you defend him constantly," she answered and I shrugged "I just think it's unfair to judge someone for their actions as a kid. Growing up is hard," I replied, trying to ignore the fact that she was right. "Good, I need you to be a wingman tonight," she told me and I nodded my head "I know."
Our last hour classes are just a study hall, so I had my mother write me a pass saying it was okay for me to come to her class. Both Jungkook and Seri have her as their study hall teacher. When I got into the room, Seri was using colored chalk to draw a wallpaper on the board. Other students were playing on their phones, doing homework, studying, and Jungkook was in his seat sketching in his notebook. I walked over to my mother's desk where she was grading homework "You remember I'm going to Seri's tonight, right?" I asked her. She nodded her head "Yes, I expect you home tomorrow sometime," she said before looking up at me "I also expect you to text me," she added and I nodded "I know," I agreed. 
"Y/n, come here, I need a picture," Seri called, her hands and wrists were covered in chalk, but she was holding her phone anyways. I walk over towards her and she pointed for me to stand in front of her artwork. I spun around so my back was facing her, she loved using me as a model because I dressed like our school had school uniforms but I liked Blair Waldorf's style. She took a few pictures and I looked over my shoulder to see Jungkook was watching us. "Jungkook would you take a picture for me?" I asked pulling my phone out of my pocket. Seri was already busy trying to edit the photo to add to her artsy instragram. Jungkook walked up to me and I handed him my phone and then posed in front of the drawing Seri had done. "Is this for instagram?" he questioned sounding annoyed, but working hard to take a good photo "Yes, it's art," I replied.
"It's social media," he replied and I shrugged my shoulder changing poses "That doesn't mean it isn't art. It's the twenty first century, that's how art is nowadays. I mean it's better people see it than not at all," I replied. He let the phone down, and held it out to me "But art is supposed to have a purpose. A meaning. What's the meaning of dressing up and posing for a pretty picture?" he asked as I took it away from him to see what kind of photos he took. "How about just because?" I asked feeling my face warm "Is beauty for its own sake not enough?" I asked looking up at him. "I look at you and maybe it is," he replied before going back to his seat. I tried to hide the small smile on my lips before walking over to sit by Seri "Did any of them come out good?" I questioned and she nodded "Look," she said showing me the one she chose. 
We spent the rest of the hour editing the photos we wanted to post and thinking of good captions. We spent the rest of the hour talking about our game plan for the party tonight. The host was Seri's crush and we were all traveling out to his parents cabin while they are away. Luckily for us Seri's parents are gone this weekend so that means we will have no curfew and no one will know we are sneaking off to party. The bell rang and Seri was rushing to leave, "Let me say bye," I called after her. I said goodbye to my mother before walking over to Jungkook who was slowly packing his things up. "Have a good weekend," I said and he nodded "Are you going to the party?" He questioned. "Are you?" I questioned and he shook his head no "I think party's are kinda lame," he replied pulling his bag over his shoulder. "Do you like them?" he questioned and I shrugged "Seri needs a wingman," I replied not giving an answer to whether or not I like partying. I had promised Seri I could go with her and help he try to get with the boy she liked and I didn't want to flake out on her. "I'll see you Monday," I said waving goodbye to him, but before I could get too far, he had grabbed my wrist, holding me in place. I turned to look at him concerned "Yeah?" I questioned tilting my head to the side, "Just be careful," he said, the tips of his ears bright red, "I know," I replied giving him a reassuring smile.
"Seri is waiting for me," I told him and he nodded "Promise me on thing," he said still holding onto my wrist "If you ever are so drunk or feel unsafe getting yourself home, you call this number and ask for me," he said putting a piece of paper in my purse. I narrowed my eyes at him "So you can tell my mother?" I teased, I knew he told my mother everything, she was the only adult he trusted. He shook his head no "I won't tell her, and I won't even talk or say I told you so," he replied, "I just- I want you to be safe," he added. I wrapped my hands around his "Okay, I promise," I said and he nodded his head, finally letting me go. I waved goodbye to him and rushed off to meet Seri in the parking lot. Of course she was already in her car and I had to hop in as she started driving away. She was so excited. 
We went to her house first to get ready. We redid our make up, put on more skimpy outfits she had hidden in her closet. The one I choose to wear had a low V cut but had a longer skirt, Seri wore a tight dress, with a deep cut and short skirt. There was not much left up to the imagination, but the boy she liked tended to talk to the girls who dressed like that. The Prom Queen type. The ride there took about forty minutes and we listened to all of our favorite hype songs. When we arrived we were feeling pretty confident and as we walked in it was clear that we were in the eyes of many boys. As soon as we got into the living room we were dragged out to the backyard where we played beer pong with a few people in our grade. 
I was feeling buzzed by the time we went back into the living room where people were dancing with each other to the music. Seri and I looked around until we spotted the guy she had a crush on, "Let's go ask!" she whispered looping her arm through mine, dragging me over there before I even had the chance to answer. "Hey, nice party!" she shouted over the music, "I was hoping you'd come!" he replied looking her over, seems as though her years of flirting had paid off. "You guys care to dance?" she questioned, knowing that anywhere her crush went, his best friend followed and who better to deal with him than me. "It would be foolish to say no," he replied before walking with us to the middle of the room where the music was louder. 
The two of them started dancing right away and I awkwardly swayed side to side with his best friend. "He's liked her a long time," the guy tried making small talk "I'm pretty sure she's liked him since middle school," I joked back getting him to chuckle. I watched as his eyes sunk in the sight before him, and it made me regret wearing such a low dress. I spun around and by the time I was facing him he was looking back at my face "So, I've heard you spent time with Jungkook," he said and I rolled my eyes "I don't understand why everyone makes such a big deal about it," I replied. He shrugged "He's just got a bit of a reputation and you're seen as a good girl," he replied taking a step closer so we were a bit closer.  "I wouldn't say I'm a good girl, but I like to be a nice person," I replied and his hands found my waist and maybe it was the alcohol getting to me but I didn't mind it so much, taking a step towards him so our chests were close to each other. His hands found my backside, getting a good squeeze in and I giggled drunk as his lips tickled my neck. His fingers danced across my bare back and then he started kissing my neck. I looked over his shoulder to see Seri was watching me intensely instead of focusing on her long time crush. 'I'm Fine' I mouthed to her and although she didn't seem to fully believe me she went back to focusing on her own guy. I then felt teeth and it was as if a mosquito bit me, I shoved him away "Ow," I whined rubbing my neck. "Why don't we go somewhere private?" he questioned grabbing my wrist but I shook my head "I don't want to," I replied. 
I was too drunk, so I stumbled behind him "Like you and Jungkook haven't done worse," he muttered causing my cheeks to burn "Actually we haven't," I replied finally pulling my wrist from his grip. "Unlike you, Jungkook is a gentleman," I said before worming my way through the crowd and getting out of the house. My hand was rubbing against the hickey I knew was forming, hoping that the extra blood flow would help it not develop super darkly. I walked out onto the front porch and sat down on the steps. It was sprinkling lightly but I didn't mind as my skin felt burning hot. Due to the weather everyone was inside, and I was glad because I was not feeling good. To make matters worse I left my purse inside the house somewhere. 
"Hey, you left this inside," a girl from my class said setting my purse down beside me before going to her car with her boyfriend. I watched as they left and then reached into my purse to pull out my phone. It was dead. Of course it was. I curl up into a ball on the porch. Embarrassed, a little confused, I couldn't stop the tears that were running down my cheeks. I heard the sound of gravel crunching beneath tires, and headlights bright. I've been crying for so long I'm certain the rain had stopped and there was nothing but my tears. My clothes art stuck to my skin, wet and useless. I wanted to be completely devoid of my brain. "Y/n?" when I lift my head he was on his knees on the steps in front of me. He reaches to touch my arm and the feeling makes me more disgusted with myself. He sighed and pulls me up, just enough to pull me out of the ball I had become. 
His hands trap my face and his eyes search me, search through me until I look away. My throat is dry and hoarse "I-he tried to t-touch me-" his eyes darkened "I'll kill him," he stood up, but I grabbed onto him "N-no please don't go- don't go," I held onto his sleeve "Don't leave me." he wraps his arms around me until he's tugging me up and I'm on wobbling legs and we're both standing upright. He holds me tightly against him so I could see nothing but his white T-shirt soaked in tears. "It wasn't your fault," he whispered and I shook my head against his chest, "It wasn't," he said again before leading me towards what I assumed was his car. He helped me into the passenger side, even going as far as to buckle me before getting into the driver's side. 
He said nothing else on the drive home. I couldn't help but fell sleepy. His car was warm and he had offered me a sweatshirt. I let my eyes fall shut, and the gentle jostling of the car felt like someone was trying to rock me to sleep. The drive home felt way shorter than the drive there. Jungkook helped me get to the front door of my house. "Thank you," I mumbled and he nodded his head "Of course," he replied, taking the key from me to open the door. He gave me the key back and opened my front door for me "See you Monday?" I questioned and he nodded his head "yeah," he said before heading back towards the car. 
The next morning I had a long lecture from my mother. I couldn't keep what happened at the party a secret. Afterwards we spent the weekend doing things we love like eat junk food and watch Love Island. When Monday came around I felt a lot better than I did on Friday. However, Jungkook was no where to be found that morning. Or the next morning. In fact he hadn't come to school early any of the days. I only saw him in passing or if he was sitting in one of his classes. And he was avoiding eye contact. I walked up to him in the library and he quickly packed his things "Hey, where are you going?" I asked grabbing his arm. "I- I have a meeting," he said which I didn't believe "With who?" I asked tilting my head to the side "one of my teachers," he said before gently pulling his arm away from my grasp.
"You're avoiding me," I complained with a pout and his eyes faltered for a second, "No..." he shook his head before heading towards the door. But he wasn't going to get away with it that easily. "Why?" I asked following him down the hallway "Seri told me what happened," he mumbled refusing to look at me. "So?" I questioned and he shrugged his shoulders "I just feel bad," he answered as if that would make it all make sense. He then walked into our English teacher's office. I huffed before hunting down my best friend who apparently told Jungkook to stay away from me. When I found her, her eyes widened in fear "What did I do?" she questioned putting her hands up. 
"What did you say to Jungkook? He's avoiding me like the plague," I complained sitting down next to her "The wonderfully masterminded piece of literature?" she questioned and I glared at her "The disease, Seri," I replied. She sighed "I didn't say anything that wasn't true," she said getting me to narrow my eyes, "I just told him that people are talking about you and what Luke had said to your at the party," she explained. He believed it was his fault, when he was the one who rescued me from that party. I didn't even have to call him and he showed up. I decided that before the end of the day I would find him and I would set him straight. Luckily for me he had my mother the last hour of the day and she allows me to come and go as I please. 
He was in the corner of the room in his usual seat and I did not hesitate walking over towards him. "It wasn't your fault," I said as soon as I was in front of him and he looked up at me with wide eyes "So, I don't see why you are avoiding me," I said sitting down in the seat in front of him. "I don't care what people say when we're together," I told him shaking my head, the bell rang and the two of us stood up. "Thank you," he said before turning to head towards the door, I pouted watching him dip out without even saying anything. The rest of the week went on like this, where Jungkook would literally run away from me. It hurts when the person who you want attention from the most ignores you. I could feel my energy slowly draining from my body as the week went on. Friday I even left school early because I was just mentally couldn't stand it. It felt as if he was mad at me. 
There was a knock on my window and when I peered out into the dark night I could see Jungkook strung along a branch close to my window. I sighed getting up, quickly wiping at the tears on my face. I unlock the window and push it open "What are you doing here?" I whispered trying not to get attention from our neighbors. "Can I come in?" he questioned and I stepped away from the window making room for him to swing his lower body into my room, sitting on the window frame before letting him inside. He shut the window behind him to keep the cold air from coming in. "What's going on?" I questioned him crossing my arms over my chest, "You just looked... Pretty sad and I was worried," he explained rubbing the back of his neck.
"I just thought that we were friends," I whispered feeling my lips pout unconsciously and his eyes widened a little "We were- I mean we are," he stumbled through his words. "You kissed me, saved me from a party and then ignored me for the week. Were you just trying to put the moves on me and then decided against it or something?" I questioned with a weak laugh and he shook his head quickly "I kissed you, just to kiss you, not to take you home," the words were flying out of his mouth "I mean... not that I would be against it." he rubbed the back of his neck, struggling to explain how he was feeling and I waited for him to figure it out.
"I want you," he said "I want all of you. I want you inside and out and catching your breath and aching for me like I ache for you," he said like it's a lit cigarette lodged in his throat, like he wants to dip me in warm honey. "It's never been a secret. I've never tired to hide that from you. I've never pretended I wanted anything less." I tilt my head in confusion "You-you said you wanted friends-" he nodded "yes," he said, swallowing thickly "I did. I do. I do want to be your friend," he nodded and I register the slight movement in the air between us. "I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head," he taps his finger against my forehead. I hadn't even noticed the distance between us had shrunk.
"I want to be that kind of friend. The one who will memorize all the things you say as well as the shape of your lips when you say them. I want to know every curve, every freckle, every shiver of your body," he whispered. I want more. I push him onto a chair behind him and straddle his strong body. My fingers running through his dark hair and bringing him closer to me. I could feel him shift between my thighs, the warmth of his palms on my hips. I wanted him to squeeze until I moaned in his ear. I'm afraid I could not stop myself with just his lips because devouring every inch of him would be satisfying. Would he mind if I slid down his body? Crawled my way until I sat perfectly between his legs. What if my hands caressed the parts that ached to be touched? I am tempted to have my way with him. I wondered if he would let me.
I leaned in so our lips were just barely inches from each other "Wait..." I froze looking at him with wide eyes "Let me touch you first. I have wanted..." His fingertips traced my temples and then my cheekbones, then- softly despite his rough callouses- the outline of my mouth as if he meant to commit it to memory. This gesture made my heart spin like a top inside my chest. His eyes remained fixed on me, as dark as the bottom of a cup of coffee. His fingertips left my mouth and trailed a path down my throat, stopping at my pulse, slipping to the silk ribbon at the back of my neck, pulling one end of it. My eyelids fluttered half-closed as the bow came apart and his warm hand covered my bare collar bone.
I remembered in history class we were talking about some ship, how it had passed through a patch of strangely shining ocean, and how it had carved a path of fire through the water, trailing sparks in its wake. It was as if Jungkook's hands did the same to my skin. I burned where he touched, and could feel where his fingers had been even after they had moved on. His hands moved lightly but lower, over the bodice of my dress, following the curves of my breasts. I gasped, even as his hands slid to grip my waist and draw me towards him, pulling out bodies together until there was not a millimeter of space between us. His cheek was just as warm as mine, his breath against my ear made me shudder with each deliberately spoken word. "I have wanted to do this," he said "Every moment of every hour of every day that I have been with you since the first day I met you. But you must know that. You must know, don't you?"
I pulled back to look him in the eyes, lips parted in bewilderment. "Know what?" I questioned, and Jungkook with a sigh in defeat, kissed me. His lips were so soft, so soft. He had kissed me before, but this kiss was so different from the one earlier this week. I could feel his emotions. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. He rolled us over so my back was against my twin mattress, my thighs on either side of his waist as he knelt on my bed, holding his body weight up with his arms. He pulls back, just an inch. My hands were caught under his shirt, and his mouth lingers above mine, the heat between us threatening to ignite. "Do you want to...?" I nodded my head pulling his shirt off over his head "Show me what to do," I breathed looking over is exposed chest.
"You're doing just fine," he replied but I gave him a helpless look, and he prowled closer, his fingers toy with the loose bodice of my dress "May I?" he asked quietly. I nodded shyly and he studied my eyes, as if reading the sincerity of my agreement. "Yes," I replied and he deemed it true. Gently, he pulled the fabric from me. Cool air kissed my skin, pebbling it. The flexible band around my breasts remained, but Jungkook's gaze remain on mine. "Tell me what you want next," he said roughly. I reached up to play with the strap of my bra. Jungkook's hand shook as he unbound it. As he revealed me to the air, to him. His eyes seemed to go wholly black as he took in my breasts, I could feel myself breathing unevenly "Beautiful" he murmured.
My mouth curved as the word settled within me. It gave me enough courage to lift my hands to his shoulders, running my hands over them, towards his neck, to lace my fingers together behind his head. "Beautiful," I repeated lifting my gaze back to his, I could see the restraint, the emotion. The darling purr of his rumbled into her as I pressed my mouth against his pectoral. His hand drifted towards my hair, untangling it from beneath my head. "We only go as far, and long as you want," he said. I dared looked down his body to see what strained under his pants. My mouth went dry "I-I don't know what to do," I admitted, and he pressed his forehead to mine "Anything you do will be enough," he said.
My hands that were wrapped around the back of his neck pull him towards me so our lips met once again, pressing his firm body against mine. My tongue gently lapses his bottom lip, easing into the action a little bit to test the waters. He responds by reaching his tongue out to meet mine, slipping it past my lips for just a second. Things from there only got heavier, he found that comfort and confidence in himself to take control. We kissed and kissed like it was something that would never stop, taking three second pauses to just grin at one another. I was so happy in this moment, dopamine bursting through my brain to reward me this euphoric high.
He kisses just under my chin, the tip of my nose, the length of my forehead, both temples, my cheeks, all across my jawline. Then my neck, behind my ears, all the way down my throat and his hands slide down my body. His entire form moving down my figure, disappearing as he shifts downward and suddenly his chest his hovering over my hips; suddenly I can't see him anymore. I can only make out the top of his head, the curve of his shoulders, the unsteady rise of his back as he inhales and exhales. He's running his hands down and around my bare thighs and up again, up past my ribs, around my lower back and down again, just past my hip bone. His fingers hook around the elastic of my underwear and I gasp.
His lips touch my bare stomach. It's just a whisper of a kiss but something collapses in my skull. It's a feather light brush of his mouth against my skin in a place I can't quiet see. It's my mind speaking in a thousand different languages I don't understand. And then I realize he's working his way back up my body. "Want me to stop?" he questioned and I shook my head adamantly, if he stopped now, I'm pretty sure I would die. His fingers danced over my thigh, moving inwards, causing me to inhale. He watched me intensely as his fingers traced over my most intimate parts, his finger circling around before plunging into me. I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped my lips, heat rushing to my face as he smirked, clearly liking the reaction. It wasn't long before he was adding a second finger.
Every thrust, every sweet whisper, every pleasuring kiss of his was my undoing. His lips found purchase with mine, devouring my mouth, swallowing every little noise, unleashing all the passion he was feeling right in the moment looking at me riding his hand. It set a fire inside him, a fire he would gladly burn until he takes his dying breath. I came, arching my back off the mattress, whimpers sliding past my lips into his as he kiss me gently, coaxing me down from the high. I let my head fall back against the bed, breathing heavily, thanking whoever taught this man how to use his fingers. He pulled away from me, rubbing his fingers against his pants, moving to sit at the edge of the bed, his broad back in front of me. I kiss between his shoulder blade, up to the left shoulder, to the junction where his neck meets his shoulder, then to his neck.
"What about you?" I whispered in his ear, my eyes looking at the bulge in his pants, he swallowed thickly "I'll be fine," he replied, but he had been hard for so long, I doubt it was comfortable. "Let me help you," I mumbled against his skin before nipping at his neck, "Do you even...have you ever..." I smiled against him "Teach me," I replied, knowing that would be answer enough for him. He reaches around grabbing my upper arm and guiding me to kneel on the floor in front of him, between his legs. I rest my hands on his thick thighs, looking up at him with wide eyes, wanting to make him feel the way he had made me feel, but not sure how to. My eyes look over his revealed skin, I felt myself falling in a daze. "You can touch," he said and I brought a hand out but pulled back, embarrassed that I don't know what I m doing.
He moves closer to the edge of the bed, taking my hand in his own, guiding it to his chest. With his hand over my own he guides it across his muscular chest, and down his sides. Once I was the one leading him, he released his hand, letting me explore the expanse of his skin. My fingers dipping down feeling all the muscled ridges of his body, his skin smooth and warm beneath my touch. My fingers stop only at the hem of his jeans. I looked up at him to see his jaw as held tight, it gave me a confidence boost, I run my fingers slightly under the waistband. "I want to touch you," I told him and he nodded his head, silently telling me to go ahead.
I place my hand over the crotch of his jeans, even through the thick material I could tell he was rock hard. I carefully feel him against my hand as I gently palm him. I curl my hand as best as I can, as I start rubbing my hand over him and he lets out a breath of air, that only makes me want more. I unbutton his jeans and his once half lidded eyes spring open "Y/n..." I undo the zipper and pull then down his waist. He lifts his hips allowing me to pull both his boxers and jeans down his legs to his ankles. I gulp nervously as I look at him for the first time. I heard horror stories from friends of how gross they can look, but they clearly have been with the wrong boys. I wanted to imprint this image in my mind, saving it so I never forget. His thighs were strong and toned, just like the rest of him.
His cock is pressed against his stomach, two veins run up the sides, and the tip is a pretty pink like his lips. "Hands... or Mouth...?" I questioned looking at him for guidance, "either works, whatever you want," he replied, perhaps he had a preference, but he wanted me to experience this however I chose. I wrap my hand around him, I could feel the pulse, gliding my hand gently up his shaft until it met the head. I run my thumb over the slit and he jerks underneath my touch, pressing his lips tightly together to hold in a gasp. "Is this good?" I asked still stroking him and he nodded "Yes, uh you can hold tighter... It's not going to break," he choked out. I squeeze my fingers around him to create a bit more pressure and he hums in pleasure.
I could see the way he was falling apart underneath my touch. I smiled proudly to myself for being the one to do that to him. He let's his head fall back, and lets out a curse, small grunts fall when I do something he likes. "Just like that, baby," he praises causing a surge of arousal to course through me, not just because of the sight of him, but his words. That I can make him feel just as good as he did for me. I pick up the speed a little, and bring my head towards the tip. I run my tongue along the head, brushing over the slit and he starts to twitch in my hand, his hips jutting forward, pushing himself into my hand. His release oozes down all over my hand, and I stroke him through it, having less friction with the new lubricant until he reaches down for my wrist to stop me.
"You've got something to clean this up?" he said lifting my dirty hand, making me release his semi hard penis, I nodded before getting up and walking to my desk which had a box of Kleenex one it. I use a couple tissues to clean up my hand before bringing a few over to Jungkook so he could clean off what was left on his penis. "How did I do?" I asked with blushing cheeks, "You really need to ask?" he replied in a teasing voice looking down at the mess I had made of his dick. I sat down beside him "I don't know, maybe it could've been better," I answered and he turned to look at me "it took everything in me not to cum in my pants when you orgasmed, trust me, you did fine," he assured me and I couldn't help but blush at his grotesque answer.
Both of us fixed out outfits, throwing away the used tissues and what not. "A date," he said running his fingers through his hair, "Let me take you on one," he added making my heart skip a beat "When?" I asked. He chuckled "Sunday? I'll come get you," he said and I smiled "Do I get to know what we are doing?" I questioned. He shook his head "I want to surprise you," he said walking towards the window and I followed behind him because I didn't really want him to go yet. He opened the window and I slipped my arms around his waist, resting my face against his broad chest. "I have to go," he said running his hand over my arms and I shook my head "You ignored me all week," I whispered. 
"Until I sleep?" I questioned and he easily relented, shutting the window and followed me to my bed. I climbed under my sheets and he laid down on top of them next to me. He ran his fingers over my back and then through my hair. I relaxed and let out a sigh in relief. He started humming under his breath and my eyelids became very heavy. He rolled onto his side, so he was now spooning me, his fingers still tickling over my skin. It wasn't long before I had succumbed to sleep. I had fallen so deeply asleep that I didn't hear Jungkook leave that night, and when I woke up there was a little post it note stuck to my nightstand. I lifted it up to see a sketch of me sleeping. I got up and hung it on my bulletin board amongst the clutter. 
I spent most of Saturday making sure all my homework was done before tomorrow so I wouldn't have to worry about it. My mother popped in every once in a while to tease me for being a nerd but she didn't know that I had plans tomorrow. Eventually I was able to finish everything, and decided to take a long bath that would help ease the nerves. They weren't nervous nerves, they were excited nerves. I kept trying to figure out what his plans where, what we would do, where we would go. My mother had to kick me out of the bathroom because I was in there too long. I spent the rest of the night deciding what to wear, which was difficult because I didn't know where we were going or doing. 
I woke up as soon as the sun was up, did my hair, my make up and pulled on the outfit I had chosen last night. I sat in the living room with my parents, watching out the front window like a dog waiting for their owner to get home. "Jungkook coming?" my mom asked with a smirk causing me to blush as I look at her "I have many suitors," I replied and she shook her head "Not ones that you care about," she countered. She wasn't wrong. I looked out the window once again "Yes, Jungkook is coming," I answered her, and just as his name left my lips he appeared walking down the sidewalk with a large bag attached to his back. I didn't even give him time to get to the front door, "Bye, love you!" I shouted before rushing out of the house. He smiled standing on the sidewalk in front of my house "You couldn't wait?" he questioned and I shook my head no. 
He held out his hand to me and I laced my fingers between his. He continued down the sidewalk "So?" I questioned as our hands swung between each other "There's a park up ahead," he replied to answer the question I had not asked. I basked in the affection he had chosen to give me, after I had a crush on him for so long, because that's really what it was between us. I was just a girl who really liked a guy, who most people didn't like. We walked through the park like lovers do, and he had me sit down with him under one of the oak trees. He pulled the bag off his back and unzipped it to reveal a guitar "You play?" I questioned as he brought it into his lap. "My father had a dream... to be a rock star," he said and I listened intensely  because he never opened up about his parents. 
"My mom was a roadie, they were the hottest love affair of the 80's... In this town anyways," he said, his fingers mindlessly strumming the strings "Drugs, Sex and rock n' roll, that was their life's motto and then my mom got pregnant. Dad thinks she missed a pill to trap him," he laughed at his father's joke "Dad took up construction to make money, mom got fat and angry, and I was the little kid who did it all to them," he said. I knew he made light of the situation, turned it into a story, but it must be difficult to talk about. "And you're telling me this because?" I questioned and he looked at me "Because I trust you." my heart skipped a beat "Because I want to know if there's still a chance you can know who I am, who I really am and still.... Be with me."
"I want to be with you," I confirmed without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around his "I know that they damaged you and I still want you. I don't want to fix you, or take away your pain. I want you just as you are. Broken. Misunderstood. Aggressive. I want the real version." His lips found mine once again, they were warm and right and mine. We kissed under the oak tree until our lips were seconds from cracking before I pulled away, blinking at him. "I wrote a song for you," he said with a smile and began to play.
I watched in amazement. He began simply, softly, his grip light on the neck, producing a soft, harmonic sound. The melody rolled over e, as cool and sweet as water, as hopeful and lovely as sunrise. I watched his fingers in fascination as they moved and an exquisite not rose from the guitar. He started singing and my whole body seemed to be moving in tune with the sound and words, even though my feet were firmly planted on the ground. My heart races as he continued his beautiful serenade. I knew my face was wet, but only when the last note of the guitar had echoed away and he had stopped strumming did I realize I had been crying. He put the guitar down on the ground beside him. He straightened and turned to look at me, his expression was shy, and I was speechless. "Did you like it?" he asked rubbing his knees "I knew I couldn't bring you somewhere nice and fancy, but I can write a song," he explained. 
I kissed his cheek "I loved it. Truly." I rested my head on his shoulder. We sat there together, the sound of his guitar being gently taken by the wind. It was peaceful. He played a couple more songs before the two of us got up. He said there was a taco truck nearby that made a mean walking taco salad. I grabbed his hand before he could get too far and he turned to look at me with his brows furrowed. I bring my lips to his and he melts into me. My kisses continue until my lips have touched every inch of his face. He stands there accepting them, eyes closed and gasping for air. When I settle the last kiss in the same place I started, he sighed and rests his forehead against mine. Hands tight on my waist, I'm sure I'll be feeling it tomorrow. 
"Y/n?" he said breathlessly, "yeah?" I replied smiling "Move." I furrowed my eyebrows "Huh?" he let out a deep breath "You need to move or I'm going to kiss you like we are in the privacy of your room." My cheeks flushed "I'm going to run my hands all over your body until you're withing beneath me in absolute want. Then I'll devour you and I don't think either of us want to get arrested for public indecency." he swallows thickly "So, please... Let go," he said. I release him and he exhales a shaky breath and he takes my hand carefully before leading me back towards the taco truck. I can't help the laugh that escapes me, and it grows when I heard him muttering how he is going to have to take a cold shower later. 
Jeon Jungkook was going to be the death of me. 
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My mother cooed and awed as I walked down the stairs in my floor length ballgown. I thought her reaction was overdramatic, but when my eyes moved to Jungkook, well he made my mother look undramatic. He looked at me as if I was the one who put the stars in the sky. I stopped in front of him "Only dropping me off?" I questioned and he nodded "You're stunning, do you know that?" his voice softens and he moved his hand towards my hair, he strokes a piece off my forehead, his gaze thoughtful as he stared at me. "You try to hide it, but there's no use. You're beautiful, and it frustrates the heck out of me," he whispered.
"Alright let me take a picture!" my mother said cutting the moment short, I was still blushing from his complement, Jungkook moved out of the way, but I held onto his forearm "She meant with you," I said. He looked over my, all dressed up and then at him in his jeans and a white shirt "I hardly think I'm dressed for that," he replied. I looked towards my mom and she was already giving Jungkook a look and he sighed before putting his arm around my waist, standing at my side. I smiled at the camera and my mother took a couple pictures "Alright you two, go on," she said waving us out the door. I lift the front of my dress and Jungkook grabbed the back of it, we walked towards my mother's car. He opened the door and helped me get into the passenger seat before walking around the car to the drivers side. 
"You're mom's crazy for this," he said starting the car and I rolled my eyes "I thought she taught you how to drive," I replied fixing my corsage on my wrist. "Well, I'm driving you illegally in her car even though I don't have a license," he said backing the car out of the driveway "She trusts you," I replied "Apparently too much," he muttered under his breath. The drive wasn't long, but by the time we got there the parking lot in the school was already packed. We were lucky to even find a parking spot, even though it was as far away from the school as you could get. I opened the door and stepped out and the next thing I knew Jungkook was out, grabbing the back of my dress "I thought you were just dropping me off," I said looking over my shoulder at him. "Your night would be ruined if your dress got all muddy," he replied and I giggled before walking to the school "alright."
When we got into the gymnasium everyone was already on the dance floor, but it was a slow song. "Do you like dancing?" I asked ignoring the fact that he was trying to leave as soon as he got me in here. "No." I chewed on my lower lip "Oh... Okay," I whispered trying to now sound so disappointed "Ask me anyways," he countered and I hesitated before looking at him "will you dance with me?" and he nodded "Yes," he replied. He took my hand in his warm, big one and pulled me towards the dancefloor. As soon as we got to the edge of the dance floor I walked up to him and put my hand on his heart, and rested my head next to it. His body froze a moment , but then he circled one of his arms around my waist and pulled my body closer to his. 
I released a breath that I was holding and something eased in my heart. He gently pushed my hair behind my ear and he rests his chin on top of my head. My heart shivered. He ran his thumb lightly over the sensitive skin of my back. I turned my head to look around to see that there was not a single person looking at us. Jungkook swore he wore a target on his back that points out all his flaws so everyone could only see the bad in him. "No one is even looking," I said holding onto his arm "Maybe you just pull out the best in me," he replied and I grinned. "Then maybe I should stick around. Just, you know, to save you some trouble," I said getting him to chuckle. I lifted my head to look at him and he looked towards me with such an intense gaze, so light, and just happy. 
I wipe a bead of sweat from his temple and bury my fingers in his hair. I couldn't help but smile at him, loving how beautiful e was, how beautiful he made me feel. I loved him. I let out a laugh before dropping my head to his chest. The reality of it hitting me. I mean those feelings were probably there since the day we met, building beneath the surface, but watching him smile, at me, there was no denying it. I loved him. "Will you stay?" I asked looking at him with hopeful eyes and he let out a long sigh, running his fingers through his hair "Are you asking me to be your prom date?" he questioned and I nodded my head "I am," I replied. He sighed "I can't..." he shook his head "You deserve to date..." he was searching for the right thing to say.
"Jungkook. If you are telling me I'm the one who wants some perfect guy, then you are going to... you are going to piss me off." I pointed a finger at him "I want you. However you are, whatever you are, I want you. And I'll fight to get inside that head as many times as it takes. Over and over and over. Don't you dare doubt me." I take his hand in mine and dragged him further into the crowd until we were in the middle of the floor where there were lights dance around our feet. I start dancing like wild to the next song which was a much faster than the last one. He chuckled before dancing around with me, taking my hands and spinning me around him. 
I managed to convinced Jungkook to stay for the entirety of prom. Through the couples pictures, through the ballots, through the election, through the first dance, all the way too the end of the night when he was supposed to pick me up and bright me home. We walked out of school the same way we walked in, me carrying the front of the dress and him carrying the back of it. He helped me into the car and got into the drivers side, but instead of starting the car, he just held onto the wheel. "Hey," I said and he looked towards me "I- I had fun," he said and I could see how sincere he was by his eyes. "You've helped me remember what it's like to love and to feel love again." My heart raced as he spoke, love was a big word, I didn't expect him to speak about it.
"I want to spend the rest of high school as... whatever you want me to be," he said looked back at his hands that were tight around the wheel, "What I want you to be... Jungkook, what do you want to be to me?" I asked him and he looked at me like I had asked him an impossible question "I don't deser-" "What do you want to be to me?" I asked him again and he let out a sigh "I want to be with you," he said reaching out to place his hand on my cheek "I want to be your boyfriend," he admitted to me. "That's what I want you to be too," I told him leaning in so my forehead against his mouth, a smile coming to my own "I've been waiting for you to ask me," I added as he kissed my forehead "So we're doing this," he said as I pulled away "I guess we are."
"I want you." I told him again, "And I don't care what your last name is, and I don't care who your parents are or how much money you have or don't have. I just want you. exactly as you are." He smiled a beautiful smile that showed his bunny teeth and dimples. He brought me home, leaving me in the doorway with a kiss goodnight. I remember how my father warned me about boys and how they like to play with your heart. I was young then, in middle school, when boys and girls start getting interested in one another. I swore off boys when one of my friends got her heart broke by a boy who didn't even remember her name the night after they had sex. But then my mother told me that there were good boys too, and until Jungkook I didn't believe her. 
He loves with every single beat of his heart. He thinks of me constantly, always drawing and writing about me. He asks for a a full report of what I had done when he is not by my side, what I am doing, where I was, who I was with and if I was okay. He helped me study, went with me to tour the nearby college, even helped me apply. I was terrified, growing up scared me, but he protected me from those fears, reminded me of who I am. He treated me with respect, loved every part of me, even my flaws. He made me happy, really happy, like I was dancing on air happy. 
My parents and I were in the middle of eating dinner when there was a knock on the door. Both of them looked at me, meaning I was the one who would have to get up and answer it. I excused myself and walked to the door, pulling it open to see Jungkook panting as if he had just ran a full marathon. "Your parents home?" he asked and I nodded pulling him inside, shutting the door and leading him into the dining room. "Oh honey get him a plate," my mom said patting my dad who was about to get up "It's okay, I ate, but I just well, I wanted to open this... with people who cared," Jungkook said showing me a letter from his dream college. I pulled him to sit down next to me and he took a shaky breath in, "Your grades are good," my mother told him and he nodded "And you worked hard at the firm," my father added.
His hands were shaking as he unsealed the envelope, pulling out the piece of paper and he unfolded it his eyes were scanning it over. I leaned over his arm to sneak a peek and I gasped "You did it!" I said getting my parents to cheer, I pressed a kiss to his cheek "You did it," I told him. He had tears in his eyes but a smile on his lips "And it's going to be paid for," he added under his breath. I pulled him into a hug, and we all started talking about him moving out there and how we were proud of him. But there was a part of my mind that couldn't stop my chest from aching because that means he would live far from me. 
"I'm proud of you," I whispered stroking his cheek. The two of us were laying on our sides, facing each other in the darkness of my room. He reached up taking my hand in his own, bringing it to his mouth to kiss it. He was silent for a long time, as if debating on whether he should bring it up or not. "Your application?" he asked quietly and instantly my eyes watered with disappointment. Today had been such a lovely day for him, I didn't want what was going on with me to effect it. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest "What happened?" he mumbled into the top of my head. "Wait list," I answered simply, squeezing my eyes shut, trying to act not as bothered as I was.
"It doesn't define your worth," he said stroking my head, but that's easy for him to say with a full ride to the college of his choice. I didn't get to dwell on it long, surprise striking me when he speaks up "I could wait." I shot up and looked down at him and he was serious "Wait?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows and he nodded "So we can still graduate at the same time," he explained his thinking. "No. I won't let you do that. You worked hard, and who says they'll give you a full ride next time," I told him and he moved up to his elbows "I care more about you though-" "If you didn't go to college because of me I'd never forgive myself," I cut him off and he sighed "And you'll be okay staying behind while I go?" he asked sitting all the way up so we were face to face "As long as you are following your heart-" "You're my heart." I place my hand over his mouth to stop him "You can follow your dream," I told him.
He takes my hand off his lips "You are my dream," he whispered and I smiled "And you're mine," I replied squeezing his hand. "I want you to go to college, and I'll get revaluated next year," I told him and he sighed "Promise you will be okay?" he asked and I nodded but my heart had a sinking feeling. He cupped my face "This is the very first page, not where the storyline ends," he said stroking my face "My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again." I lean in to place a gentle kiss against his lips, which turned into something more. 
I was enchanted to meet you.
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He's laughing now. "That's crazy. Why are you jealous?" Jungkook asked running his fingers through his hair, I shrug, mumbling something under my breath as heat climbed up my neck. "Wait, what's that?" he asked trying to keep looking at me as I turn my back towards him. "Are you worried I'm going to leave you for another woman?" he questioned in a teasing voice "Shut up, I'm not jealous." he chuckled not believing me "I'm not, I swear. I'm not jealous. I'm just- I'm just..." I felt my tears well in my eyes. I'm having a hard time. But I never get a chance to say that as he picks me up, and spins me around "Awe, you're so cute when you're jealous." I squeeze my eyes shut in attempt to stop them, but tears fall anyway.
I've cried so much over the last two days. I had no idea how I had any left, but I do and they're falling down my cheeks like rain. Jungkook sets me back on my feet, and turns me to face towards him, needing to see with his own eyes to register what was happening. He pulled me to his chest, running his fingers through my hair "I'm sorry- I didn't think- I didn't-" I knew he felt bad that I was crying, but I could not get it together. I know once he leaves this town, and his past, he isn't going to want to come back. People outside this town will know him, and they will adore him and he won't be my own little secret anymore and I won't be his wildflower that grew through the cement cracks. "I'm sorry. You have no reason to be jealous," he said once my sobs had turned into nothing more than a few sniffles here and there "You're still my favorite person, Y/n. You always will be," he said.
My lips parted, but nothing came out. "You have to say something baby. You are very quiet and that's starting to freak me out." Baby. That's what did things to me. I liked it. Far too much. "You have nothing to apologize for," I tried really hard to swallow all those insecurities. "So- don't apologize," I look up at him "You are perfect.. you really are," the last part left my lips as nothing but a whisper. He reached up to cup my cheeks "Isn't it obvious?" he asked "This. What I feel for you. This is real love. It always has been." My eyes widen and my mouth opens "Y-you you love me?" I asked and I could see the fear flash over his face. 
"I know I'm not smart or responsible, and I know my motorcycle makes weird noises, and your dad probably hates me, but we have this whole thing between us..." His thumb strokes my cheeks "But I love you. I love how you obsess over shows, I love that serious face you get when you're working on a problem. I love it when you get excited and your voice gets all scratchy-" "It does not!" I whined getting him to smile "I love how you put your all into everything you do, including people. I love that you put up with my shit but call me out on it too. I love that you bothered me every morning in school and that you believed in me when I couldn't." he grabs my shoulders to shake me "I just love you." he said as if he could get me to believe it better that way. "I love you too," I admitted
The call that his train had arrived to the station was heard over the intercoms and he had five minutes to get on before it left again. I wrap my arms around him, and he wrapped his arms around me. The last goodbye. I lean into him and kiss his neck. A soft peck and nothing more. He lifts my head off his shoulder, tilting my face up to his, scrolling over my features. Only then did I noticed he had tears in his eyes "I thought I was tougher than a word," he said resting his forehead against mine "But I just discovered that having to say goodbye to you is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do." I wanted to beg him to stay, but instead I lean up pressing my lips to his, kissing him, hard. This was me saying goodbye. 
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He's so beautiful, I think it makes my eyes hurt. Or at least made me sick. When my mom told me he was walking up the driveway I rushed up to my room. I don't know why, I guess I was nervous, I hadn't seen him since last summer. I looked in the mirror to see that my cheeks were glowing and my forehead was so shiny you could see it from space. I quickly dabbed away at my forehead, and pulled my hair from my face in hopes to cool down. "Y/n!" my mother calls from downstairs "Coming!" I replied, but my feet wouldn't move right away. I needed to gain confidence before facing him. "Y/n!" my mom called again and this time I manage to get down the stairs, Jungkook was in the middle of hugging my father, telling him about his football college experience. 
My heart was thumping and he hadn't even turned to look at me yet, I couldn't imagine- My heart stopped. He was still Jungkook, but he looked slightly older, more slimmed out, but stronger. Football practice must be brutal for him to get that muscular. "Y/n," he said opening his arms and that was enough for me to go running into his arms, crashing into his chest, my arms wrapping around his torso. "Jungkook," I mumbled against the shirt of his chest and the two of us stood there in a comfortable embrace until my mom called from the dining room asking if Jungkook was hungry from his travels. I was reluctant to let him go, but neither of us could resist my mother's cooking.
We sat down at the table, in the same position we were when Jungkook found out he got into his dream college. My father and Jungkook talked on and on about the football team, apparently my father was into college football and watched every one of Jungkook's games on TV. "How are you doing in math?" my mother asked him as the two of them were washing the dishes, he was washing, she was rinsing and I was drying. Jungkook looked sheepishly at the plate he was cleaning "I may have slipped up a bit," he admitted getting my mother to look towards him scoldingly "You need to keep your grades up so you can stay on the team," she reminded him in a motherly way and he nodded "I know, I let them slip, but I got myself a tutor, Yuna," he explained "And with her help we managed to get by grade to a B- by the end," he added.
She still shook her head "A B- ? How far did you let it slip?" she questioned getting the three of us to giggle a little bit "I'm a little lost with you both," he told us and I couldn't help but smile. "So Yuna?" my mother asked and my heart sunk a little bit, a part of me didn't want to hear about the girl who saved his math grade. "I asked the professor who was the top of the class and begged her to tutor me, and let me tell you, she doesn't seem friendly," he said chuckling. "Everyone told me she's a little weird. She's the girl in the back of class, pink hair but wearing all black, but I remember when other people were judgmental of me. She's really just shy," he said smiling. "We bonded through music, she wore a band Tee and we chatted about music. Once we were friends she was more than happy to help," he added. 
He went on and on talking about her as if she was his new best friend. I had to intentionally remind myself not to make a face when he spoke of her. Eventually he moved onto talking about his other friends, but he didn't talk about them the same way he did about her. It was almost as if he cared about her more than them. As soon as the last dish was passed towards me, I dried it quickly before rushing out of the room. "Honey?" my mom called but I went straight into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me. I took a deep breath in and then blew it all out after a moment. I reminded myself that I also moved on from college, I got a well paying job, and my application should be reevaluated next year. 
There was a gentle knock on the bathroom door "Honey?" my mother asked again slightly worried. I splashed my face with some water before opening the door to see her and Jungkook waiting. "My stomach hurt," I lied my mother nodded but Jungkook looked like he didn't quite believe me, "I'm going to get ready," I replied pushing passed the two of them and up to my room. Once inside I started working on my make-up, tying my hair up in a cute ponytail, afterwards I pulled on the cute dress I had gotten at the thrift store. When I walked down the stairs Jungkook was watching football with my father and my mother was in the corner reading another book. 
I walked over and sat down next to my mother who barely batted an eye at me, but I could feel an intense gaze on me. I turned my head to see Jungkook looking at me and his lips form the word beautiful. It was almost as if he didn't want my father to hear him blatantly tell me I was beautiful, I couldn't help but turn bashful as I look at my mother. "Jungkook said some kids are going to meet up for fireworks. He'd take you," my mother said and I couldn't help but feel embarrassed, like the little sibling he had to bring along "I don't know," I answered my hands gripping tightly on my dress. "Why not? You're even all dressed up'' she asked with a furrow of her eyebrows "My stomach still doesn't feel good," I told her with a shrug. "Why don't you lay down for a bit and we will ask you later," she said and I nodded before getting up and heading back into my room. I wanted to skip the fireworks, so I lied and said my stomach hurt, but maybe it was the butterflies. It felt weird to be in the same space as him, after a year of not seeing each other. I didn't know what experiences he went through, who he had met, how was I supposed to believe he still thought about as he used to, as I think of him. Whenever I am around him I just feel like I need to get away. I wanted to be asleep, that lovely dark place where these anxieties and sadness can't follow me. "I knew you'd be here," his voice causes the hair on the back of my neck to rise. He chuckled "If your stomach really hurt, you wouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning, you're a wimp," he said, I looked over my shoulder at him and he had a bright smile.
I had managed to last all day. I think a part of him knew that too. I looked up into the sky as if I was waiting for the sky to light up in color. "You've been distant," he said walking up to stand next to me "No- I haven't," I stuttered through words even though he was right. His fingers brushed against the back of my hand "You hardly even hugged me," he said in a teasing tone. "I'm so scared." I admitted. I turned to face him "It's all going to end soon, one way or another. I'm hanging on by my fingernails. I have no idea if their investment in me will ever pay off. And I'm so lonely sometimes I could cry. I lost my best friend. I spend all my time with a huge frightening man who wants to kill me, and he's probably my only friend now, even though he doesn't want to be and it sucks."
His mouth presses on my cheek. A kiss. A miracle. Jungkook's warm breath, fanning my cheek. His fingertips slide into my palms, and my fingers curl into his "Baby, no." I feel my head spinning and I tighten my grip on his hand. "I'm their saddest great achievement." I finally let the waterworks fall, my sobs unbearable. He caught me in his arms, running his fingers through my hair trying to soothe me. "No, baby," he repeated holding me tight "We are all so proud of you. We love you, no matter what you do," he said but I shook my head no, "I'm just some girl from high school you had a fling with," I cried remembering how my coworker said he forgot everything about high school when he went to college. 
"You aren't just some girl that happened to come into my life, Y/n," he said pulling me back so he could look me in the eyes "You're the girl," he wiped the tears off my cheeks "You came blazing into my life and demanded that I fall fiercely in love with you. Not just kinda, not sorta. I've fallen so deep in love with you, that I know it's more than love. It's LOVE. It's fierce. It's more than I ever imagined my life would be filled with. I love you Y/n." His eyes were begging me to believe him, as if the fact that I don't drove him insane. I sniffled as he tried his best to wipe the tears off of my cheeks  "I love you, Y/n. I love you so much, that I can't imagine what life was like before you, or what it'll be after you."
"Is Yuna what's after me?" the waterworks started up again, I couldn't take it, his words, so sweet like a hand caressing my neck, but then they also close to choke me. "You seemed to really like being with her and you go to the same college-" "she's not you." I calm down enough to look at him once again "What?" I tilted my head to the side "She. isn't. you." I was scared to believe what he sounded like he was saying, is what he was saying. "She's pretty, but her face doesn't transform into sunlight when she looks at me." he chuckled "She's funny but not spit out your drink in astonishment funny." It felt like my heart was going to explode as his eyes moved down to my lips under the glow of the booming fireworks. He moved his ace a little closer to mine, looking into my eyes, "when I see her I don't feel like I have to talk to her, or do something- anything to get her to swing that gaze on me." My hands were shaking when he tucked hair behind my ears and breathed "You haven't done anything to gain my attention in a really long time." His nose brushes against mine "I fell in love with you our senior year, when I discovered I could turn your cheeks pink with just a word. Then I fell in love with you." his lips find mine. His lips were soft, almost silken, and pillowy against my own. I could feel the soft tickle from his breathing, his fingers carding through my hair as we breath each other in. I veer back when I felt something drip on my forehead. Jungkook's thumb brushes over my forehead revealing that it was nothing but water. The drips multiply quickly "Come on," Jungkook said, taking my hand "Let's head inside." He pulled me to my feet and we booked it towards the house, branches scraping at my legs as the sky opens up and the rain spills out. 
We crash through the back door that was connected to the kitchen. I was hot and cold all at once. And completely soaked. My hair sticking to my cheeks, my dress clinging to my body. Jungkook, too, is soaked through, his hair in clumps of wet curls, his chest heaving. He pulled me close to him and kissed me again. Our wet bodies sticking together. His hands are traveling to my back, his shaking fingers unzipping my dress. He peels the dress off my skin and over my head. I peel away his shirt. Kissing and walking, heading toward the living room couch half-dressed, the rain blurring the view out of every window. The room is dark with the storm until a crack of lightening flashes, brightening everything up.
I then realized my parents could come home any moment. Watching fireworks wouldn't be fun in the pouring rain. I climb off of Jungkook's lap and rushed into the kitchen to collect our wet clothes "My parents," I remind him tossing his shirt towards him before running up the stairs to my bedroom. What I hadn't anticipated was for him to chase after me "What are you doing?" I asked as we both entered my room. He pulled the door shut behind him and locked the door "Like hell," he cursed walking towards me, his hands finding my waist like they were magnets to each other "My girl is half naked and you think I'd pass it up?" he whispered before backing me onto my bed. My cheeks were burning "You're girl?" I questioned as he crawled between my legs, over me "Who's else would you be?" he questioned
His lips found mine instantly and they were soft at first. Just featherlight touches, as if he's memorizing the shape of my lips with his own. His tongue sweeps my lips and then inside my parted lips and kisses me so deeply I feel dizzy. His hands hold onto my waist, his mouth is fused to mine, hungry and demanding. I pour everything I have into the kiss. All my love, my loneliness, my hopes, my sadness. Jungkook takes it and give me everything in return. We get tangled up in each others arms and his mouth finds the pulse in my neck, behind my ear, at the base of my throat, kissing me like he can't get enough. He pushes one thigh between my legs and even through my panties and his jeans, I find relief I didn't know I needed. Almost. It's still not enough, so I moan into his mouth.
He raises himself up on his elbows and peers down at me, his eyes hooded, lips swollen from our kisses. He is the hottest guy on the planet, and he's mind. At least for tonight. "don't stop," I beg. He grins, rolling over on his side, sliding one hand between my legs. A shockwave rocks my body. His palm moves in a small circle, and the heel of his hand presses into the spot that's aching for him. My body is like a live wire, seconds away from exploding. Heat prickles at my skin as he kisses a path down to my breasts. He unhooks my bra and warm lips brush my nipple. his tongue coming out for a taste, I felt dizzy. When he closes his mouth over me I stop breathing. 
Each teasing lick makes me hotter and hotter. Under his grip, I thrash, my body searching for something. He shifts again, taking my other nipple into his mouth. And then he moves lower, his lips gliding down to my stomach. My heart stops when he moves between my legs. I can feel his hands trembling as he slides my panties down my legs. A sharp intake of breath is all he gives before his mouth lowers onto me. It feels good. So good. his tongue finds a sensitive spot, causing my hips to buck up. A loud moan flies out. I dig my teeth into my bottom lip and try to stay quiet but Jungkook is driving me crazy. I grab the back of his head to pull his hair and he peers up at me "Do you want me to stop?" he questions and I shake my head no. He keeps going. His tongue is magic, flicking against me in a relentless rhythm. 
His fingers trace a path up my inner thigh he lifts his head as if to ask for permission again and I give it to him with an anxious nod. No one had touched me since him. He slides one finger slowly inside me. He settles back between my legs and his shoulders push me open so far that I should be blushing, but all I can feel is anticipation. With one arm looped around my thigh and eases a second finger into me. The muscles in my legs tighten. My fingers digging into his skull but he doesn't stop kissing me even as the pleasure crashes over me in waves that drag me under. Once I go limp, he climbs up and lies beside me, drawing me towards him. His lips find my neck again and he breathes deeply. "Jungkook," I whispered into his ear "Do you want me to- uh, you know?" I mumbled vaguely about the bulge on my thigh. 
"Uh. yeah, sure," he replied pulling back, looking as if he was trying not to laugh "Yeah sure? I don't have to if you don't want-" "I want." he answered so comically fast that I was the one laughing now. "I really, really want." he quickly eases down his jeans. I moved to the floor and knelt between his legs. I want to do this right, but because I can feel him watching me, self-consciousness makes me want to run. "Was the last time with... me?" he questioned noticing my hesitance and I shake my head embarrassed, but he leaned down pressing a kiss on my forehead "My last time was with you too," he answered. "Tell me how to make you feel good." I said feeling a bit better "It's already good." his eyes were hazy and he cups the back of my head, gently threading his fingers through my hair. 
His other hand reaches for one of mine and he slowly wraps my fingers round him." You use both," he whispered, I give him a little pump. "Good," he told me. Feeling bolder, I take the tip of him in my mouth and suck. He almost jerks off the bed. I smile against him, enjoying the noises he's making. I might not have experience but I hope my enthusiasm makes up for it because I really want him to feel as good as he's made me feel. I want him to lose control. He keeps stroking my hair and I get my wish sooner rather than later. he comes apart beneath me, trembling wildly. As I pull away from him I hear a knock on my door "Honey?" my mom's voice comes through the door "Yeah?" I replied thanking the Lord that Jungkook had locked the door.
"Feeling better?" she asked and I looked towards Jungkook "Much better," I answered her while staring at him. "I'll see you in the morning then. I promised Jungkook I'd to bring him to the station," she replied and I heard her footsteps head down the hall towards her room. "Morning?" I asked almost sadly and he nods before pulling his clothes back on, and I follow his lead pulling on some pajamas. When I turn around Jungkook was laying in my bed, "Come here," he said pulling me down to lay beside him "Just close your eyes and go to sleep," he said. My voice is muffled against his chest "You promise you won't leave?" he kisses my forehead "I promise." I snuggle closer, losing myself in the warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart. And when I wake the next morning he's gone, leaving me nothing but a post it note.
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I walked into my parents house that was packed with all sorts of people. Now that I was older, New Years Eve parties became a bigger event than Christmas in the winter. Every adult, teen and child my parents knew were packed in our house and backyard. I found my mother and father in the kitchen, the two of them slightly buzzed, I could tell by how they kissed me on the cheek, squeezing me tightly between the two of them. I took a glass of champagne and went out on the front porch where there weren't any people. That's when I saw someone walking down the sidewalk with a backpack against their back. As they came closer, I realized the stranger, was no stranger at all, but Jungkook.
"Y/n?" he asked with a bunny grin, I set my glass down before rushing down the stairs to throw myself into his arms. He caught me and spun the two of us around before letting me down on my feet. My heart gave a little beat at the acknowledgment Jungkook had shown up. I slid my hands down his biceps to his elbow and finally his wrists. "Are you going to stay for a while?" I asked trying not to build up too much hope. Maybe he had some kind of... Something he'd come for besides me. Turning his wrists, he slid his hands down until we were palm to palm. "I just rode a four hour train ride to get here. Who else would I be here for?" I loved this man.
That was what I thought. What I said though was completely different thing. "Come in," I said, taking a step away from him before blinking at him. He really was standing there, in the middle of the sidewalk in his hoodie with a backpack on. he was here. Here. With a squeak I hadn't made since I was probably twelve , I threw my arms around his arm and hugged him once more for a split second. "Come on," I said dragging him into the house, I knew my parents were going to be excited to see him. I brought him into the kitchen and my parents threw their arms around him, asking him all sorts of questions. Clearly they had missed him too. He wasn't able to make it to last years New Years Party, and took summer classes, so none of us had seen him for quite some time. 
He's so pretty I could cry. Pretty boy, with pretty hair and pretty eyes, and he's all mine. At least, he was. I don't know if he still was. My heart clutches at the thought. I walk over to my parents and Jungkook, he smiles putting his arm over my shoulders to pull me to his side. "Hold onto her son. For as long as time lets you," my father drunkenly mumbled causing me to blush "I will." he didn't even hesitate. I looked up at him, finding those brown eyes smiling down at me with devotion I had never experienced or imagined being on the receiving end of. A warmth floods my chest, pounding and expanding with every passing second I spend under his gaze, but his side. Jungkook looked at me with a world of possibilities shining bright and dazzling in his eyes. A promise. "I plan on spending the rest of my life with her. I'm not letting her go anytime soon."
My parents walked away with a satisfied grin, and I instantly brought my fist to his side. "Ouch, hey," he whined rubbing where I had attacked him "Why did you say all that?" I asked "My parents don't think we are together..." and he tilted his head to the side "Do you think we are together?" he asked changing his goofy demeanor to something more serious. "I- I thought so-" "What changed your mind?" he questioned ignoring the rest of the party "Uh well, you are gone and I don't want to hold you back." he cups my cheeks forcing me to look nowhere but his eyes "You aren't holding me back, you are what keeps me going towards the future," he said. I nod my head, blushing as onlookers were looking towards us "I love you," he said easing my heart. 
"I love you too Jungkook," I replied feeling my lip twitch into a frown as I look straight at his chest "I feel selfish," I whispered. Tears well in my eyes "You went to college to get away, but I kept pulling you back here..." I looked up at him "Maybe we should just be friends," I said looking up at him and he furrowed his eyebrows "Is that what you want?" he questioned and I shrugged my shoulders "You should find someone who doesn't remind you of the past," I replied. He took my hands in his "You don't remind me of the past," he said sternly "You look like my future," he said before pulling me to his chest. My ear was pressed right against his heart, it was beating wildly as if it was trying to bust out.
"You look beautiful tonight," he whispered towards the side of my head and I slide my arms around his torso "did you miss me?" I asked. "Every fucking day." I chew on my lower lip, "Did you miss me?" he question and I held him tighter as if he'd disappear in thin air if I let go "So much it hurts," I answered before lifting my head to look at him "What are we?" I asked even though my heart is in my stomach waiting for his response. "I don't know," he replied, moving a hair off my right shoulder, bringing his lips to my neck. "What do you want us to be?" his breath dances across my exposed skin and I shudder with anticipation.
 "Everything."
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I stepped off the train in the stranger city, so much bigger than our hold home town. I felt a wave of panic shoot through me as people's elbows and shoulders bumped into me. I followed the crowd off the platform and looked around the city streets. I pulled out my phone checking the directions to the apartment my mother said Jungkook was rooming in. It had been two years since I'd actually seen him in person. We stayed in touch through email, and eventually once he got himself a phone we would call and text when we could, but with busy schedules even those became less and less frequent. It wasn't long until I got to the university, people my age filled both sides of the street. I looked down at my phone to see that I was almost at his apartment. My phone dinged when I arrived to his front step and I shoved it in my back pocket walking up to the door.
I knocked on it and waited a moment. I don't know why I had expected Jungkook to answer, I hadn't even told him I was coming. "Hello?" the young man said, he couldn't have been a year or two older than me "Hi, uh, I'm Jungkook's friend from his hometown, uh y/n," I introduced myself. He smiled a big boxy smile "By the way he talks about you I'd say you were more than just friends," He teased before stepping to the side "He's not back from class yet, but he should be soon, come in," he said and I stepped into the apartment. It was quite big and fairly clean, "I'm Taehyung and that's Jimin," he said leading me into the living room where another boy was "We are Jungkook's roommate, although we are seniors in college, now so he kinda has bad luck," Taehyung said sitting down.
I sat down on another cough smiling politely as I scanned the area "So, what was Jungkook like in high school?" Jimin asked with a smirk. "Uh-well he was quite angry, he had a short fuse," I explained and they looked bewildered "What?" I questioned, "Nothing, he just, I swear I've never seen him not smile, he's like the chilliest dude," Taehyung explained and I nodded my head "Well, he had shitty parents and shitty classmates so being here must be paradise," I said shifting uncomfortably, although I'm glad Jungkook excelled here, it still hurt that I wasn't enough. "Is he happy, like truly, really?" I questioned, they both smiled "I think he'd be happier with you around," Jimin said as his lips formed a smirk. "He doesn't like to talk about his past, family or hometown, but he loved talking about Y/n," Taehyung said causing my cheeks to flush.
I heard the front door open "Professor Grey assigned me so much homework!" Jungkook complained from the door like a little kid and then he rounded the corner and nearly frozen in place. "Y/n?" he questioned a bolt of feeling leaving me breathless and I stood up, my knee jerk reaction was to run away, but that would be weird considering I was in his house. Just the sound of his voice has my heart racing in a way that feels dangerous. The jarring shift from fear to joy has my palms sweating, delirious with feeling. I'd been so nervous this whole time and now. He's here. Right in front of me. He looked older now, if I thought he was fit before, he must be a body builder now. He looked perfect and beautiful. I open my mouth to speak but no words could come. I shake my head searching desperately for the right words but I can't speak.
I can only stare at him as he steps forward, his eyes bright and shining. He pulled me into his arms. A few tears roll down my cheeks. I press my face into his neck and try, but fail to pull myself together. "S-sorry," I apologized, I hadn't expected to cry upon seeing him again. He pulled away enough to look at me "I'm sorry," I repeated and he furrowed his eyebrows "What happened?" he questioned pushing hair out of my eyes to take his face in my hands "What are you sorry for?" he asked. "I just-" I let out a laugh in self pity, thankful his roommates had left the room ages ago "I just started crying out of nowhere for no reason," I explained, but he shook his head no "I know it's not out of nowhere," he said pulling me back into his arms.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered into the side of my head "I'm so sorry for everything you've gone through in the past two years, it kills me to know you were suffering and I couldn't be there for you," he said causing my eyes to well with tears again. "I don't want to think about it right now." I shake my head. "Right now all I want is this. I just want to be here. With you. Whatever comes next, we'll face it together." he turned his head so his lips were against my temple "Y/n," he said softly. A wave of feeling washes over me. Hearing him say my name makes it feel real, makes us feel real. I meet his eyes and he smiles pulling away from me "You know-" he tugs at the straps of his backpack before tossing it on the couch "I feel everything when you touch me. I can feel your excitement. Your nervousness. Your pleasure." he smirked walking towards the stairs, and I follow him with red cheeks "I love the way you respond to me. I love the way you want me. I feel it, when you lose yourself, the way you trust me when we are together. And I feel your love for me." he whispered opening the door to what I assumed was his room. "I feel it in my bones."
I walk in and he shuts the door behind him and the second the door clicks closed I'm clinging to him, my lips on his. Wrapping my arms around his neck, running my hands through his hair, pulling him into me. He tastes so sweet. So hot, so sweet and I keep trying to say his name but I can't even find time to breathe, much less to say a single word. I push him off me. I undo his shirt, my hands shaking and fumbling with the buttons and I get so frustrated I just rip it open, buttons flying everywhere, and I don't have a chance to push the fabric off his body before he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his hips heading towards his bed. He dips me backwards until the mattress is under my head and he leans over me cupping my face in his hands, his thumbs two parentheses around my mouth and he pulls me close and kisses me, kisses me until time topples over and my head spins into oblivion.
It's a heavy, unbelievable kiss. It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world. The kind that takes forever and no time at all. His hands were holding my cheeks, and he pulls back just to look me in the eye, his chest heaving "I think," he started "My heart is going to explode." I wish now more than ever, that I knew how to capture moments like these and revisit them forever. Because this. This was everything. "Me too," I whispered, we stare at each other, nearly nose to nose now. And it feels... comfortable, tentative, new and strange. His eyes search my face. "I've been waiting for two years for you to see me." he said the words clearly without hesitation, and still I can't believe them.
A lump rises in my throat. "We've only actually been with each other twice since you moved," I mumbled, "Four times. Not counting Christmas at your house." he had been keeping track. "You wore a white sundress with lemons on it for Summer Fireworks and a grey knit dress with black knee high boots for New Years," he said. My chest feels so tight, and I have to clear my throat to speak. "You're so beautiful." I doubted that. I'm wearing faded jeans and a loose shirt that keeps falling over one shoulder, and my hair is a tousled mess because it was insanely windy in this town. I know I don't look beautiful, but the way he's looking at me, I can feel it. I reach for the bottom of my shirt, then pull it over my head and let it fall to the ground. His nostrils flair when my skimpy bra is revealed. Holding his gaze, I bring my hands behind my back and undo the tiny clasp and let my bra fall away too.
He sucks in a breath. He's seen my breasts before. He's seen me naked actually, but the hunger in his eyes, the glittering admiration, it's like he's looking at me for the first time. I wiggle out of my jeans and panties, and reach up towards him. I should be nervous, but I'm not. I tug on his white T-shirt he was wearing under the button up, helping him get out of it. God, his bare chest never fails to make me light headed. It's sculpted. Masculine. So perfect. He doesn't say a work when I ease his jeans down, his underwear with it. His erection juts out, hard and imposing, and when I wrap my fingers around it, he makes a desperate noise at the back of his throat. Yet, he still doesn't touch me. His arms remain on either side of my head, holding himself up. I don't think he is even blinking.
"Is there a reason you are not all over me right now?" I questioned, suddenly a bit insecure "I'm trying to go slow," he said softly "If I touch you, I won't be able to stop and then I'll be inside of you and-" I shut him up with a firm kiss, locking my hands around the nap of his neck. I pull my lips from his, "That kind of the point.... You getting inside me." I nibble on his bottom lip, and just like that, the thread of control he was clinging to snaps like an elastic band. He growls against my lips, his strong body pressed against mine, his erection trapped between us. His body ripples with urgency as he kisses me again. He was right to warn me- he doesn't stop kissing me, not even to come up for air. He doesn't stop touching me. Everywhere. He hungrily explores my neck and breasts, belly and then he's between my legs.
His tongue flicks over my clit, hot and greedy. I felt a bit self conscious, it was different from when we were in high school and he used his fingers. It was more intimate, and made me feel exposed, but since it was Jungkook and I was now overtaken my pleasure to care how vulnerable this position makes me. My hips strain to meet him, aching for more, and he chuckles and gives me the contact I crave. He wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, and if I hadn't been lying down, I would have been keeled right over. Pleasure shoots up my spine and surges through my bloodstream. When he pushes his two long fingers inside me, my mind fragments into a million pieces. I orgasm faster than he expects, and he groans as I convulse against his fingers, his face, his tongue and his fingers working me through it.
I whimper when he removes his fingers but it was quickly replaced when I watched him reach into his bedside table to grab a condom. Swallowing hard, I watch him roll it down his length. Skillfully. I didn't want to know where he had gotten the experience. In high school or the past two years. Either way he had experience, and I didn't. "What if I'm bad at sex." I hadn't expected to say those words out loud but he looks at me fondly, lowering his body over mine, his lips brush against my temple. Softly. Sweetly. "The fact that it's you is more than enough," he said before pressing a kiss to my head before looking into my eyes "Are you sure?" he questioned and I nodded my head "Yes."
His features taut in concentration as he brings his erection to my opening. He nudges my opening and I remind myself to relax. The pressor from the intrusion is intense, and he was hardly in there. His cock was a lot bigger than the two fingers he was using moments ago. "Are you okay?" he questioned, his voice laced with concern. I nodded my head, "I need words baby," he coaxed and I cleared my throat "yes, I'm fine," I assured him. Heat unfurls in my core, and my clit pulses in time to my rapid heartbeat. Jungkook eases inn half an in where he meets more resistance. It's a foreign sensation, but not unpleasant. His eyebrows were furrowed, and the tendons of his neck strain, as if he's fighting himself for control. I think the anticipation is worse, just anticipating that the next little bit was going to hurt just as much.
"I think we need to band-aid this," I blurt out, "Forget slow. Just do it fast," I told him and he choked out a laugh shaking his head "I don't want to hurt you," he said and he stopped moving altogether. His erection neither plunging nor re-treating. Just there. "I think it'll be the same either way," I assured him and he nodded in agreement "okay. You with me?" he questioned, I held onto his shoulders and in one swift movement he's all the way inside me. The pain was already subsiding when he lifted his head to check on me, I move my hips tentatively against him and his eyes roll back into his skull. "Fuck," he whispered before looking at me "Are you okay?" he questioned again on my mental and physical state "I'm good," I assured him.
He pulls out a few inches before sliding himself back in and pleasure shoots right through me. His mouth finds mine in a sweet, tender kiss, and his hips begin to move. Thrusting and retreating in a lazy rhythm that draw a shaky noise from my throat. I hold on tight, digging my fingers into his strong back. "Wrap your legs around me," he rasped and I do, the angle changes, deeper contact, locking our bodies tighter than before. He fills me over and over and over again,, each long strong intensifying the ache inside me, until every square inch of skin his hot and tight and screaming for relief.
He reaches between us, rubbing my swollen, throbbing clit, adding extra stimulation. He increases the pace, his hips snapping forward, his lips latched on mine as if he can't bear not kissing me. When he hits a spot deep inside, the tension explodes in an orgasm so intense I didn't even make a sound. I arch my spine and slam my eyes shut, my breath stuck in my throat, my lips glued to his. "Oh fuck," he slams in one last time, his back, damp with seat, trembles beneath my palms as he grunts in release. His heart hammers against my breasts, and I feel almost smug because, I did this to him. I made him curse, groan and wobble, as if the world beneath his feet had vanished. I made him come apart. And he did the same thing to me.
Afterward, we lies on our sides, facing each other. I'm limp and sated, too lazy to move. But not too lazy to admire the beautiful man's body stretched out next to me. He's long and powerful, not a shred of fat on him, just thick muscle stretched tight against bone. His arms are deliciously ripped, his thighs massive. His fingers brush against my forehead, tucking my hair behind my ears. "You've doubted me." I furrow my eyebrows at his statement, wondering what had brought that up "Doubted my commitment to you." I felt my cheeks burn. Over the years he's been away, I always worried he had moved on without me. "And how could I blame you?" he said getting me to look at him, worry must have evident on my face "I've told you I've loved you. I tried to show you when I was home. But I never shown that I'd put your first."
"And that's my fault. I left for college, and I knew you felt like I left you behind," he said wrapping his arm around me before pulling me towards him. "I didn't-" "I know you like the back of my hand." his lips find my neck "I should've begged you to come with me," he whispered. I felt tears well in my eyes "I would've followed you anywhere if you asked," I replied softly. It's strange how you can be desperately in love with someone even when you haven't spoken to o even seen them in years. I think it's incredible how despite the distance between two people, you'll never stop loving them. That's just how love works I suppose, you either love them forever or you never loved them to begin with. Love doesn't just leave because the person does. 
When I wake up it takes me a moment to figure out that I wasn't home but in Jungkook's room. I get up and a shirt falls down to my thighs, lifting it up to my nose I smell it and all I could think was Jungkook. He must've put clothes on me after I had fallen asleep in his bed. I sneak out of the room and follow the light to the stairs, there I heard quiet voices from the living room. "It still baffles my mind that through these four years, your eyes have only been on her. I mean she's beautiful obviously, but you hardly seen each other," Jimin said, "I like being with her." I couldn't help but smile at Jungkook's words "Well no shit. Be more specific."
He sighed "It's easy being with her." he said after a long moment "She understands me in a way no one else does. When I'm not with her I wish she was there. When I am with her, I want that moment to last forever. She makes me want to be a better person, and when I think about a world where she doesn't exist... I want to burn every inch of it to the ground." I start walking down the stairs and as I do all eyes turn towards me "hey sleepy head," Jungkook greeted me with a smile "You could've woken me up," I said standing near his chair. He takes my hips and pulled me down to sit on his lap "You look cute sleeping," he replied and I rolled my eyes before looking at the other boys "Is he like this with all the girls?" I joked, secretly hoping that one of them would tell me about the other girls in his life. 
"No, he keeps girls at arms length away at all times," Jimin replied getting Taehyung to chuckle "It's like he's afraid they have cooties," he added. Jungkook rolled his eyes at his friends "For a while we thought he might be gay, but clearly he can't keep his hands off you," Taehyung said looking at Jungkook's thumb that stroked my bare thigh and then back towards my eyes. I felt heat run up my spine, "I suppose he's always been mine then," I teased. "I graduate soon. I plan on coming home for as long as you're there," he said and I sighed "I'm only home for the summer, I have school in the fall," I told him. "Then we spend the summer together."
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"What do you think?" Jungkook asked as the relator left us alone to check out the apartment to our hearts content "It's lovely," I told him doing a spin around the living room. "Should we take it?" he asked and I look at him with wide eyes "We?" I questioned and his smiled "You don't want to spend your senior year of college in the dorms do you?" he questioned. I figured he decided to move to my college town because he wanted to be closer to me, but I hadn't expected him to want me to move in with him. He chuckled at my surprised look "You have no idea how much I love you do you?" he questioned causing my cheeks to flush.
"I want to leave this world before you because I can't imagine having to go through a single day without you in the world. If this past year was a preview of that kind of life, then I can assure you it isn't a life worth living. You're my girlfriend and my best friend." He took me in his arms, his hands secure around my lower back "You're the future mother of my children and the one place that truly feels like home. You're the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, not because of anything you did or said, but because you loved me at my lowest, and my highest." My heart clenches "I want to be the kind of man who is worthy of a woman like you- if it's even possible. I promise to work every damn day to make sure you don't regret being with someone as miserable as me."
"Because when I'm with you I'm not miserable at all. You make me happy in a way that makes me afraid to blink just in case it all disappears." His vulnerability pulls at my heartstrings. "I'll give you anything you want- anything at all-so long as you give me a chance to make you as happy as you make me. A dog. A family. A home. I want it all." I felt tears well in my eyes "Jungkook, this sounds an awful lot more like a proposal for marriage than to move in with you," I teased him. He pulled away from me nervously "And if it was?" he asked reaching into his pocket to reveal a velvet box and my heart started beating out of my chest. He knelt down and opened the box to reveal the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. It was exactly what I would've wanted and the only person who knew would've been my mother. "Y/n, please, please marry me," he said a little choked up.
"Of course," I answered without hesitation as I sunk to my feet "I can't think of anything I'd want more than to be married to you," I said before throwing myself into his arms. I bury my face in the crook of his neck "is that a yes?" he questioned rubbing his hand over my back "Yes, yes, a million times yes," I replied sitting back to look at him. He took my left hand in his and then slipped the ring on my finger, "So, what does my bride to be think of this apartment?" he asked getting me to let out a laugh "I think it's the perfect place to start our life... together."
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buddie-s7 · 26 days
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BUDDIE DATE PT. 2!?
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bts-sierra · 2 years
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Superficial
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Taehyung x Reader
Requested: Prompt #3 Private Study and #23 “So good”
Genre: Smut, Angst, rich boy!Taehyung, Brother’s Best friend AU
Word Count: 3.3k
Warning: 18+, swearing, alcohol consumption, pwp, oral [f. receiving], penetrative sex, unprotected sex [wrap it before u tap it], hate sex?, teasing, grinding, praise kink, bondage, fingering, slight overstimulation, creampie, post-sex cockwarming?
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You grunt audibly, annoyed by the fact that you’re stuck at your brother’s best friend’s house. No; Correction — mansion. His parents were throwing one of those stupid, superficial, and overly grandeur parties for a social event that your family was also hosting.
“Come on, act a little entertained, y/n.” Your brother nudges your arm. 
Easy for him to say; he’s so accustomed to all of this, considering he literally grew up with his best friend. Not so much for you. Kim Taehyung was everything that you didn’t care for in life. 
“I can list at least a million other ways I’d rather be spending my Saturday night,” you snap back. 
You put up with this shallow lifestyle as much and as best as you could, but sometimes it really inconvenienced you. Like tonight, when you’d much rather be at the carnival with the boy of your dreams. But instead, you’re here because otherwise, “it looks bad.” 
You laugh inwardly just at the thought of the expectation. Why did they even care about your presence at this event? You barely indulge in their ways. 
“I need to leave this place for a while,” you inform him. 
“Wait, where are you going?” he asks.
“Somewhere that isn’t this suffocating. I’m sure there’s no shortage of such a place here.” You flash the most ingenuine smile his way before taking off.  
“Let Taehyung know!” You hear him yell after. 
Yeah, like you were crazy enough to engage with him by yourself. Not worth it. 
You grab a bottle of champagne off the table, such a superficial drink, but it’s the only superficial item you’ll allow seeing as it’s the only thing getting you through the night.
You hear the music and chatter die down as you make your way up the set of stairs by the entryway. Finally, peace. 
Or so you believed for a moment there. As you make a turn at the top of the stairs, you’re met with him.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Taehyung takes a step in your direction, blocking your path. 
“None of your business,” you roll your eyes before moving around him.
His arm wraps around your waist stopping you in your track unexpectedly. 
He can never leave you be, can he? 
You struggle to escape from his grip while he aims to steady your stance. His fingertips are cold, colder than it should be as he presses them to you. His eyes follow your gaze, taking notice of how the condensation from the chilled bottle turned the silk of your dress, a deeper shade of red.
What was the point of such a superficial dress when all it took was a little water to ruin it? 
“That’s a new record. Thought that you might survive with it on for much longer. I can arrange something for you to change into.” 
His suggestion alone was baffling. The audacity of this man. This was his fault, after all. Everything about him is everything that goes wrong in your life. 
“Your entitlement is showing, Taehyung.” You scoff. 
Removing his hand from around your waist, you make your way down the hallway attempting to recall from memory, the way to the one place in this huge, empty house that feels the most like home. The library. 
Just when you thought you had reached your share of dealing with the man for the evening, you hear his footsteps fall behind you. Fuck this. There was no knowing peace if he was ever around you.
Unsure whether he was following you, you slip behind one of the many doors in an attempt to catch a break. But before you get a chance to close it shut, he sticks his foot in between, the shoe barring you from doing so. Ugh.
“What do you want?” You bite back on your tongue from the frustration.
“You never answered me. Where do you think you might be going?” 
He pushes past the door before you get the chance to respond. Turning around, he brings his hand to rest on the door behind you, caging you in. 
You take a step back involuntarily until your back is met with the rich wood. It’s not cold like you’d expect it to be, or maybe you’re just really hot right now. 
“How does it matter to you what I’m doing in here?” 
“Because I like to keep an eye on you. And I was especially curious as to where you were headed off to looking like that, in the dress I bought for you.” 
What did he mean?
You suddenly remember how your brother had left the dress on your dresser, stating that the Kim family would like you to wear it for this occasion. And since you couldn’t be bothered with trivial things like dressing up for some fancy gala, you reached for it not thinking too much of it.
You shudder just from the thought of having something that he picked out, wrapped around your body. You don’t even try to hide the disgust as you bunch up the material to lift it off your skin. 
His hand moves from the door, down to you. 
“I thought so.” He smiles. And goddamn is it a breathtaking one. You know he’s teasing you, but you’re preoccupied wondering whether you’ve ever smiled around each other. Because if he ever had, you would remember it. 
Your breath hitches as you feel more of him on you now. His hands move down your side, smoothing out the dress. His dress. You reluctantly allow the rest of the fabric to fall from your grasp.
“If anyone gets to ruin this dress, it’s me, sweetheart.” 
His words get on your nerves, but you can’t deny that his deep, husky voice is your only weakness. How can a person sound so hot? And with the way he’s looking at you right now, you’re reevaluating all your weaknesses, because he seems to be every single one of them. 
“You’re such a menace.” 
You slip out from under him and make your way across the room. You face your back to him, trying to look busy as you fidget with the items on the table beside you. The room feels like it’s out of a dream, somewhat familiar but eerie at the same time. 
“You like it?” 
God. Why does he love torturing you?
“Like what? You? No. The dress? No. The party? No. There’s your answer. Now leave me be.” 
You watch as he moves closer towards you, and this is the first time you allow even a sliver of your attention to be consumed by him. The way he holds himself, the way his tongue swipes over his lips, the way his hair falls to his eyes in soft locks and his pretty eyes that hold your gaze.  
Has he always looked like this? Fuck me.
And then there’s the million-dollar watch displayed on his wrist, his all-black suit that’s tailored to fit his proportions, and the embellished jewelry that make his hands look dainty. How superficial. The only thing that seemed off though was the tie hanging around his neck. It’s the same shade of red as your dress. 
Your eyes go wide in realization. The tie looked more put together if he had you beside him. But, why? 
“No, none of that. Do you like this place?” 
You don’t know why you find yourself entertaining him still, but here you are. Your eyes scan the room until they settle on the shelves upon shelves of books. You grab a couple of your favourite ones that you remembered reading whenever you were over. They’re still here, your scribbles and markings evidence of it. They were all arranged in a haphazard manner that only you got, because you’re the one that put them there, in that way.
It begins to dawn on you that this was the very room you were looking for. The library. Except it doesn’t entirely look like the one from your memories.
It’s almost as if Taehyung picks up on your confusion that he speaks up. “It’s my private study. I had it remodeled.” 
Of course, he had to wreck the only good thing about this place. 
“I loved this place. That’s the answer to your question,” you sigh, defeated.
You’re too distracted by the world and the past that lay in between the pages to notice him. Your shoulders are pressed to his chest and his breath hits the back of your neck, causing you to become aware of his frame. He’s standing right behind you, and his arm reaches up for a book on one of the top shelves. It looks like a children’s book. 
He turns to the last page where it’s normally just an empty sheet of paper. But instead, there’s some writing and doodling with his name scribbled in tiny hearts. 
Ew. Who would ever willingly do that?
“It’s yours”, he says as he passes the book to you but there’s no way. You’d be crazy, possessed even to have been the one to waste ink on a name like his. 
“You were cute, always trying to catch a glance my way when you were a kid. Fought with me all the time just so I would give you attention. You had this well-hidden, I’ll give you that. But unfortunately for you, I decided to sort through them.” 
He had to be lying. Right? But the handwriting did look an awful lot like yours, thank God it’s gotten much better. You could totally act like it was never you and get away with it. Maybe. 
“You had the biggest crush on me, don’t you even deny it, y/n.” 
He was always teasing you, but you’ve never wanted to wipe that grin off his face more than you have at this moment.
“Can’t you ever keep that mouth of yours shut? You’re wrong. I really fucking hate you.” 
You set the book down. You need to get away from here. 
Before you even had the time to process everything that’d happened, he positions his hands at the ledge of the bookshelf, closing in the space between the both of you. You bring yourself to look up at him, his gaze flickers to your lips momentarily. He looks like he’s about to kiss you. And with that thought, he has you pinned against the bookshelf. His hands move to your hips, holding them in place as he lowers his lips to yours. And you tilt your head up to meet him, allowing him to kiss you.
To be fair, your mother had always encouraged you to try every drug at least once. He’s probably the deadliest of them all, but you’ll be fine as long as it was just this once. 
It’s the longest and softest kiss of your life but you don’t want to separate just yet. This wasn’t a proper kiss. You deserved more, better in fact. You move your lips against his, opening them wider as you glide your tongue over, deepening the kiss. 
It’s almost as if that triggered something in Taehyung because he switches up the pace in an instant. What did oxygen matter at this moment? His hands dig into your skin as if you’ll slip away from his touch, and he shifts his position, kissing you more aggressively. Your tongues intertwine as you lightly suck on his lips, tasting the same superficial champagne. 
His hands roam your body as he moves you both over to his desk, and his lips don’t leave yours for even a brief second. He lifts you onto the desk as he positions himself between your legs. You finally get to catch your breath when he begins to move down your jaw and to your neck, sucking and kissing at the skin. Not too hard but not gentle either. It was just the right amount to have to close your eyes and indulge in it. Your hand grabs onto his locks above his neck as he leaves a wet trail of saliva, providing you with the only relief from your burning skin. 
“I’ve. Waited. Forever. For. This.” He states between each kiss down your collarbone. 
You jerk him towards you, tightening your grip on his hair. He’s flush against you, and you can feel how strained he is. You begin to roll your hips into his, creating some friction to soothe your core. Breathy moans fall from your lips in reaction to his hardening length.
You move your hand to squeeze his cheeks with one hand, bringing yourself forward to kiss him. 
“I need you to fuck me, right now.” You say, almost like a warning. 
“Patience, sweetheart.”
His teeth sink down on your lips with one last kiss as his fingers come to your shoulders, slipping the dress off of your body. The metal rings sting against the heat from your body, causing you to shiver slightly. 
Taehyung starts to unbutton his shirt, and you yank on his tie, attempting to undo it. He takes it from your grasp and secures your hands together by knotting the tie. 
“I knew I picked the right tie for this occasion.” He smirks, pulling you towards him. 
Your legs wrap around him as his hands snake up your thigh, bunching up the fabric hurriedly and almost causing it to rip at the seams.
“Taehyung.” You warn.
He clicks his tongue in response. “It’s okay, I only bought this dress so I could take it off.”
Before you get the chance to talk back, his mouth is on yours again. What a perfect way to shut you up. He lowers you onto the flat wooden surface and momentarily pauses.
“I’ve always wondered how beautiful you’d look beneath me like this.” 
Fuck. The man knew how to use his words. 
“I bet I’d look a whole lot better with you inside me,” you challenge. 
“Shit,” he mutters under his breath. “You’re going to be the death of me, y/n.” 
You hook your arms around his neck, pulling him onto you. Your hip resumes grinding against him as you suck on the skin below his ears, earning a groan from him. 
He gives into you, rutting his hips harder, feeling your slick staining his pants. He breaks away, swiftly unbuckling his pants and discarding them. He then begins to rub your arousal along your slit through the lining of your underwear. 
“You’re such a fucking tease,” you whine. 
“Shh, sweetheart. It’ll be worth it, I promise.” 
And before you could speak up, he moves the strip of cloth to the side and starts his ministrations on your clit. Lowering himself, he brings his mouth to lick you, alternating between lightly sucking and sticking his tongue into you. You give up trying to squeeze your wrists through the tie since you’re only tightening it further. You lift your hips slightly trying to meet him halfway, unable to hold him in place.
Your moans get louder when he picks up his pace stuffing his fingers in you as his thumbs circle your clit.
“You’re so fucking tight, goddamn.” 
Your muscles involuntarily contract at the statement. 
“You need to learn not to do that,” he warns. “I’d be so fucked if I was inside you right now.” 
You whine in response. 
“Use your words, sweetheart.” 
“I need to come,” you sigh. 
“Not yet. You can’t, not until I tell you to.” 
Your hips stutter, pulling away from him as you try to control your breathing in an attempt to focus elsewhere rather than the knot building up in your core. Or so you hoped, until you feel his mouth sucking on the skin from your hips down to your inner thigh. He stops momentarily, holding your gaze before he bites into your sensitive skin.
“Fuck you, Taehyung,” you hiss. 
He brings his mouth back to your clit as his fingers continue to push into you at a relentless pace. 
“Please, please, Taehyung. Let me. I need to come,” you plead. 
“And when have you ever listened to me?” He smirks. 
God. Fuck him. 
He continues to switch his pace but never lets you catch a break. The more you pull away from him, the more he has you pinned down and the more pressure he exerts while working you up. It’s when he begins to curl his fingers inside of you, that you have no more control over your own body as it gives in to him. You come hard, your body shuddering as Taehyung slows down. 
He rubs his thumbs in circles to soothe you, before bringing his fingers to your mouth. And without being told to, you suck them clean. 
He unknots the tie and your hands immediately pull him in for another kiss as you taste yourself all over his lips.
“So eager.” He teases.
“How are you so composed?” You question in a daze. 
He wraps his hand around yours, bringing you to feel his length. 
“I’m barely surviving, sweetheart. This is what you do to me,” he whispers in your ear as you feel how hard and erect his dick is. 
You spread his pre-cum over his tip and begin to pump his length, playing with the underside of the tip. You slowly increase your pace and pressure as you move your hand up and down.
Taehyung grabs your wrist and guides you to a slower, softer pace. 
“I need you to stop or I won’t last.” 
You chuckle at his confession. Men are too easy. 
He places his hand on your face, his thumb stroking your cheeks as he presses a kiss on your nose. You tilt your head down, letting your hair fall to the front of your face.
What was that? 
Taehyung slowly moves his thumb to swipe across your lip while the rest of his hand forces your chin up. He holds your gaze for a long moment, smiling to himself before kissing you. 
He moves the both of you over by the book-wall before he props you against it, pulling you onto him so that he can support the both of you. You stare at him in a daze, unprepared for what comes next when you reflexively grind down on his erection.
You feel his tip slip between your folds a few times, gathering your slick and coating his dick. You move faster as your nails dig deeper into his shoulders, keen on feeling him inside you.
“I can take it,” you plead.
“Are you sure about that, sweetheart?” 
What was the point of the question if he didn’t give you the time to respond to it?
He positions himself at your entrance, slowly thrusting his hip slightly upwards to fit into you. You feel the stinging from having him stretch you out. You whimper, trying your best to relax so you can as much of him in as possible. 
“Shh, I know, sweetheart. I know.” He peppers little kisses down your chest to your boobs, trying you ease into you.  
His hands grab your ass, squeezing it as he brings you down into him until you’re flush with his body and he’s deep inside of you. You don’t know how you’re taking him, but you manage to adjust to the discomfort; the tears stinging your eyes are proof of your determination. 
You’re breathing sharpens in reaction to him while you try to hold back your moans. You want to show him you can actually take it, slowly pushing off of him and rolling your hips. You begin to move up and some way down his length at your own pace, watching him watch you, the way you move onto him, how you take to him.
“You’re doing so good for me,” he whispers to you. 
His praise fuels you to move faster, bouncing and circling your hips, as he sucks on your nips. You whimper as the pain slowly starts to transfer into pleasure. Taehyung picks up on how much easier it is for him to glide in and out of you and switches up the pace. 
Pinning you against the books, he thrusts further into you, alternating his pace between some fast and slower movements.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, just like that,” you scream out with each altercation as you rest your head against his, trying to even out your breathing.
Your arms wrap around his shoulder, fingers wrapped in his hair as you move against him, creating more force and friction between the both of you.
His grip on your ass gets harsher as he pulls you into him, moving you in such a way that you feel his tip hit the soft and swollen spot inside of you. After a few more, you can’t take it, can’t take him any longer. 
“Tae, I- I don’t think I can…” you trail off, a series of moans replacing the rest of your sentence.
“You can, y/n,” he urges you.
You try to distract yourself, focusing on the thuds and thumps of the books from getting shoved onto them but it only reminds you of how well he can fuck you. 
“I can’t anymore, Tae. I-I’m gonna come.”
You feel your orgasm hit you hard, your thighs tremble from the overstimulation, and you squeeze down on him as he begins to chase his own high after you. 
His pace falters every few thrusts, but he still manages to hold you in place. You can tell that he's being more mindful of his movements so that it doesn’t get too much for you.
You move on him again, slowly, but it seems to be enough to push him to finish into you. His low grunts indicate his orgasm as he continues to fuck his cum into you. 
“Fuck,” he exclaims before slowing coming to a stop. 
He still has you wrapped around him until he falls back onto the couch by his coffee table. You're propped on his lap while his fingers still linger over your skin, tracing patterns onto it as he kisses down your neck. He’s still inside of you and you make no adjustment to move off him either, relishing in this sin for another moment longer. 
Was this just another superficial event? 
It did have a ring to it. Superficial sex. Just like the champagne bottle abandoned on the floor. Just like the dress you’re still draped in. Just like the interiors of this remodeled room.
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A/N: Please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors, I tried to look over it as best as I could. Feedback is always appreciated :)
I know I haven't posted in a while but hopefully, this fic makes up for it <3
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alteringrealities · 2 years
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Him and I, and these heavenly drops
Kim Namjoon
Warnings: none
Genre: Fluff, established relationship.
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Browns have always been soothing to you. But topping everything, you have a favourite pair of brown eyes, a couple of shades darker than the damp soil you see in the distance. Odorants of soil float generously in the atmosphere, courtesy of the tender rain pouring, calming you down. Or is it his arm wrapped around you, maybe it's the feeling of his heartbeat, steady, against your temple. Either way, you feel at home.
Namjoon's other hand holds a hardcover. It stands in your lap, supported by your thighs. You two snuggle on the porch where a couple of steps away a luscious green blanket of grass, kissed by the drops of water, spread out over the backyard. Feather light touches of the raindrops caressing your skin makes you close your eyes. You inhale rather deeply, serenity filling your lungs, accompanied by some fresh oxygen. You open your eyes to look up, there they are, his eyes, damn those mystical eyes; they follow line after line of words and here you are, despite being in love with each other for almost a year now, you still cannot fathom his beauty. It fascinates you. It will always fascinate you. And you always will, just like this, look at him with wide eyes, like a child seeing the stars for the first time.
"Your gaze can be felt away from miles, baby." He cracks a smile, his dimples making a guest appearance. Who are you kidding, they're the show stealers, all the time. "What is it?" He asks, you find his fingers that were once turning the pages, under your chin.
"I only have one heart, Joon, stop stealing it again and again."
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This is a work of fiction, purely born out of the author's imagination. Any resemblance of it to reality is purely coincidental
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lynnloveshobi · 2 years
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BTS as romantic tropes.
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Kim Seokjin: best friends to lovers, soulmate AU.
"Ya, I'll tell you only if you won't laugh" He tried to contain his anxious laugh as he pulled his hair back.
"Ok I won't, I promise" You sworn putting your hand on your chest and taking a long breath.
"So you know that thing that soulmates gets hurt together, right?" He asked sitting back on the bench. You nodded waiting for his explanation. "Did you hit your head recently?" He asked trying to keep his composure for once. You've never seen your best friend this serious before.
"I think so" you shrugged calmly. Did he know someone who got hurt? Lately u were so distracted that u kept getting hurt all the time. One time you hit the cabinet, the other you fell down the chair. You kind of felt sorry for your soulmate, they must have been in quite the pain.
"yeah, you need to stop, I can't keep getting bruises" he scoffed turning his head. "As much as I like you, I have a career to preserve" He couldn't help but laugh at his own words. "You like me? WAIT YOU GOT HURT TOO?" You jumped from the chair, your heart pounding in your chest.
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Min Yoongi:  best friend's brother, forbidden romance.
"I swear if you don't lower your voice, they'll find us" he put a finger on your lips, shushing you before grabbing your hand and dragging you down the stairs as quick as possible. You tried to contain the giggles as  he lead the way down trying to pass unnoticed. When you were finally out of the backdoor, he wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you close to him. "Get home safe, little one" He whispered in your hear before planting a soft kiss on your head.
"I will" u smiled still hiding in his chest. "You gotta go, c'mon" He reluctantly pulled away. "I'll pick u up tomorrow" He pushed you towards the fence. "I'm counting on it" You stole one last kiss before he picked you up and helped you jump to the other side "See you tomorrow"
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Jung Hoseok:  first love, one bed stranded.
"you are sure you don't mind sharing the bed right? I can sleep on the-" You stopped Hoseok as you pulled the duvet over you, laying on your side and patting on the other.
"Yes, c'mon, it's not a big deal" you smiled at Hoseok, lucky that your heart couldn't betray you right now. He was quick: he took off his shirt and slid under the duvet as well. "You are sure?" He asked again as he turned towards you, a nod awaiting him along with a timid smile.
"Well good night then" He whispered as he smiled before turning on the other side. All you could think of was that HE, "handsome and charming" Hoseok, was laying next to you shirtless, and you were not going to close an eye at this rate. You had a crush on him for so long  that it was surreal that he didn't catch it yet, and the worst part was that you didn't know how to even tell him, since you had no experience with any of this. "Are you ok?" He turned, facing your side as you stared at the cieling.
"yeah why?" You thanked the absence of light that concealed your blush. "You keep sighing, do you have issues sleeping?" He asked, if you didn't know better, you could hear his concern seeping through his voice. "Honestly, yes" You admitted sulking in the bed a little more.
Your heart was pounding in your throat as you could almost feel his breath on your skin, even tho he was nowhere near to being close to you. "Let me help you" He whispered taking your arm in his hand. His fingers started grazing over your skin, causing a shiver down  your spine. Everything happened so slowly yet so fast, what started as gently caressing, soon turned into him pulling you closer to him, and later when you were both almost asleep, it turned into cuddling. His arms tightly wrapped around your waist, allowing you to sink in his  chest, warming you up. As you rested your head against him, you let his heartbeat lul you to sleep, unaware of how he wished time would stop right there.
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Namjoon: coffee shop au.
All you wanted was a cup of chocolate, so you gathered all your will and decided to head out to your favourite coffee shop.
It was noon, the little place was almost empty, so you didn't have to wait long until your chocolate was served. Your headphones were playing your favourite tune as you sipped on the sweet drink, zooning out on the cars that were going back and forward outside.
Out of nowhere, a waitres tapped on your shoulder, bringing you back to reality.
She placed a small plate with a donut in front of you. "A treat from the gentleman over there" she smiled pointing at a guy that sat few tables away from you.
He was completely lost between the pages of a book as the brown strands of his hiar fell in front of his face.
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Jimin: fake dating, roomates au, college au.
It was supposed to be only for one night. He begged you to pretend to be his girlfriend so no one would bother him at the party. But one time became twice, and twice became three times. Soon it was the norm. It's been a few months since you were acting out this fake relationship, he'd pick you up from class, have lunch break together, and although you avoided kissing unless *extremely* necessary, you ended up craving his lips more often, in the most random moments. The feelings u were faking in the beginning, seemed more real the more time would pass by.
"Jimin, we gotta talk" You stopped him in the middle of the campus, u couldn't keep it for yourself anymore.
"What's up? Why are you so serious?" He laughed trying to ease down the tension. You gathered all your strenght and you let it all out, once for all. "I can't do this anymore" You breathed out as his face dropped instantly. "I think I like you, and not 'fake' like you, Chim" You didn't know what to expect, and when you realized what this could cause, you froze on the spot. Well now there's no way back.
Jimin stepped forward, his delicate fingers brushed on your cheek, yet he didn't say a word. His eyes were soft, gently drinking every inch of your face.
"I like you too"
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Taehyung: royalty au, fish out of sea trope.
Being the new queen's maid was challening by itself, but when you were asked to join the feast that night, you felt completely out of place. You were coming from a small fisherman family, and long dresses and wine were not your habit. So when the queen herself offered to choose one of her dresses for the nigth, you were speechless, honestly everything was overwhelming.
You wandered throught the room, looking for a spot for you to join, yet failing miserably.Being embarrassed was an understatement where u could nt fit between the maids nor the royals that were waltzing in the room cheerful.
"May I have this dance?" A low voice brought u back to the room instantly. The handsome man offered u his hand ashis lips turned in a singular boxy smile.
"i- Yes".
Soon you were swaying around the room following the movements of the man. You couldn't help but admire the blissful grin on the stranger's face as the soft waves of his hair bounced happily.
For once, in the man's arms, you finally felt home.
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Jungkook: exes to lovers. Second chance at love.
When everything came to an end with Jungkook you didn't expected to be this miserable, nor Jungkook did. So when, after months, you bumped into each other at the store, your hearts swelled like you both had a vision. You coulnd't believe that he would still have the same mindblowing effect just like the first time you met in that concert's crowd.
You were both so stunned to talk, carrying on with that awkard small talk filled with 'im doing good''s and 'it's been a while''s, until he gatherd all the courage in his body and made the first move, again just like the first time.
"Maybe we should go out for a coffee and catch up.. what do you think?"
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daisylovestowrite · 1 year
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Precious Pt.2
It wasn’t before 2 long weeks that you had finally woken up. Your sight was blurry for quite a few minutes before you were able to see clearly. You adjusted to your surroundings. The ceiling was white. You were on a soft and comfortable bed. The room reeked of antiseptic and maybe a little of bleach. There was a faint beeping noise in the background.
You were in a hospital. You remembered the truck crashing with your car. You remembered yoongi’s face before you blacked out. You tried to get up, only to be stopped by a sharp pain in your stomach. The next moment doctors and nurses were rushing inside to check up on you, confirming that you were fine and out of danger and that you would be moved into a general ward soon.
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Yoongi entered the room looking like a ghost. His hair was all ruffled up and he looked like he hadn’t slept for days. You eyes became blurry at the sight of him. “Yoongi” you called out to him with a whisper. That was all you could manage with the pain everywhere.
“They wouldn’t let me in the ICU you know. You had gone into a coma for 10 days.” he said.
“Well, I’m not in a coma now” you said and smiled.
To this he didn’t say anything. He just went and sat on the stool near you and grabbed onto your hand for dear life. You sat in silence for about half an hour staring at each other before you finally said,” I  would very much appreciate it if you didn’t break my hand you know? I already have more broken and torn parts than I can count.”
“I thought I lost you. I thought that I would never get to see you again, or your beautiful voice that I hadn’t realized I loved so much until I didn’t get to hear it for weeks”
“You will never loose me. I will always be there with you. I love you.”
“I love you too peaches. Now rest up and get well soon for me kay?” You nodded to this. He held you tight and mumbled sweet nothings to you as you finally drifted off to sleep.
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 It has been three days since you finally came back from the hospital and Yoongi has been nothing but protective of you. You still couldn’t walk properly without wincing once or twice but it was alright. He wouldn’t even let you drink water on your own and insisted that he hold the glass for you. It was nice that he was taking care of you. He wouldn’t even let you go to the bathroom alone. You couldn’t take it anymore when he brought you food and tried to feed it to you when you finally snapped at him. “I am not a China doll you know.”
He did not say anything. Just kept the food tray down and sat down on the bed, beside me. And he started crying. My heart broke at the sight of that. I slowly moved towards him wincing silently with every move forward and hugged him tight. He cried softly as I held him and rocked him. “ I was so sacred you know? The moment I got the call from the hospital saying that you had been in an accident, I swear that my whole life had turned upside down. I have never been so scared at the thought of loosing someone. I love you so much that it pains me to think of you hurt, ever.”
Listening to his words, even you could not stop your tears. You straddled his lap and both of you hugged each other in silence, letting out your tears. You kept saying to him,” I’m here. I’m here. I love you so much.”
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neensdaily97 · 1 year
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apriyv · 2 years
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namjoon [ timestamps ]
1:17 am
“chill.”
… namjoon mumbled on your neck. your ass was between his thighs and you could feel his dick through his sweatpants. his lips remained on your neck, licking and sucking, focusing on your sweet spot. you stifled a moan which only failed and came out as a whimper. you shook your head in resistance, trying to convince him and yourself that you weren’t going to fuck him tonight.
it’s how most of your ‘movie night hangouts’ started. with the two you of sitting awkwardly a couple feet apart, sexual tension keeping you from getting comfortable on the sofa. intense eye contact, soft touches, and not so subtly checking each other out all night. but usually by the end of a blunt or two, one of you makes the first move. tonight it was namjoon. he spoke again when you tried to loosen his grip around your neck. “relax, y/n.” his voice deepened.
he tapped on your inner thigh. “open.” and you quickly did, eager to feel namjoon inside of you again. you can sense him grinning behind you, proud of how well he has you wrapped around his fingers already.
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jiminiepabo · 11 months
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BTS As Your Best Friends
I was feeling inspired by my BTS As Your Boyfriend series, and I wanted to give yall a cute little friend moment! 💕
Comtains: Fluff, that's about it lmao
This is only with the maknaes, but the others will come soon!
°+~♡~+°
Jungkook-
THIS MAN....
Devious asf 💀💅
He actually will not shut his fucking mouth, bro will call you up at 4 in the morning to talk to you about how his day went
Lowkey invites himself to your place unapologetically
Very juvenile, in a good way. Like sleepovers with snacks and movies and pillow forts
THE GOSSIP KING 👑
And he will fill you in on all the bangtan tea
He's the type to make pinky promises not to tell after he talks hella shit abt someone 💀
Not that he talks hella shit that much, but the occasion that it happens, expect a lot to come out of his mouth.
Very good listener tho, if you actually have an issue, he's gonna be there for you
Definitely tells you way too much about his dating life...
He also falls asleep on you, so get used to it. he's an affectionate bitch, what can he say? And with all the sleepovers yall are having, he can't help it
Okay but tell me why I think he'd love playing hair salon with you 👀
One of his downsides as a friend is that he's a fucking celebrity and has a shit ton of other people to interact with and other places to go
So don't expect too much from the poor guy, he's got a lot on his plate.
Recently we found out that he vapes, so he for sure needs a vape buddy
ALSO
He is SO GOOD at dating advice
Whoever you're into, he will be right there planning your wedding on a pinterest board.
Expect lots of singing in the car
In all, jaykay is fucking hyper but he's a great bestie to have
Taehyung-
Tae is your deep ass convo kinda guy
Like yeah, he's fun asf, but damn he's just built to talk about deep shit with you
If any of these friendships are likely to turn into relationships, it's gonna be with Tae
He just loves love 😭
And honestly, as he should
And I'm not saying that you return the feelings, but you are the one reading a Bts imagine on tumblr... 🤷‍♀️
Besides the fact that he lowkey has a crush on you, you'll probably be at his house more than your own
I can see him just talking and talking for hours on end with his bestie while you chill on the couch with a TV show playing in the background
Probably has a cute nickname for you
Like if you're short, he calls you shorty. And if your cute, he calls you cutie.
IDK MAN IM BAD AT THIS 💀💀💀
But he'll come up with something cute
Your contact name in his phone will probably be something along the lines of "my wife" or "wifey"
Or smth stupid like that just bc he likes you 💀
And he won't tell anyone either, he just unironically talks about you all the time, nothing suspicious 👀
Expect chaos when he's drunk tho
He goes WILD
It's fun though, seeing him being smiley and not contemplating the complexities of life to you
Your man is weird asf but you gotta love him
Jimin-
Someone needs to calm him down and give him a massage or smth
Because when I tell you...
JIMIN IS THE FLIRTIEST HOE EVER
He doesn't even like you, it's just jimin being jimin
Very sweet tho 🥺
He seems kinda awkward about giving advice bc he doesn't know exactly what to say, but he'll listen really good
Also, no offense to jimin, but he's a mess.
He's so caring that he likes someone new every other day istg
And he'll tell you all about it and it's the cutest thing ever watching him have so much love for so many people
May or may not have mid-life crises during the night and come over to drink alcohol and pour his heart out to you
He's a people pleaser so be a good friend and encourage him or compliment him a lot
He will most likely flirt with you in return but it secretly makes him feel reassured so just take one for the team
Probably will give you fashion advice tbh
And he's an icon so you let him do his thing
I think he'd like doing things like drawing or painting or dancing as an activity with you
Like it's fun to do, but it's quiet enough for him to talk about his problems
This is so sad but I feel like he projects a very happy image but he doesn't always feel it inside
He may struggle with self image and dependence on others
So he needs you to be his anchor to hold him down and tell him he'll be alright
And he'll do the same for you, don't worry.
°+~♡~+°
Hope you enjoyed! The hyung line version is coming soon! 💕
My requests are open 😘
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Pairing: Namjoon x Un-namedFem!OC
Genre: Romance, Dark (a bit)
Summary: A series of diary entries that detail a spiral into the chaos called love- (or was it?)
Word Count: ~1.4k words
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Kim Namjoon, after years of work, has finally managed to conquer all. In the bustling world of music production, he stood as a visionary—a maestro whose keen ear and creative genius brought forth melodies that touched souls.
His own production house.
His own label.
His own art studio.
Everything was within Namjoon’s grasp- and it is at these points in one’s life that Fate begins to truly test you.
. . . . . .
He saw her at the one exhibition he was planning on skipping.
He had been looking around when he saw her, her head tipped back as her eyes sparkled with curiosity so brightly that Namjoon could make out their shine from this far.
He approached her, got her name and continued to do rounds with her, the full pieces not colourless anymore, as she spoke about her favourite pieces and very bluntly criticised one of his favourite artists, but instead of getting angry he became intrigued with her perspective. He wanted to know her more. He needed to know more.
Entry #1 Today the smells are sharper, the colours brighter. I don’t know why I feel as if I can run on water and conquer the clouds. What… what is this feeling? Am I dying?
So imagine his surprise when the object of his fixation walked into the office the very next day as one of the junior music producers they had recently hired.
She was a rare gem, her beauty captivating not only his eyes but also his heart. Her presence was like a melody that summons the dead, vibrating deep within his being, igniting a passion he had never known.
It wasn’t long before Namjoon became obsessed, unable to escape the allure she cast upon him so naively. The monster she had awoken so unknowingly.
Her every move, every word she spoke, became a source of inspiration and desire, fuelling the depths of his creativity and depravity.
Entry #32: In the stillness of the night, her image dances in my mind, a flickering flame that refuses to be extinguished. Oh, how I long to hold her, to feel the warmth of her presence against my skin. Her every word, every gesture, is etched into the depths of my soul, haunting me with a bittersweet ache. I am consumed by her, by the mere thought of her. The melodies I compose are but a desperate attempt to capture the essence of her ethereal beauty, to make her a permanent fixture in my world. But alas, she remains a distant dream, a vision I can only glimpse from afar.
He watched her from afar, studying her with an intensity that bordered on obsession that threatened to shift tectonic plates. The way she demurely yet effortlessly commanded attention, her enchanting laughter, and the grace with which she navigated the world—all became the fuel that ignited his musical compositions and coloured his previously dreamless slumbers. Every melody, every lyric, bore her essence, a testament to the power she held over his soul.
Entry #85: I watch her from far, my eyes tracing every curve, every line of her graceful form. Oh, how I yearn to be the one who elicits that captivating smile, to be the cause of that radiant joy that lights up her eyes. But I am but a shadow in her world, a presence she may never truly notice. It is a cruel irony that the very talent that has brought me acclaim and success is the same talent that keeps me distant from the one I desire most. And so, I remain here, caught in a web of longing and admiration, forever yearning for a connection that may forever elude my grasp.
But he didn’t let it hold him back- nothing could keep him from his muse, as he sauntered into her life and placed a throne upon her mind like an arrogant king.
Building familiarity, finding out that *he* was the reason that she decided to become a producer, had his heart threatening to burst out of his chest and right into her hands, where it belonged.
He found solace in the knowledge that his creations resonated with her, even if she remained unaware of the depth of his obsession.
Entry #151: She is the muse I never knew I needed, the missing piece in the symphony of my life. Her laughter is the sweetest melody, her touch a gentle harmony that resonates within me. I am driven by an insatiable hunger to possess her, to claim her as mine, and yet, I am torn. How can I bridge the chasm between admiration and possession? Can I love her without suffocating her, without stifling the very essence that draws me to her? These questions torment my restless heart, but I am determined to find a way. For she is not just a fleeting infatuation; she is the muse who breathes life into my music, the one who has awakened a passion I never knew existed.
Namjoon needed to be near her, to breathe, to live, to bask in the radiance of her presence. His mind spun webs of fantasies, envisioning a future where their worlds merged, where her ethereal beauty would forever be intertwined with his music.
Entry #275: Her presence is like a melody that lingers in my mind, playing on an endless loop. Every time I close my eyes, I see her face, illuminated by a soft glow. How I wish I could reach out and touch her, to feel the warmth of her skin against mine. But she remains just beyond my grasp, a mirage that I can never fully capture. I am consumed by this unrequited love, a love that burns like a wildfire, threatening to consume me whole. And yet, I cannot tear myself away. I am drawn to her like a moth to a flame, helpless to resist the magnetic pull she exerts on my heart.
He meticulously curated events, ensuring that their paths would cross, that he would have opportunities to share his compositions with her. With each encounter, his heart beat faster, his obsession intensifying with every stolen glance.
Entry #315: In the quiet moments of solitude, I find myself lost in a sea of thoughts, drowning in the depth of my own desires. I am entangled in a web of contradictions, torn between the desire to possess her and the need to set her free. How can I reconcile the intensity of my emotions with the boundaries of her autonomy? Can I love her without suffocating her, without diminishing the very essence that makes her so captivating? These questions haunt my every waking moment, and yet, I am willing to endure the torment if it means I can bask in her presence, even from afar."
Namjoon couldn't help but feel possessive in a different way. He treasured every moment with them, cherishing their laughter, their touch, and their shared intimacy. Namjoon would often find himself unconsciously placing a hand on their lower back, silently claiming them as his own, sending a message to the world that they belonged to him and him alone.
Entry #346: "Her mere existence is a testament to the power of beauty and art. She moves through life with a grace that leaves me breathless, her every step a delicate dance. And yet, she remains unaware of the profound impact she has on my soul. I am but a mere mortal, humbled by her radiance. My music, my compositions, are but feeble attempts to capture the essence of her spirit, to immortalize her in melodies that will transcend time. Oh, how I long to share my creations with her, to witness her reaction and know that I have touched her heart as she has touched mine."
Namjoon would cast glances towards anyone who dared to look at his partner with anything but respect, his piercing gaze serving as a warning to back off.
He was spiralling- he was coming undone in the throws of love. He was contemplating carnage. He was contemplating war in her name.
The world would drown in his deepening obsession. The world would be set ablaze.
.
.
But will she remain untouched by the flames?
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theiris-storyvault · 1 year
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after last night
Jungkook X Reader
Genre: suggestive
Warnings: Well, it's suggestive. so Minors DNI!
a/n: sorry for being MIA! Uni has been so difficult lately, but I do hope you enjoy this!
🥂
Neither one of you had expected to be in the position you are now. Clothes were strewn all over his bedroom floor, hair was in disarray, and bare bodies were tangled within each other, limb by limb. You could've easily blamed it on the vodka, but you didn''t.
Jungkook sat far across the room eyeing everyone around the party. It was his company's Halloween party, about 2 weeks late. The reason as to why was unclear to him but he didn't mind. His best friends were there and that's all that mattered. The crowd was quite big, people from different companies were invited, and being the introvert that he is, he sat quietly away from the scene. He watched as they all either got drunk or snuck out of the party with someone in their arms, laughing to himself knowing he'd never hear the end of it by tomorrow. He planned on staying only 2 hours tops until he finds you.
Tonight had been something you were looking forward to. The scene was yours to own and you did. The glimmering dress you wore illuminated the whole floor as you danced under the strobing lights with your 5th glass in hand. At this point you've lost track of everything you drank, anyway, all you wanted was to feel yourself tonight. Jungkook watches you quietly as you make your way around the room. Wherever you went, heads were turning and it was unsettling to him. There was something about you that switched him up. He knew that no matter what happens, he needed to have you, even if it was just that night. Pushing his cares aside, he downs two shots of alcohol before walking down the stairs to the main dance floor.
It was crowded. Normally, Jungkook would have wanted to retreat and chat from afar, but tonight he was determined. He thought he could tell you were someone that would fall weak against him, but he thought wrong. He finds you almost immediately, and now he can't take his eyes off of you. He craved you. From afar you already saw him looking, and the way he did made you feel electric. You knew you didn't want him, but you wanted him to want you anyway. Jungkook snakes his way through the tight crowd, finally finding his way to you, and as soon as you feel him in your orbit, you start to execute your ploy. Playing the long game was nothing but child's play, especially with someone you know is egotistical enough to think he could have you in a snap of a finger.
Jungkook doesn't speak. He makes use of the situation and finds the right cues to touch you, hold you, then back away again. He thinks he's sly, but you caught right on. You play along quite simply, leaning back to look right into him and then pulling away when he tries to lean in for a kiss. Everything was going according to plan, he was right where you wanted him to be.
Throughout the night, lure him to you easily, a little slip of the hand by his pants, pulling him by the waist, trailing breaths along his neck. He was a target so easily as you expected him to be. He was shy but he knew he was someone, except no to you. To you he was just somebody else to fuck that night then never call again. Soon, midnight strikes, and finally, you latch yourself onto him. Touching and kissing every inch of him that you could. You feel him grow harder against you, making you feel supreme. You knew you had such an effect on him, you knew your power, and you were smart enough to use it wisely. Not long after, you find yourselves fumbling around his hotel room.
You watch Jungkook become undone under your touch and this makes you explode. You wanted him to melt for you, and so easily he did. He was like under a spell with every touch and it excited you further. His lips trembled as he kissed yours, craving for more⏤ he'd be eager; and you let him. You moved the way he wanted you to, making him want more of you. You were perfect in his eyes, as perfect as you orchestrated it to be.
This brings you to the next day. You watch as his chest rises and falls. His arm resting on your stomach loosely unlike last night. It would've been a lie if you said it wasn't fun. You liked the way he tasted, but it was all he could offer. You craved excitement, but he wasn't it. Slowly, you slide out, purposefully dipping the bed to wake him up. Ever so slowly, you get dressed, feeling his half-open eyes on you. "Last night was amazing," he says, rolling over to sit up. "I know". You shortly reply, throwing your blouse on, and combing your fingers through your hair. You watch him from the mirror as he eyes you up and down. He was putty in your presence. You knew he wanted you again.
"When can I see you again?" He asks, holding the sheet over his naked body, as he stood before you by the door. "You won't," You say swiftly, dropping your underwear by his feet knowing damn well you won't ever see them again. Jungkook's eyes fall onto them, as no words come to mind in shock. As you walk the halls triumphantly, you smirk. Mentally congratulating yourself for a job well done. In your head, you would have loved to have gotten to know more about him, but toying with him was far more exciting.
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yeontantrash · 1 year
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BTS Jungkook- My Knight
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"This is Jungkook, from this day forward he is going to be your personal knight," the royal guard explained, the young boy standing upright beside him couldn't have been a year older than I was. I hid behind my mother, my cheeks flushed "why do I need a knight?" I whispered and my mother grabbed my arm and pulled me out from behind her to stand beside her. "A lot of people might try to use you as leverage against your father," she said before tapping my shoulder, reminding me to stand up straight. "With him around no one will be able to touch you," she added before looking at the royal guard "but are you sure he is up to the task?" she questioned looking quizzically over the young boy.
"He's the brightest student we have. I believe we could polish him into a wonderful guard," the royal guard said, "Besides, the princess would probably feel more at ease with someone closer to her age," he added. My mother stepped forward looking over the young boy "What's your name?" she asked and he bowed his head "Jeon Jungkook, Ma'am," he replied obediently. She walked around him "alright," she said before looking towards me "Introduce yourself to your new guard," she told me. I picked up the sides of my dress, crossing one foot across the other before bowing my legs "Princess Y/n," I said trying to sound as regal as I could. From that day forward every turn I take, every trail I track, every path I make, every road I took he was following right beside me. In a sense we grew up together, both of us learning to play our roles. I knew everyone in this village, and they seemed to happy here, everything by design. I knew everyone in this town had a role, so I had to live up to mine. My parents unfortunately couldn't have anymore kids after me, which meant I was destined to be the ruler. I needed to lead with pride, make us strong, I'll be satisficed if I played along.
"Why do I have to sleep in the tower?" I asked my mother nearing tears as she showed me the room where I would be sleeping in now, "People love a mysterious princess, the less common your appearance in the castle, the more interest," she explained as a few maids carried in my things. At ten years old, I wasn't too keen on sleeping so far away from my parents, "What if I get scared?" I questioned and she looked down at me "The people need a princess who is brave," she replied, it almost looked as if she was daring me to speak out again. I nodded before walking over to my new bed under the tulle canopy. I sat down watching my mother direct the maids on how to set up my room. Once it was finished she had them follow her to other rooms in the tower that needed sprucing up.
My room felt a lot more colder now that I was all alone in here. I tried my best to be brave as I went into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I climbed back into my bed, pulling my legs to my chest, I couldn't stop the tears that rolled down my cheeks. I buried my face in my knees, trying to muffle the sound, because I could not stand it if my mother heard and came back. I heard the handle turn and I quickly wiped away my tears as the door pushed open, only it was Jungkook standing at the door. "May I come in?" he questioned and I nodded my head "Yes," I answered trying to keep my voice steady. He checked down the hallways before entering my room, pulling the door shut behind him.
"Are you okay?" he asked, which is really the worst thing to ask someone, especially if they were indeed not okay. Tears flooded down my cheeks "No, not at all!" I cried bring my hands up to my eyes, desperate to rub them away. He walked toward the bed "Don't come closer- I look- I look a mess," I said, but he ignored my request, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I don't matter. You can be or feel whatever you want around me," he said and for the first time, someone was telling me I didn't have to fake it. "Aren't we a little too young?" I questioned knowing he was in a similar position to mine "Perhaps, but there's not much we can do about it now." I nodded in agreement "It just feels so lonely," I mumbled, "but we're together," he replied and in the moonlight I could see his red cheeks.
"Will you stay with me?" I questioned as I got under the covers and his eyes widened "L-like sleep? In bed with you?" he questioned pointing towards his chest and I nodded my head. We were ten years old, most ten year old's have sleepover and I wanted to be like other girls. "No," he said quickly getting up, "Please," I reached out grabbing his arm before he could get too far. He looked at me for a moment before sighing "Well... I can't sleep because I'm on guard duty... But I suppose I can sit with you," he said sitting back down on the side of the bed, "only until you fall asleep," he added. I nodded my head before laying down, resting my head on my pillow, pulling the covers over my shoulder "Thank you," I whispered.
"Give me your hand," I said and he brought both hands to his chest instinctively as if I threatened to cut them off "Just let me hold your hand," I whined like a little girl and he relented his hand falling down limp next to mine. I wrapped my fingers around his, holding onto his hand and I let my eyes flutter shut, a sense of comfort causing a sigh of relief to escape my lips. I wondered what I looked like in his eyes. Was I the princess of the village in which he lived? Or was I just a ordinary girl with a pink nose, and skin around her eyes red and blotchy? Was I a regular girl who was upset over something? Or was I the most beautiful, lovely girl he had ever met?
As we aged, Jungkook became the only person who I shared my real thoughts and emotions with, mostly because he never told me to think or feel a different way than I was. "I'm old enough to go into town on my own!" I complained to my mother, "I would hardly say thirteen is old enough," my mother replied while having her hair brushed. "My love, she will have Jungkook with her, he's fifteen now and responsible enough for the two of them," my father said pressing a kiss to her cheek to try and soften her up and she sighed "Alright, alright, I'll give you the afternoon in the market," she said and I squealed with excitement before rushing towards the dress room to get dressed. "Thank you for trusting me, my lady," I could hear Jungkook reply before following me, I had the handmaids help me into a light dress.
I grabbed Jungkook's hand as I rushed towards the front gate, "Princess," Jungkook said pulling his hand from mine causing us to walk slower "Things are different outside the castle, we have an image to uphold," he reminded me and I sighed annoyed that he was sounding like my parents. "Don't be a party pooper," I replied before heading outside to take the path towards the village. I did my best to keep my chin up and walk like I had seen my mother do all my life. I tried to ignore all the stares and whispers, focusing on looking around at all the neat things. We walked passed a jeweler and I gasped when I saw a pearl that was hung on a dainty necklace. "The princess has a good eye, I see," the merchant said with a smirk "My son is a fisherman, got that pearl straight from the ocean, I cleaned her up and such," he said proudly.
"Would you like to try it on?" he questioned and I couldn't help but nod my head. I spun around as he placed the chain around my neck before clipping it at the back of my neck. I looked into the mirror to see how it hung around my neck, it was gorgeous, and it made me look even more elegant than I was "What do you think Princess?" he questioned and the unsettling feeling rising from the pit of my stomach "I'm afraid I didn't bring any money with me," I said waiting for him to rip the jewelry off. "How much?" Jungkook asked, reminding him of his presence, "Ten gold coin seem fair?" the man asked and Jungkook looked towards me "No discount on account of the princess? Free advertising if people ask where she got it," Jungkook bartered.
"Seven is as low as I can go," the man replied and Jungkook nodded before pulling out the money, dropping them in his hand "Thank you," Jungkook said before ushering me to walk on. "Let me repay you once we are back," I told him and he raised an eyebrow "And what money do you have?" He teased causing me to blush "Think of it as an early birthday present," he added. We spent the rest of the day looking around the market before heading home for the night. "I wish we could do fun things like this all the time," I admitted as we walked to the front door "I suppose it's the burden we bare," he said before reaching towards my neck. His fingers delicately hid the necklace underneath my dress "Promise me at least we have fun on our birthdays," I replied holding up my pinky and he chuckled at my childish antics "To the best of my ability," he promised.
After my fifteenth birthday party Jungkook and I were going to sneak out. By that we meant we were going to climb to the top of the tower to see the stars. I was so antsy to get back to my room so that my real birthday can begin. "Princess," my mother called stopping me, I turned around to look at her, a man standing next to her "This is going to be your teacher," she said introducing me to him. I introduced myself to him as well as Jungkook. "He will teach you everything you need to know to be a princess," she added before looking towards Jungkook "And we will be sending you out to training too," she informed him and he nodded along.
"W-we won't be together anymore?" I questioned clenching my hand into a fist at my side to keep me from reaching out to Jungkook. "You won't need much protection, I doubt you will really leave the tower," she informed me "And when your training is complete, Jungkook will be more experienced," she added. Everything felt like it was all happening so fast. I wish all this growing up could wait. "Starting tomorrow, everything will change," she said before looking towards the man "Let me show you around," she said walking off with him in tow, "It was lovely to meet you princess," he said as they left. I felt frozen in place. "Shall we go?" Jungkook asked and I shook my head "I think I need to lay down," I told him. That was the code phrase for I was going to cry. We headed back to my room and I paced around my room wringing my hands together "She's sending you to the front lines. I know it," I whispered pacing around.
"Princess-" "And She's not going to let me leave the tower?" I spoke my anxieties out loud, not being able to think straight. They planned to surprise me like this so I had no room to argue or wiggle my way out of this. I felt tears well in my eyes. I hated when I felt so helpless. "Princess," Jungkook used his authorities voice, and when I looked towards him he was laying on my bed. "Come here," he said more gently holding his arms open, I hesitantly walked over and laid on the bed next to him. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me to partially lay on him, my burning face pressed against his firm chest. My soft curves were met by his sturdy figure, and as soon as his fingers traced through my hair, I relaxed on top of him.
I couldn't help but cling onto his shirt, tears staining his shirt, "I don't want anything to happen to you," I whispered. "It feels like I'm ruining everything," I added, "My princess. You're not ruining anything," he said hugging me closer so he could rest his head on top of mine "It's not your job to dictate my life in a way to keep me safe. That's not your burden to bear," he said running his fingers through my hair "I just feel like if it weren't for me you wouldn't go there," I admitted "If I wasn't your guard for the passed few years I would've been on the front lines a long time ago and have to stay a lot longer," he replied. "I am lucky I get to take care of you and be here for you. You're not here to make me happy. You haven't done anything wrong."
By the time I turned 15 it was time to start my royal training. This meant I was no longer going to be able to leave the castle. It saddened me but my mother promised me I would be far to busy to even think about leaving the castle. That's when they decided to send Jungkook to boot camp, to give him some 'real experience' as they say. It was lonely to be stuck in the castle, especially without my little shadow behind me. But it was exhausting, royal training. To be a princess is to know what spoon to use and leave the parsley on the plate. Always maintain a regal gait, be charming yet detached yet amused and never seem confused. Don't stray from protocol. Do a plie and never fall. Always behave-keep grip never crack. Stiff upper lip and arch the back, stomach in, lift the chin, bend from above and slowly turn your head side to side and glide. Courtesy at every count and lord. Shoulders back and wave. Breathing gently, stepping lightly, smile brightly, nod politely, Never show a thing you fee inside. Always look your best, speak and be clever, never at a loss for words. Learn to play the harpsicord, sing lullabies and always harmonize in thirds.
"Do a plie," my teacher said "Never-ever ever fall," I replied doing as instructed and he nodded circling me "Never show dismay," he added and I changed my expression slightly "And be there when people call," I added. "I hope your prepared for whatever royal life may bring. Do keep grip and don't-" "Ever crack. I know. There's a time and place for everything." he smiled nodding his head "Get cleaned up and dressed, we have a ball tonight," he dismissed me and I curtsied before heading towards the bathroom where I could take a bath. My handmaids brushed my hair and helped me get into the gown I would be wearing for the day. "Should we remove the necklace? It clashes?" One of them asked, but my fingers reached to hold the pearl "I never take it off," I replied before standing up.
"Princess, there's a jeweler here to see you," the messenger said in the doorway, "Duchess Mina will be joining you," he added before disappearing. I did y best not to show emotion on my face but Mrs. Mira was not one of my favorite people to deal with. "Let's go," I said before walking out of the room to head to the court room where we meet all the court merchants. "Princess!" Duchess said catching up to me and looping her arm through mine. I gave her a closed lipped smile as she was a year older than me, so I owed her some respect "hello," I greeted her, "I heard he had a brand new necklace for sale," she whispered as we walked towards the merchants "Maybe a replacement for that old pearl?" she added before letting go rushing towards them "Welcome!" she squealed "Ah the princess, look what we have," the merchant said holding up a jewelry that was studded diamonds "It took me years to finish this creation," he added.
"The price point?" I replied as I inspected the beautiful handiwork "Well, for time and the price of materials I cannot settle for anything less than a thousand gold coin. However, neighboring kingdoms would be envious," he tried to sell it but from how tight our budget is currently, we'd have to raise the taxes on our people and I hardly think that necklace is worth starving citizens. "I'll have to decline, I'm not much for necklaces," I told him, and he looked at my neck then back at my eyes "Certainly this is better than that small pearl around your neck," he said showing me his dazzling necklace again "With this pearl our people can still eat," I replied a bit more harshly than I meant to "You'll have to sell it to another kingdom," I added turning around.
"Thank you for showing it to me though, it is gorgeous," I praised before heading back towards the tower, leaving the duchess to fuss over the necklace alone. I went to my favorite hiding place, which was the library in the tower. No one came all the way down here, and there was only one spot to sit in the whole place, it was the best place to hide. I picked up the science book I had started a few days ago and settled back into the seat. I could spend days down here, if only I didn't have obligations. I finished the book before placing it back on the shelf before climbing the stairs back to the real world. "Where have you been?" one of my maids rushed over as I walked down the hall "reading," I replied and she shook her head "Well, we need you to get in your ball gown," she said rushing me towards the bathroom.
They rushed to get me out of my first dress and into the biggest ballgown I had ever worn. I walked to the large doors that lead to the ball room, that's when I saw him. Jungkook. He was older now, jaw more narrow, his muscles nearly bursting out of his tight clothes. He was handsome, anyone with eyes could see that now. I blushed, what was I saying? This was the little boy who held me hand as I slept. "Good to see you," I greeted him, even though everything in me wanted to throw myself into his arms in a tight hug "You look well," he replied clearing his throat before offering me his elbow "As do you," I replied wrapping my hand around his bicep, and he wasn't even flexing but his muscles bulged "Are you back on the job?" I questioned looking forward as the maids readied to open the door "From this day on," he replied quietly.
The doors swung open and I smiled brightly as we walked in. All eyes were on us as we descended the stairs and I raised my chin as we glided onto the floor. "Father!" I released Jungkook and walked over to him "My beautiful girl," he cheered taking my hand and spinning me around "I just can't believe you're twenty now," he added releasing my hand. "More than old enough to get married," my mother remarked and my father shook his head "Not my baby, not yet," he said causing her to roll her eyes. Then as a family we went to greet the royals from other kingdoms welcoming them and making idle talk.
"Sir Harold," My father greeted him with arms open wide, my mother offering her hand giving a curtsy and then he turned towards me. My chest was so tight I had almost forgotten I was a princess until he said my name, his smile sending a shiver down my spine. He held out his hand and I grabbed the edges of my dress before lifting it up giving him a curtsy as my mother did, a greeting you use for people who you lack familiarity with. "I think we're closer than that," he teased getting my parents to laugh along "It's been a long day. I'm going to freshen up," I excused myself before heading towards one of the nearest doors. I push threw the door and as soon as I was out of the public's view, I fell into the wall, my knees shaking. My breathing had become wheezy, like there wasn't enough oxygen in the world for me. My hands clench tightly around my dress that was tightly tied around my chest, trying to pull it, as if that would help me breath better.
I heard the door open and I stood tall, holding my head with pride, acting as if I wasn't struggling before turning around. "Looks like we are alone here," Harold said with a smirk, part of me wanted to scream, shout, run, but I couldn't make that kind of scene "I actually have to get back," I said walking towards the door. He held out his arm, which was long enough in this tight corridor to keep me from getting by "What's the rush?" he asked with a smirk when suddenly the door opened and his arm flew to his side. Jungkook. My eyes well up in relief. "Return to the party knight," Harold dismissed, but I grabbed Jungkook's wrist before he could even get too far "I was telling Sir, Harold I must be getting back to my parents," I explained. I wrapped my arms around his elbow "Excuse us," I said before pulling Jungkook along with me.
We walked back out into the party and I released his arm before rushing out onto the nearby balcony. I was hoping fresh air would calm my racing heart. Jungkook stepped out with me, pulling the doors closed so we were cut off from the party. "Are you okay?" He questioned and I nodded my head, swallowing thickly before fixing his tie "A friend of my mother's," I replied shaking my head trying to dismiss it. "He seems very interested in you," He commented and I felt my knees shake as I nod my head in agreement, my lips quivered and I squeezed my eyes shut to stop the tears that followed the memories. "Sorry-I- Sorry," I replied reaching up to wipe the tears that escaped before opening my eyes to look at him. I knew he was concerned and there was no way he was going to let me go back in there without explanation.
"I found him and my mother one night in the library..." I said, I felt bile rise in my throat "Mother didn't catch me but Harold did. Said when I'm a bit older that he'll replace her with me," I added. He pressed his tongue against the side of his cheek, a habit he had as a young child to express his anger. "I won't let him," he said and I tilted my head to the side "Won't let him?" I questioned, "I won't let him." I couldn't help but smile a little "I'll keep you to it," I replied before walking passed him, I opened the doors and put on a smile before walking back out into the ballroom. Jungkook remained near me for the rest of the night as I wowed the guests with my grace. By the end of the night I was the one who was bidding farewell to our guests while my parents had already returned to their chambers to sleep.
"Goodbye, thank you for coming," I waved to the last guest as they got into their carriage, I then walked back into the palace and the guards pulled the doors shut. I sighed finally letting my shoulders droop "Long night?" Jungkook questioned with a slight smirk "And no one even asked me to dance," I said before placing my hands on my hips. Jungkook held out his hand towards me "What's a ball without dancing?" he questioned getting me to smile before accepting his hand. I didn't know Jungkook knew how to dance, but here he was leading me around the dance floor in a full on waltz. I was surprised at how well he danced and he was also strong, lifting me, spinning me and even dipping me.
I couldn't stop the giggles that leave my lips as we spun around the dance floor. "I should be getting ready for bed," I said eventually. We were now slow dancing, my head on his shoulder, his arms around my waist "Is that what you want?" he questioned the same hesitance that was in my voice. "We wouldn't want to start any rumors," I mumbled, as much as we'd like to believe are staff are loyally secretive, that is not so true, with the right price they will do anything. We pulled apart and I started walking towards the large staircase, Jungkook coming up behind me to lift up my large dress to keep me from tripping. We take the skywalk over to the tower where I resided.
We head to my large closet where Jungkook stands guarding the door. The seamstress and her assistant get to work unlacing and removing my gown. I'm left in nothing but a slip, thanking them for the beautiful gown before stepping out into the hallway. Jungkook eyes landed on me and then he looked away with red painted across his cheeks, "Princess... you can't just walk around like that," he stuttered through his words, "The tower hardly has anyone here," I said grabbing his arms and turning him towards the hallway, hiding in his shadow "Besides no one can see me behind you," I said giving him a little push. He sighed before leading me down the halls towards my room.
Jungkook's arm came out behind him, as if to check if I was truly hiding behind him "I'll be taking over," Jungkook said, I heard the clanking of metal "Sir, Jungkook you've been up for twenty four hours, even you need rest. Captains orders," the man replied with a chuckle "I'll give you an hour break. Come back when the bell strikes midnight and I'll go," Jungkook bargained, I peeked around his arm and the other knight's eyes landed on me, a smirk on his lips before he looked back at Jungkook "An hour Kook. Also, this came for her," he said tossing a book towards Jungkook, who caught it effortlessly. The other knight walked off whistling and Jungkook ushered me into my room, shoving the book into my hands.
I squealed rushing towards my large bed, setting down the book and opening it. The ink looked fresh, "Shouldn't you take your hair down before reading?" Jungkook asked pulling pins from my hair, causing it to fall down my shoulders "I only have so much candlelight," I replied getting him to chuckle. I have read every book our village has to offer that I've asked the local author's in this town to give the guards their new books so I had something to read. Promising to give them my thoughts of their stories, and whether I thought they were worth printing. I feel the brush run through my hair, "Princess, you'll have plenty of time to read," Jungkook said grabbing my chin to lift my head up so he could brush my front pieces and I blush "I'm not a little girl anymore," I remind him pushing the brush away.
He shrugged "You used to beg me to brush your hair. Said it made you sleepy," he replied putting the brush back where he found it "Besides you will always be younger than me," he added. I grabbed my book with one hand and used the other to get myself under the covers, "I usually read to sleep now," I told him. He sat down beside me, his eyes looking at my book. We read side by side and it reminds me of when we were younger and used to have sleepovers. I don't know how long it was before my eyes closed, but my eyes open when the book fell from my hands. I lift my head to see I had fallen asleep against Jungkook. His head was hanging forward, lips parted as he breathed, there was no denying that he had become handsome. He was always cute, but now he looked more mature.
I find my book before leaning over to place it on the nightstand near me. I settle back under the covers, leaning my head against Jungkook's arm. I knew that the other solider had come back and he must have known Jungkook was still in my room with me, but he did nothing to wake either of us. I let my eyes close and let myself be wrapped in the feeling of having him back by my side. It wasn't long before I had fallen back asleep. But when I woke the next morning, he was gone and my head was resting on one of my pillows. I push myself to sit, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I could just barely see the sun peaking over the palace walls when there's a knock on my door "Princess, are you up? The seamstress has your dress for the day," Jungkook's voice came through the door. "Yes," I called stepping out of bed, fixing my bed so it looked somewhat presentable.
The door opens and the seamstress enters holding a light day dress for me "I love the color," I said walking over to look at the silky lilac fabric. She helps me into the dress, tying up the back before heading back to her sewing room. I pick up the new book before leaving the room, Jungkook following behind me. I decided to head to the study, my favorite place to do reading, I mean you're surrounded by books. Also the sun shines brightly in there for the longest amount of time. I found my worn out chair, and curled up with my book in my lap. I noticed Jungkook sat in the window, but his curious eyes did not leave mine. "Yes?" I asked feeling slightly self conscious "Remember how you used to read to me?" he asked and I nodded, a vague memory coming to mind and he gave me a smile that made me wish I could save moments in time.
I looked back at my book and started reading the chapter over again. Jungkook and I spent days in the study, taking turns to read to each other, talking about the meaning behind the words. This is what it feels like to match wits with someone, it's the feeling of freedom and seeing the light. Our conversations when he first arrived back at my side went from a few minutes a day, to hours. He's a bit of a flirt, but then again Jungkook had always been a charming young man. He also had gotten a lot more handsome with age. It was helpless. Jungkook had gone back to being my favorite person in a matter of weeks.
He followed a step behind me, but that did little to stop our conversations. We were on our way to the throne room, one of my advisors saying I had a very adamant visitor. Once we were inside I looked around until I saw a face I knew. The jeweler. I walked over to the anxious looking merchant "Princess, I hope you are doing well," he said as we approached him, "Yes, thank you. I hope you are alright as well," I greet him with a curtsy. "So what is it you'd like to show me now?" I asked and his eyebrows furrow "Oh nothing, I actually came here for a different reason," he explained and Jungkook shared a look with me, "What?"  questioned.
"I have come for payment," the merchant who made the diamond necklace said explained to me, I furrowed my eyebrows "Payment? Whatever for?" I questioned. He looked flabbergasted "The necklace of course," he said offering me a bright smile. I shook my head "Oh no, I refused the necklace, remember?" I replied kindly assuming that maybe he had gotten confused. I looked towards Jungkook silently letting him know we were going to be moving on and he nodded taking the first step and I followed after him. "The princess is a liar and a thief!" the merchant shouted getting me to stop in my tracks, onlookers from others in the royal court, I was taken back, in shock that he shouted and his claim. "I thought I explained-" "Just because your a princess does not mean you get things for free!" he cut me off.
This wasn't an outright battle, but a steady, careful shredding of my dignity, my credibility. I couldn't hold the angry tears and looked towards Jungkook, his voice cold as death "Be careful how you speak about my High Lady," he said his hand over his sword. "I'm- I'm not attacking the princess, I'm simply looking for payment," the merchant said, a bead of sweat on his forehead "She said she didn't buy it," Jungkook said growing annoyed. "But the lady sent the Duchess to purchase, promising to send money later," the merchant said and I furrowed my eyebrows "I requested no such thing of anyone. As I even told you I only prefer this necklace," I said reaching up to the one around my neck.
"I do not have the necklace, and as far as I'm aware it is somewhere within the royals," the man said with his face red "Should we speak to the king?" Jungkook whispered into my ear and I shook my head. I don't want to be the little girl who runs to daddy anymore. "We will have the royal investigators look into the matter. Could you give us three days? We can put you up in the castle," I offered the man. He thought it over before nodding his head "Three days time I require payment or else," he said and I looked towards one of my maids and she rushed to show him towards his room. I released a sigh "Let's go," I said to Jungkook, and the two of us walked off towards the royal police.
"I never sent anyone for the necklace," I whispered confused, Jungkook shrugged "Perhaps he's trying to get hush money for something you didn't do," he replied. That could be the case, but I've known this man since I was a child and he's a good man, a tad obsessive when it comes to his work, but he wouldn't cheat for money. "I don't think he'd do something like that," I replied with a shake of my head, "Is there anyone in your staff who'd want to sabotage your name?" he questioned and I shook my head no, all of my staff I've had since I was a girl and they were more like family to me than my blood. Jungkook hummed "Perhaps a jealous girlfriend?" he offered and I stopped in place "That wench," I snapped and Jungkook shushed me "You're a princess," he whispered "I was thinking of her too. I'm with you on that, but the situation is flawed. We need the royal investigator to sniff her out," he explained.
I felt anger wash over me "It's unfair," I said and he nodded empathetically "But you're tough and you'll get through it. Leave the police to me, I'll send them in the right direction," he said before heading inside the building. I sighed waiting outside, looking around at the other town folk as they walked by, I always found people watching interesting. Everyone is living a life that is so vastly different than mine and have their own thoughts, opinions, likes, dislikes. When I was younger I'd watch people from the tower, make up names and stories for each person. That's when I saw her, walking around town with her head held high. I knew I shouldn't go far without Jungkook but my anger outreached my reason.
I walked towards her "Mina," I called getting her to stop, sending off the person she was with. "Princess," she replied giving me a curtsy, something that would never happen inside the palace where no one was watching her. "Why did you get the necklace in my steed? I did not request such a thing," I said quietly and she smirked "I could just tell how much you liked it from your eyes," she replied as if she was doing me a favor. "Then you also should have heard how I would refuse to buy a necklace for selfish reasons when my people are out here starving." She shrugged her shoulders "As princess you can do whatever you want," she replied, she then bowed to me "I shall see you later," she said.
"What do you have to gain in ruining me?" I demanded of Mina and she smirked "Everything my dear. Your father views me as a mentor, but your mother views me as you competition. If you fail to meet her expectations who do you think she'd leave the kingdom to?" her voice was lace with sugar and venom "My father would never agree-" "Well whose more likely to die first, mommy or daddy?" she questioned and I felt the color drain from my face "Mother wouldn't..." I wanted to believe what I was saying, but how could I be sure? My mother never seemed to like me since the day I was born? I felt light headed "And good luck trying to prove your innocence," she said before leaving me alone in the middle of the street.
"Princess, I was scared you ran off," Jungkook said walking over to me, "Sorry," I mumbled turning towards him "What's on your mind?" he asked as if he could read my thoughts. "Nothing," I lied before turning to look at him "What did the police say?" I asked and he sighed running his fingers through his hair "They are quite caught up in a murder case at the moment, but they will send one of their deputies," Jungkook replied causing my heart to deflate "I don't want this to get back to my parents," I told him. He reached down and took my hand "We'll figure it out," he said giving me a smile and I nod before allowing him to lead me back towards the tower. I felt bad for not telling him the whole truth, but women can be catty and he didn't need to be dragged into it. 
I could hear the whispering behind my back and I knew it was going to be about me. The merchant made sure that every visitor had heard his speech, which means in a matter of days the whole town will know that the princess is denying buying a necklace to get out of paying. My reputation would be taking a hit, regardless of it we prove the claims to be false or not. Once we pass into the tower I felt the hot tears well in my eyes. Neither of us spoke a word, he silently followed me towards the study. He was shutting the door while I walked over and sat down in my favorite chair. I tried to rake my brain for where the necklace could've ended up, or who's hands it was in now. 
Jungkook did not say anything, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Eventually I begun thinking of people and my relationships with them. I wish Mina hated me less, I wished my mother believed in me more, I wish my father paid more attention. "Princess," Jungkook said getting my attention from the window, only then did I notice someone was with him. "This is Yuri, he's from the royal police, he wants to know what's going on," Jungkook explained. I invited him to sit down in the chair across from me. He pulled out a pen and notepad, "A few days ago the merchant came to the castle to show me his newest creation. It was a bejeweled necklace, beautiful no doubt, but the price was way too high." I reached up to feel the pearl around my neck "Besides this is my favorite necklace, I never take it off," I added feeling my cheeks redden.
"I sent him away with the necklace, the next thing I know he comes to the court asking for payment of a necklace I don't have," I told him and he nodded his head finishing up whatever note he was taking before looking at me "Anything else you want me to know?" he questioned and I nodded "He said one of the duchesses picked it up for me, saying that I requested it, but that is false," I informed him and I could see a hint disbelief in his eyes "Mina was her name, and ask any handmaid around, our relationship is... complicated," I said. He looked towards Jungkook for confirmation and he nodded his head, whether he believed me or not, he had my back, the man looked back towards me "Thank you for your time princess, I'll do the best to get the situation cleared up," he said before getting up to head out of the study.  I anxiously awaited for the royal police to come and tell me that the situation. If they found the necklace, if they know who was behind trying to set me up. Jungkook tried to ease my mind by keeping me distracted with things, but it was hard because there was this thing in the back of my mind nagging at me. Eventually I got annoyed with him and forced him to guard the door like the other knights do. I was staring out the large window when Jungkook came in and I sighed turning to scold him, but he was not playing around. "We've got to go," he said grabbing my arm and pulling me to my feet, he took my hand and pulled me out of the study. He basically became my human shield, carefully and quietly sneaking us down the long halls. "Jungkook what's going on?" I asked starting to feel nervous because this wasn't normal for him. He just squeezes my hand. 
I held on tightly to Jungkook's hand as he dragged me down the stairs "Where are we going?" I questioned quietly not wanting anyone to catch wind of where we were going. We made it to the basement where there was only rooms where the knights sleep. He pushed me into one of the rooms, "Stay here," he instructed, the sound of footsteps above us, "Where are you...No," I said holding onto his arm, he was planning to stop them himself. "Trust me" he said pulling my hand away from him before shutting the door and locking me inside. I walked over to the bed and sat down. That's when I realized I was in Jungkook's room. The only person who had a key to this room was him. I hope he stayed safe.
I looked over his dresser to see he had a journal. I know I should respect his privacy, but I didn't know he journaled, I didn't even know he knew how to write, although he was always present in my lessons and he is smart. I opened the journal to see he had written at least a paragraph each day since he left at 17. I moved the journal to catch more light but then a folded piece of paper fell into my lap. I set the journal down and lifted up the piece of paper, unfolding it to find that it was a nicely written letter and at the top it was written for me.
Dear Y/n,
What color is the castle again? Have you imagined dancing in your room as much as I have? How silly of me, to come to such a realization that I: as delicate as a bull, has fallen in love with someone like you. You're much more delicate than me, I know. Gentle hands that I've spent many long days daydreaming of. To think me, a knight meant to be training to become a warrior to stand at your side, wasting my precious time thinking about interlocking fingers with you; kissing your knuckles and fingertips and forcing your palm to touch my cheek because hands such as yours should be with hands such as mine. Is it idiotic of me to want to kiss you? Because if your hands are so soft then your lips must be too.
Are your lips soft? It's funny, I moisturize mine nearly every second of every day just in case we happen to bump into each other again. There was a time where I didn't care for the dryness of my lips, how they racked, nor did I pay much attention to the feeling of my rough hands from gripping my sword far too tight and now on late nights I wish to reverse the damage. I wish to be perfect for you. I can't help but ask, what is perfect to you? Tell me darling and I'll fix myself in every way because you deserve perfection. What a perfectionist I am.
Do you dance in your castle? Have you created a song with sweet sounds of your hums and your graceful feet landing on the floor of your ballroom? or do you just call it a room. Your room. Even as a knight, would you let me in? I want to touch you, to hold you, to dance with you. Let us dance together with the wind outside of your window. Let your curtains be thing, but be closed, because I'd find myself becoming jealous if anyone else saw how beautifully you move. Our shadows could be inspiration for a poet, an author, an artist; our shadows could be a young woman's standards or a musician's muse. How I hope to listen to the creativity of another because of seeing you- of us dance. Such pretty dancer you are, my love.
Until we meet again, Your Knight
I hugged the letter to my chest, my cheeks were burning but there was a large smile across my lips. The letter distracted me from everything that was happening around me until I heard a loud thud on the floor above me. I folded the letter back up and tucked it into my dress for safe keeping before getting up to walk towards the door. I pressed my ear against the door to hear the soft whispering of people. I slowly backed away from the door, heading towards one of the closets in the room. I pulled it open and managed to stuff my dress and myself inside before pulling the doors closed. I heard the doorknob shake and I had to cover my mouth to keep myself from gasping out loud. There was pounding and the next thing I knew the sound of the hinge and doorframe tearing down.
My shaking hands felt around for anything that could be used to protect myself. I felt the sharp prick in my finger and carefully felt my way to the handle of the small dagger. I held the dagger with both hands, pointing it towards the doors to the closet. My chest was heaving with anxiety as I listened carefully to the sound of footsteps, by my guess it was only one person. I closed my eyes tightly, praying to the gods above that whoever it was would just leave the room. However, fate was not on my side. All I could see was bright light and I leaped forwards, pushing my dagger into whatever was in front of me. I finally understood what it felt like to break skin and muscle. I push the man off of me, the sound of gurgling and choking and when my eyes adjusted to the light I watched as the man collapsed to the ground with a dagger into his throat.
I fell down on all fours, biting my lips to try and keep myself from throwing up. I sat up on my knees my hands leaving a bloody print on the floor. I felt my eyes widen as I turn my hands so my palms were faced up, blood covered it, leaking between my fingers. Frantically I rubbed my hands against the skirt of my dress, trying to clean them of the blood, but there was still a faint hue of red. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I continued to rub my hands raw on my dress which now had bloody handprints all over it. I heard the sound of footsteps and I crawled backwards until my back hits the dresser. 
Jungkook was the first to rush through the doorway, a few members of the royal guard behind him. "Search around, they're nearby," Jungkook ordered so the rest of the men would leave us. He stepped over the body and knelt down in front of me, his broad shoulders blocking the scene behind him, but it was too late, all of it was ingrained in my brain. "Y/n what happened?" he asked, but I just shook, my entire body trembling, I couldn't even breathe much less begin to explain. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his lap and I breathed in the scent of sweat and him on his skin. My arm hung limp at my sides, his heavy breath fanning down my back. Terror clung to my pores, to my muscles, causing me to be stiff as a board. I felt his lips brush against my ear "Please hug me back."
I forced myself to relax, my body sagging, arms lifting up to come around him, gripping him as tightly as possible. I sobbed, it was loud, it was ugly. He had to hold me tighter to keep me from thrashing around. "Calm don, Princess. Calm down," he whispered and I squirming against him, "Don't tell me to calm down," I snapped. This might be something he has learned to get used to but it was terrifying to me. "I need you to calm down for me, Y/n. Can you do that? Please, calm down and tell me what's going on." I stopped trying to escape his arms, just holding him. I took a deep breath, with difficulty and nodded. 
I pull back to look at him and he takes my bloody hand in his "Any of this yours?" he asked and I shook my head as tears rolled down my cheek. I had just killed someone. "H-he came in and I had a dagger-" I managed to studder halfway through "I'll kill them," he growled turning around to follow the rest of the guards. "No- please don't go- don't go," I said grabbing onto him and he instantly turned to face me "Don't leave me," I cried burying my face in his shoulder "Okay," he agreed holding one arm around my waist to keep me up, the other coming to the back of my head "It's okay," he told me brushing my hair "I'm here."
It took me a while to come back to my senses "I order you to never leave my side again," I said holding tightly to him. "You're not the Queen yet," he replied sounding almost as if he was sad himself, but I was not in my right mind to hear anything else, "Promise me Jungkook," I begged him quietly, at his name he froze before clearing his throat "I promise," he replied gently. I heard the sound of more people and Jungkook let go of me, using his body to block their view of me as I tried to collect myself. I wiped my tears off my cheeks and fixed my hair before stepping beside Jungkook "Was father informed?" I questioned the royal knights who nodded before leading me from where we were to the court room.
"My princess," my father said and I ran towards him, wrapping my arms around him "Are you hurt?" he questioned "I just cut my finger a little bit," I answered honestly. He took my hand into his to look at my now scabbing scratch "A battle scar," he joked getting me to smile, I couldn't tell him about how the other man ended up, even though I felt sick to my stomach. "What happened?" I questioned not understanding how people broke into the castle, "I'm not sure but thank goodness your mother and the duchess were out. I need to go talk to the royal police. Jungkook escort the princess back to her room, the rest of you with me," he directed before walking off with his guards. Jungkook and I headed back towards the tower, everything seeming extremely baren, no maids or people. The castle was on lockdown.
We get into my room and Jungkook waits outside the door as I said I was going to clean myself up in the bathroom. The first thing I do once the door is shut is untie my dress, I needed to get the blood stained thing off my body. As soon as it pools around my ankles, a piece of paper falls down. The letter. A smile hints at my lips and I picked it up before walking over to my bed and tuck it under my pillow. I hope he forgot he wrote it and doesn't go looking for it. I walk into the bathroom and turn on the hot water and picked up the bar of soap and begin to scrub. I wanted to get every last drop of blood out of my hands, I no longer wanted it to be hued red by blood, but rubbed raw from scrubbing, but it never felt clean enough. 
"Princess?" I heard Jungkook's voice and suddenly he was in the doorway, a sad sigh leaving his lips "You're going to hurt your hands," he said reaching over to shut off the water, but I turn it back on "They are not clean," I told him. "When the soap is gone you are done," he said before leaving me to my own devices. I felt like Lady MacBeth, out you damn spot. Once the soap was gone and my hands were in pain, I dry my hands off before going into my room. The dress was gone and I assumed Jungkook had taken it when he left. I walked over to my bed and slipped under the silk sheets. I wanted to will myself to sleep, to forget this, and have this all become a dream or more accurately a nightmare. 
I tossed and turned, rolling from one side to the other, opening my eyes, closing my eyes. Nothing worked. I huffed sitting straight up, the darkness had taken over the entirety of my room. "Jungkook," I asked into the darkness, moments later my room floods with light from the hallway door and Jungkook peeks his head inside. "Did you say my name?" he asked and I nodded my head "I can't sleep," I whispered and he stepped inside "Would you like me to stay?" he questioned, my head nods before I even consider it. He shuts the door and walked over to the side of my bed, turning on one of the candles so there's a dim light in the room. He pulls one of the chairs up next to the bed before sitting down "Better?" he asked and I nod climbing under the covers once again. 
I closed my eyes but still I felt uneasy, I opened my eyes to see Jungkook was still sitting there "Would you hold my hand?" I questioned, he bit his lip, either to hide his smile or laugh, this almost made me want to take back what I had said, but his hand finds mine. "This is like when we were kids," he teased but I rolled my eyes before closing them. Something about having his hand in mine made me feel a lot more secure. Like nothing could touch me as long as he here. His thumb stroked the back of my hand and the soft humming coming from his chest is what eventually lulls me back to sleep.
The sunlight shining through my window wakes me up, my room flooded with golden light. I rolled my head to the side and that's when I saw Jungkook. He was resting against my bed, his arms sprawled out over his head, he was fast asleep. His lips were parted slightly, and his eyelash fluttered against his cheek. I looked over his broad shoulders, following down his strong arms to the tips of his fingers. There was glimmering sunlight touching the tip of his finger, as if the sunlight was bursting from his fingertips, instead of coming in through the window. Everything he touches turns into gold, and I'm just one of the lucky ones who he holds. I want to believe that when I feel the butterflies in my stomach that he wasn't like this with every, that it was personal between the two of us. 
So this is love?
There was no denying that Jungkook was handsome. I couldn't help but think that his heart belongs to me and that caused my heart to flutter. I reach out to run my fingers through his hair, and he stirs in his sleep. A second later he opened his eyes and pushes himself up "Morning," he said before cracking his neck "You didn't have to stay all night," I told him and he laughed out his nose, stretching out his shoulders "Princess, you had a death grip on my hand all night," he replied causing heat to climb up my neck "Surely you could've just forced me to let go while I was sleeping," I said crossing my arms over my chest. "I removed one finger and you almost woke up in a fright," he replied with a teasing grin "I didn't mind princess, you had a hard day," he added before standing up.
"I'll get your seamstress," he said walking to the door, "I'll come with you," I replied flinging my covers to the side, basically jumping out of bed "I told you not to leave me," I mumbled grabbing his arm, embarrassed at the fact that the moment he left my vision I would become terrified. "You don't want people to see you in your slip," he countered but I doubted there was hardly anyone in the tower this early in the morning "Good thing you're much larger than me," I replied pushing him out the door in front of me. He sighed before leading the way towards the closet room. There was no one in the hallways, and when we arrived to the room, he waited outside while the women helped me into another dress. 
"Princess, your family requests a meeting for breakfast," I heard one of the royal council call through the door "Thank you," I called back as the women tightened the lace, another one tying my hair back in a bow. The gown was a soft baby blue color, white between the pleats. Once they were all done, they pulled the door open, Jungkook turned around to look at me and he almost looked speechless "Do you like it?" I questioned doing a spin, blue was his favorite color, "lovely," he replied holding out his hand. I took it and he brought me out into the hallway, before allowing me to lead him towards the dining hall. I enter the room to find my parents and Mina, everyone else had cleared the room "He stands outside," My mother said and I grabbed Jungkook's wrist before he left without a word "He's my personal knight," I replied.
Her eyes narrow "This is a family manner," she said crossing her arms and my eyes fall on Mina "Then why is the duchess here?" I questioned. My father sighed "Both can stay, sweetheart sit down," he said and I walk over to the table with Jungkook behind me. He pulled out my chair and pushed it in once I sat down. "I was talking with the royal police and it seemed that it was a random attack. If it were planned they would've had a separate team after the Queen and Duchess since they were gone," my father explained, "They have yet to get the men to confess as to why they attacked, but we don't plan on letting them off lightly," my father added and all of us nod our heads, "Mina, make sure you also bring a guard with you," my father addressed her before looking at Jungkook "Don't let her leave your sight, boy," he said and Jungkook nodded. 
The rest of the breakfast was silent until my father spoke up again "They also found the merchant's necklace, apparently a woman posing as a duchess took it and was going to sell at another kingdom," he said and my mother and Mina glance at each other, almost as if both were in relief "Well, it's good our precious daughter was innocent," mother said and a part of me wanted to stand up and scream at her how she should've just believed me in the first place. "I've lost my appetite," I said politely before getting up "Please enjoy," I excused myself Jungkook following behind me. I felt anger fill my system, my hands curled so tightly my nails dug into my skin. "Princess," Jungkook said but I ignored his call, storming back towards the tower. He grabbed my wrist stopping me in my tracks and I let out a breath through my nose.
"They planted it on some stranger," I hissed through gritted teeth, trying to keep my tears in "Our merchant wouldn't be so careless, he wouldn't have given to anyone but Mina." I turn to look at him "And mother knew, she knew about Mina trying to ruin my image and covered for her! Swept it all under the rug," I said and the worst part was I knew too, I knew what Mina did yet no one took my word for it and I didn't even tell Jungkook. "She told me too," I said tiredly and Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows "She admitted it?" he asked and I nodded "She wants me gone, and my mother had always preferred her to me." Anger melts into sadness, "Why couldn't she preferred her own child."
Jungkook took me into his arms, a hand curling over the back of my head that now rests on his chest. "I don't understand how anyone could prefer anyone over you," he said and I couldn't help but smile "You like me better right?" I asked in a hopeful voice, "You might be the only person I've ever liked," he said. I pull back slightly, his arms now around my back, and I just smiled at him. The tips of his ears turn red "Don't look at me like that," he said releasing me from his arms and taking a step back. "Like what?" I questioned, my eyes never leaving his face, he turns away so his back is towards me "Like I'm your favorite person in the world," he muttered, I smirked walking past him "Maybe you are," I teased leaving him to catch up.
We round the corner and I almost crash into a member of the royal knight, luckily Jungkook pulled me into his side just in time "Watch where you're going," Jungkook said. "I'm sorry princess," he said bowing apologetically and that's when I noticed he was the young one placed on the case of the missing necklace "So the case is over," I said causing a confused look to cross his face, then redden when he realized "I-I was close to uncovering where the necklace was when captain found it on a young woman in town," he explained and I nodded my head "Where did you think the necklace was?" I asked curious causing Jungkook to squeeze my arm as if to silently tell me to be quiet. "Honestly..." he leaned in slightly "I think it was in the castle, not the tower... the castle," he whispered so only we could hear him "Thank you," I said before walking off. I didn't need to know more than that, it was enough evidence that Mina was trying to set me up.
"Shall we walk outside?" I asked looking out the windows at the garden "If you wish," Jungkook replied, he hold out his elbow and I looped my arm through his and he led me towards the door. We stepped outside and the fresh air surrounds us, and we walked out into the garden. I walked over to the fountain and climbed onto the ledge, something I had done since I was a little girl, it was like my own balance beam. I stick my hands out to help me keep my balance, but when I stepped on my dress it caused me to slip towards the water. Jungkook caught my wrist and tugged me to fall the other way, so I fell into his arms and chest. Once my feet were on the ground he released me from his arms "You always keep me on my toes," he said and I giggled straitening out my dress. 
"There isn't anything I wouldn't do to keep you by my side," I said looking up at him, he had a lovesick look in his eyes but other than that he looked nonchalant "You don't need to try too hard. I am your knight after all," he replied crossing his arms over his chest. "Even if you weren't, I won't give you up." The little smile on his face does something crazy to my heart rate. "I wouldn't give you up," he replied and I burn "Who knew you were such a nice guy underneath your knightly exterior?" I teased. He rolled his eyes "Don't go telling anyone else or they'll be disappointed to find out it's only for you." Before I wouldn't have thought another second about what he said, but ever since finding the letter I can't help but view it as flirting. 
"Jungkook," I turned towards the fountain, embarrassed about what I was about to ask, "Are you in love with me?" I asked and he made no audible noise, so I turned to look at him and he was just chuckling at me "Who wouldn't be in love with the princess?" he replied before I could tease him for cooping out of the answer a loud noise shot off and I threw myself into Jungkook's chest, arms wrapped tight around his torso, eyes squeezed shut. He held me in his arms "It's Hunting season," he replied running his hand over my back "You're safe," he whispered, but all I could hear is the fast beat of his heart. I stepped away from him and clear my throat "Maybe I just wanted an excuse to hug you," I replied before turning back to the fountain.
The rest of the day I spent with Jungkook at my side, the two of us basically flirting with each other, although to the outside it seemed like how it always been, but since the letter it felt different. Tonight my parents were throwing a ball, they've had it planned for a while but I thought considering we had a break in last night they might change their mind. My father however didn't want to worry the people, and my mother wanted to keep up her image, so I spent a good portion of the night getting ready. The ballgown was large and heavy, but it was beautiful, and they curled my hair and tied half of it up with a bow. Apparently there were  few potential suitors tonight so my mother requested they dolled me all up.
I stepped out of the dressing room and Jungkook scanned me over, adoration in his eyes, I wonder how I missed that look. I felt heat crawl up my neck "I can't be late," I said turning to walk down the hall as my cheeks burn. We arrive and everyone is looking at me, I walk through the room as elegantly as I can as I head towards my parents. I hug my mother and kiss my father on my cheek, greeting them as if I hadn't seen them in years. "Be on your best. We want you to have several suitors," my mother whispered in my ear before releasing me, her eyes warning me not to embarrass her. My parents walk off and I let out a heavy sigh, "I'm going to need a drink," I muttered heading towards one of the waiters. I lift a glass of champagne off his tray and situate myself behind Jungkook, out of the public eye before downing it like a shot.
"Princess," Jungkook scolded, his eyes looking around to see if anyone was paying attention, I hand him my drink "I'm going to need it," I replied before grabbing another. This time I carried it around with me as I greeted our guests, holding it daintily, occasionally taking sips. I could definitely feel the alcohol going through my system. I tripped over my own two feet only to have Jungkook catch and steady me. I blushed looking around, but his broad shoulders hid me from the world "You're fine," he said and I smiled "Dance with me," I said taking his hand and walking towards the dance floor. He followed me hesitantly but with a nod from my father the two of us got in position before the next slow song played.
His hand fits around my waist perfectly, his rough hands gently holding mine in the palm of his hand. He held me close, too close. His firm frame pressed against my every soft curve. As the music continues his arm slides behind my back, fully embracing me. I rest my head against his chest. The champagne pulsating through my veins, casting a warm glow upon is, allowing the magic of chemistry to expand between us. My thoughts come back to the present, the warmth in his strength. My nose brush against his neck, I love the smell of his skin and I brush my lips against his neck and he shivers. 
It takes a lot of restraint on my end to not claim every inch of his body. I lift my head, moving in his arms to face him, but he had his head turned to the side, the opposite direction of me. His eyes busy scanning the crowd, "Jungkook," I whispered to gain his attention but he just hums in response letting me know he had heard me. I slipped my hand from his and placed it on his cheek, "Look at me," I demanded trying to turn his head, but he fought me. "Ask me what I want?" I murmured, my fingers brushing down his cheek, my hand taking his back to dance. I let out a sigh as he ignored me, turning my head to gaze off in the distance. He turned his head, his lips just barely an inch from my ear, the public display of affection from him- not sexual, not teasing, but pure affection- filled my chest with warmth, but I tried to swallow down my hope.
"What do you want?" he whispered and I turned my gaze to meet his, our noses inches from each other, and suddenly, we weren't in the castle, in the ballroom full of people. We were in m room, ignoring the party and the world around us, a world we mostly disregarded when we were together. "I want you," I whispered simply "Just you. Nothing else. Only ever you." he breathed out in pain, closing his eyes. I wanted to kiss him hard like in the novels, but this was reality and I was a princess and he was a knight and we had to carry ourselves in a certain way. But I hugged him close and inhaled his unique scent, allowing myself to get drunk on it. I held back all the emotions that flooded me. The happiness. The wariness and love. So much love. 
the song ends and we finally pull away from each other, I looked down to his clutched fists at his side. "I burn for you," I said reaching out towards his hand but he pulls back and I let out a soft fake laugh "Can't even look me in the face?" I questioned. I huffed before turning around accepting a dance from another taker, but this person did not set my body quite on fire. I was quite drunk at the end of the night, taking a new drink for each man that wanted to dance with me. I was giggling at anything they were saying and basically tripping over my feet whenever I took a step. But most of all I felt chuffed to see the jealousy on Jungkook's face with each man that kissed the back of my hand. Although I must have been not acting very ladylike because the next thing I knew Jungkook was leading me out of the ballroom and back towards the tower.
I didn't even care about how mother had told him to take me out of there because I was acting like a harlet. I was just happy to have my hand back in his where it belonged. We got to the tower and he led me towards my room, but I did had other plans. I pushed him back against one of the walls, so our bodies were pressed together once more. My hands were on his chest, and I leaned up on my tippy toes to get my mouth closer to his, but he tilts his chin up, his head smacking against the wall. I stare up at him drunkenly "Say my name," I begged "Say I'm yours- Promises we will never be ripped apart." he swallowed thickly "Princess-" "Don't you have urges? Don't you burn for me?" I questioned as he gently pushed me away and grabbed my arm to lead me into my bedroom.
"You think I don't have urges?" Jungkook growled letting go of my wrist as soon as he shut the door behind him, I blink innocently at him letting my dress fall completely down. His eyes didn't hesitate to explore the now exposed skin "Don't you think I know your not the same little girl?" he questioned stepping towards me. Only when he was standing over me, looking down at me and I was only wearing a slip did I realize how much smaller I was than him. "Fuck it," he whispered before grabbing my hips and spinning me around so my back was pressed against his chest. My cheeks burned at the feel of his rough hands on my skin. He leaned in so his breath was against my neck "Look at you, putty in my hands," he whispered brushing his lips against my ear causing a shiver to run down my back.
"I want so many things," he whispered "I want your mind. Your strength. I want to be worth your time." His fingers graze the hem of my bra "I want this up." His other graze my panties "I want these down." The tips of his fingers graze over my sides "I want to feel your skin on fire. I want to feel your heart racing because of me, because you want me too. Because you never- ever want me to stop. I wan every second. Every inch of you. All of it." I was burning, dead weight in his arms, leaning against his chest. I feel his lips brush against my neck and I have the audacity to whimper, how embarrassing. "I want to know where to touch you. I want to know how to touch you. I want to know how to convince you to design a smile just for me." I feel his chest rising and falling, up and down, up and down. "I-I thought you only saw me as a friend."
"Yes. I do. You're my best friend." I want to turn around, I want to face him, to look in his eyes, to measure his sincerity. He pushed me towards the bed and I fell forward into the bed. I looked over my shoulder and Jungkook was rubbing his jaw "Go to sleep, you're drunk," he said and before I could even complain he was out the door. I sighed with a pout before climbing into my bed, laying down on my pillow. I reached under my pillow and pulled out the letter that Jungkook had never intended to send to me. I opened it before reading his sweet words, my heart knowing that he meant every word he said. I tuck the letter away once again before padding across the floor to stand at the door. I press my ear against the wood and I could hear Jungkook breathing through the door.
It was like he was gasping for air. Like I have taken all the breath from his lungs, and he was trying desperate to catch it. I knelt down to the floor and sat with my back against the door, listening to him try and calm himself down. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. He was me definition of desire. I never knew how engulfing the flames could be till now. I curled against the door. I wanted another moment with him. When he's out of my sight, I miss him and nothing felt right until I was with him again. My eyelids felt heavy, so I let them shut. I imagine his strong arms curling around me, his firm chest beneath my head. It was easy to fall asleep in his arms. 
The next morning the guard outside my door said Jungkook would meet me in the dining hall. I wore my silk robe and he escorted me through the tower to the dining room where my parents and Mina ate breakfast. Jungkook standing off in the corner, only nodding as a greeting, I felt embarrassed by my actions last night, he was keeping his distance now. I sat down across from my parents, my father a bit grumpy and my mother chipper "Rare for us to have breakfast twice in a row," I joked while reaching for my knife to butter my toast. "Despite your behavior we had quite a few inquires about when you are of age to marry," my mother said and it took everything for me not to turn and look at Jungkook's face, "Marriage," I said with a soft giggle. My father was still sulking "As much as I dislike the idea, you are of age," my father agreed, I hummed "Whatever you think is best father," I said stealing a glance at Jungkook who was just staring directly straight. 
My mother went into a long rant on how I needed to be on my best behavior, showing only my good parts so that I can attract the best of men. I drown her out, nodding occasionally so she doesn't know that I am ignoring her. Once she was done talking and my father was royally pissed off, they left the breakfast table, leaving me alone with Mina. "At least I don't have to have an arranged marriage. I could even have a knight if I want to," she said her eyes darting to the man behind me. I felt green, my hand holding my fork so tight my knuckles were white. I had half a mind to drive it into her palm. I threw my fork on the table before standing up "Have a good day," I said as kindly as I could manage before storming out of the dining hall. 
I knew Jungkook was following behind me, but I couldn't face him, not when I have tears in my eyes. I veer right and push the doors open to head outside "Princess," Jungkook called as the door swung shut. "Princess," Jungkook said again catching up, but staying behind me "It's not fair," I muttered, "I'm never going to be in love in an arranged marriage!" Really I couldn't help but feel like I could never be in love with anyone other than Jungkook. I continue to the fountain, collapsing against it, staring at my reflection in the water, "I will never find a love like..." I sighed before standing up "It isn't fair. I wanted to find someone, on my own," I complained, I was not letting him catch up to me. I didn't want him to see me, and I didn't want to hear what Jungkook had to say.
"You will be find with someone Y/n," Jungkook said harshly causing me to stop running from him "You will meet him and you will love him, and you will live and die for them because that is your way," he said running his fingers through his hair, "And I will watch," he added softly, giving me a sad smile "I promised to never leave your side," he said. I thought the idea of me getting married would force him to express his feelings I know he has for me, but when that didn't work I thought maybe saying there's no one I could love would force it out of him. I was beyond frustrated, I couldn't stop the tears that welled in my eyes "How can one be so stupid!" I said causing his eyes to widen in shock.
"Princess-" I shook my head stopping him from speaking "Leave me be," I said before heading out of the gardens back towards the castle. "Y/n," he said causing me to stop on the stairs "You're right, I'm stupid, I can't read your mind, so just tell me," he added. I turned my head to the side, not being able to look him in the eye "Why didn't you ever send it?" I asked in a soft voice. "What?" he questioned and I swallowed thickly "why didn't you ever send me the letter you wrote?" I asked spinning around to face him. He paled, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides "You saw that," he said before clearing his throat "in my room," he was walking himself through it and I was worried he was going to be upset I went through his things.
"I didn't send it because I couldn't," he said looking me in the eyes and my heart sunk "Because you didn't mean it or because you physically could not?" I demanded. He sighed running his fingers through his hair, he should've known I would not have let him off the hook so easily. "We are from different worlds Y/n," he said desperate for me to believe him "I only have a title because I can fight. A romance between the two of us...It just wouldn't work," he added defeated as if he already thought this through. "So I never sent the letter to save us from making a mistake," he explained, it pained me that he thought it a mistake. Two people in love, how could that be wrong? I walked towards him so I was able to stand in front of him.
"Has your feelings changed since writing the letter?" I questioned and he avoided my eyes "Does it matter?" he replied and I took his chin in my hands and forced him to look at me "It matters to me," I said. He swallowed thickly as if he was torn between telling the truth or lying, "No, I wouldn't say my feelings have changed," he answered. "In this moment I need you to see me as an ordinary girl," I requested and he looked at me quizzically "I'm just a girl, standing in front of a guy, asking him to love her," I said causing my cheeks to burn and he shook his head "Princess-" "In this moment I'm only Y/n," I told him. This was like pulling teeth. "I've loved you since the day we met," he breathed "You asked me to hold your hand while you slept," he added reaching out but stopping halfway "But we can't." It hurt. I only realized that these intense feelings for Jungkook were actually ones of love, but here we are now. "Hey," he said cupping my face and I lean into his palm, his thumb stroking my cheek "Let's just forget about it, hm?" he whispered trying to stop my tears. "It's whatever. We can just be friends," he added, but I shook my head "No... I want you to be something else," I whispered. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tight chest, "I won't love them," I told him, clinging onto his shirt, "You don't have to," he mumbled into the top of my head. But what scared me, what scared me the most, is that Jungkook will fall in love with another, and then he will no longer be at my side, even as my knight.
"Don't... Please don't... Please don't be in love with someone else," I said muffled into his shirt, his hand caresses the back of my head "I won't," he promised without hesitation. He takes my cheeks between his hands so I can look at me "No other girls exist in this world for me. If you see me talking to one, know that I'm talking about you. If you see me walking next to someone, I'm wishing it was you. You're the only one for me." I swallow thickly "I don't believe you," I whispered and he exhaled out his nose "How can I make you believe me?" he questioned, his hands sliding down my cheeks to my neck, almost like he knew what I was going to ask him. "Kiss me," I whispered and I almost was afraid he didn't hear me because he made no move His lips touched mine, heat rising from my stomach to my chest, the smell of him hypnotic beyond reason. My eyes fluttered shut as I parted my lips, he felt like warm sunlight against my mouth, leaving my toes curling, unfurling all my senses as the taste of him nearly silenced all thoughts. My whole body tingled, like nothing I ever expected. The feeling of his frame leaning on me as his arms wrapped around me felt forbidden. He pulled me in claiming my mouth again, hungry and intense, until my knees gave in. By the time I became aware of my fingers, they had already slipped under his shirt, his skin smooth, firm, and radiating heat. It was as if time stopped right here, with us glued to one another. As if no one else existed and there was no risk of my parents catching us.
This had been building up for years and it was worth every second. I wanted more. "I have waited," he murmured against my swollen lips "My whole life for this." And then he kissed m again. The deep kind of kisses that left little room for thought. There was only feeling and wanting. That was it. I stepped closer, telling him what I wanted with soft moans. Our kisses slowed, becoming tender and infinitely more. It was like we were getting to know each other on an intimate level. I was breathless and dazed, unprepared for all of this, but my body ached for more than just kisses and touching- for more of him. And I knew he did too. His powerful body shook like mine. It was easy to get lost in him, lost in this connection between us. The world- the universe- ceased to exist. 
We spent the day in the garden, stealing kisses behind rose bushes, lingering touches in the hedge maze and it only made my want for him grow. We were sitting on the edge of the fountain, our shoulders brushing against each other when Mina walked out "Your family has been looking for you," she said before side eying Jungkook "Perhaps you need someone who has his eyes on everything else and not just you," she added before spinning on her heels. Jungkook sighed before standing up and then holding his hand out to me. This would have to be the most innocent of contact we'd have today, but my cheeks flushed all the same as I placed my hand in his. He pulled me up to my feet and the lead me out of the garden, opening the door, allowing me to walk in first. 
Our hands part and he takes his place walking behind me as I head towards the throne room. That's usually where my parents are, and when we arrived there apparently everyone else. Jungkook walked over toward the other guards and I walked to the throne where my father sat "What's going on?" I whispered sitting in my chair beside him. "A prince from the neighboring kingdom has come to join us today," my father explained, my mother looking over at me from her chair on the other side of my father "He requested our presence. Mina took long enough to find you," she said. Our town crier blew in his horn causing everyone in the room to silence "Prince Camil from Arodite," he said before bowing, his hands in the direction of a prince who could've been Jungkook's age, maybe older. 
He bowed in front of my family, "Please rise," my father said with a slight chuckle "No need for such formalities," he added. My father had always been an easy going type of ruler, which is why his people loved him, and other kings hated him. We needed all the royal allies we could get, which is why my father made a point to be extra friendly towards them. The man rose and looked directly at me, his eyes scanning over me. I blushed feeling as if he could tell my lips were kissed swollen, so I looked towards my father. "What can we do for you? I feel like we haven't seen you for several balls now," my father said and the young man laughed "I've been busy with our military, but when I heard your daughter was of age for marriage. I knew I had to be the first in line."
"I ask for your daughters hand in marriage," the prince said shocking no one, but me, my eyes widen as I look between my father and the prince, neither of them looking to me for my opinion despite me being the one who is asked. "Well... I see no need to object," my father said pondering out loud, my eyes dart to Jungkook who was across the room, equally as shocked as I was, neither of us expecting a proposal, especially so soon. "I promise to give your daughter the world," the prince added for good measure. Jungkook's eyes met mine and I silently begged him to do something and he gave me a look back as if what can I do. Tears welled in my eyes as I felt myself losing control of the entire situation. The kingdom was taken over with excitement, they have been waiting for a royal wedding since my eighteenth birthday.
From the outside, I tried to make it seem as though I was keeping it together. But there was pain in my chest, bleeding out into every part of my body causing my knees to shake. But I smile, grit my teeth and push through it, thanking everyone for their congratulations. It felt like every cell in my body is moving so fast the my veins are blurry. Despite the constant metronome of my heartbeat inside my ears it's like I'm listening to a spastic drumline. It feels like bees are stuck in my ears, like a broken white noise machine that plays all the sound at once. I don't even realize I am grinding my teeth. I leave the throne room, my own two feet adding to the atomic loud abyss of noises and sounds giving me the feeling of fleeting to come rushing through my veins.
I avoid eye contact as I push through the crowd towards the door. I wasn't intentionally ignoring people's comments, but I couldn't hear a word they said over my own voice in my head. My palms are sweating and I knew in a few moments the water would leak from my eyes. My skin felt unexplainably hot and rash and frustrating. I taste iron in my mouth as I gnaw the inside of my cheek, as if the solution to my problems were somewhere between my teeth and gums. It feels like drowning but it feels like burning and it feels like it'll last forever. I imagine my feet moving so fast that they leave trails of dust behind them, because somehow I'm moving faster than the sixty seconds that make up a minute. And none of it added up like my father had taught me. I can't subtract the one and find the square root of the problem. There is no life or death situation, just the life of a royal woman.
The door swings closed behind me and my legs give out causing me to fall dramatically to the floor. My hands catch me before my face can come close to the ground, but I could see where my tears began splattering on the concrete. I pound my fist against the floor, sending a pain up my arm, "It's unfair," I whispered before pounding my other fist against the ground, but the relief was fleeting. Both of my fists were now pounding against the ground as I started repeating that sentence over and over. I knew it wasn't very ladylike, or royal for that matter, but none of the servants said anything, just continued to walk by as if I wasn't even there. My skin was turning red, but my pounding against the ground had gotten softer as I was getting drained of energy.
I felt a hand touch my back and and swing my arm back, hitting their arm away with my wrist as I turn to face them, only to see the sad smile on Jungkook's lips. I threw my arms around his neck, crying into his neck as his hand comes to my lower back, as well as my head. "It'll be fine, Princess," he promised but I shook my head side to side "I'll have to leave the palace, the kingdom, my family... you," I cried holding on tighter to him "It's not fair, I don't even get a word," I added. He hugged me to his chest before standing up, pulling me to my feet "You're the strongest person I know," he said pulling back to wipe the tears off my cheeks, "Anywhere you go you will be fine," he added, his eyes begging me to believe him "Not without you, I won't."
The door pushes open and my fiancé walked in, his eyes quickly narrow with jealousy and Jungkook stiffens back like the other knights, his arms at his sides, the warmth of his hands leaving me. He stared forward against the wall "I'm her body guard," he said as if to explain, "You seem a little too close for my liking," my fiancé replied putting his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side. "I don't want to see you near her again," my fiancé said and I open my mouth to protest but Jungkook gives me a look as if to stay silent "As you wish," Jungkook replied looking directly at my fiancé. He turned to leave the two of us, and I had to hold my own hands to keep from reaching out to him "Mr. Knight... If I see you near the princess again I'll have your head," my fiancé called but Jungkook just walked out the door.
"Stay away from him," my fiancé told me coldly, but I shrugged his arm off me, and pushed his side so he'd fall away from him. "You have no control over me," I said strongly and the man chuckled "Darling, you are to be my wife, your life is mine now," he old me, twirling a piece of my hair around his finger. I turn to head out the door Jungkook went, but he grabs my wrist before I could get too far "Your mother said you'd be a handful but I wasn't expecting this," he grumbled before tugging me behind him "Good thing she gave me these," he said holding out a set of keys. They were to the tower. To my room. I felt tears well in my eyes. I wanted to fight him, not wanting to be locked in that tower again, but fighting him seemed useless.
He shoved me into my room and locked the door "This isn't fair!" I cried pounding my fist against the wooden door "Only let me in," my fiancé said and one of his guards replied with a yes sir. I pound on the door for what feels like hours, pleading for the knight to let me out, asking why they were treating the princess of this kingdom like a prisoner. For the next three days I'm only allowed out of my room when I am with the prince I was to marry. We walked along the gardens, he spoke of his kingdom, and what our grand wedding was to be like, I looked around for any sign of Jungkook. He still didn't trust me on my own, locking me back in my room when he had other things to attend too. I begged to meet with my father, but my request fell on deaf ears, a door shut in my face.
"You really should speak when being spoken to," the prince said annoyed and I turned my head to look at him, usually he is able to be quite civil if I agree to walk with him, even if I don't generally respond but tonight he looked a bit drunk "We're to be married," he said running his fingers through his hair. He seemed to be thinking, a smirk coming to his lips, "I guess I should try another way to win your heart," he said. He grabbed my face between his hands and pressed his lips against mine. His hands were rough and his lips were chapped and his tongue tasted of ale. It was nothing sweet, nothing romantic, more like an assertion of dominance. I push way from him and use the back of my arm to wipe off his spit, "You'll learn to love it," he said fixing his shirt before taking my elbow "Let's enjoy our night," he said.
Thankfully he didn't try to kiss me again for the rest of the night, and this time the person guarding the door was from our kingdom. Relief floods me "Sir-" "Nick, did the queen send you? My two men were getting quite tired," the prince cuts me off, and despite the sorry look in his eyes he nodded his head "Perfect," the prince said pushing me towards him. Nick catches me before I can fall but he gently places me into my room "I'm sorry, princess," he whispered before pulling he door closed, the sound of the lock turning the deadbolt. I heard them exchange a few words and then the sound of heavy boots. The next thing I knew a book slide under the crack of the door, and I picked it up to find it was from one of the author's in town.
I relax on my bed, using the last bit of light from the sky to read a few chapters, allowing myself to escape my reality. It was getting dark when I heard angered hushed voices. I closed my book and walked over to the door, pressing my ear against it "Jungkook the prince will have your head if he sees you, get out of here," Sir Nick told him, "I thought I convinced myself that nothing would ever happen, so I thought it as okay to just let go," Jungkook sounded panicked. I wanted to scream at him for being an idiot, but I worried what my voice would do. "She was so hot that you couldn't help yourself after she became legal-" "No," Jungkook snapped cutting him off "It's not like that." Nick chuckled "What's it like then?" he asked quietly.
"I fucking love her," Jungkook hissed, my heart thrashing in my ribs. I have to place a hand over my mouth to keep the noises from falling out. "I fell in fucking love with her. It hurt to be away from Y/n at bootcamp. Everything fucking hurt, and I didn't want that pain anymore. I fucking couldn't." he inhales deeply "It only became unbearable when I knew the prince wanted her and I wouldn't get to stand by her side." I don't know how long they stand in silence "I know, more than anyone, how painful it is watching someone yo love be with another person. But you can't love her-" "I've known her since I was fifteen years old," Jungkook told him "I've spent so much fucking time with her, Nick. We've been through a lot together, so yes, I fell in love with her."
I don't even realize the door unlocks and opened until I'm swept up in Jungkook's arms and he carries me back into the room. The door slams closed with a hard thud and Jungkook sets me down, his hands coming to my face "Are you alright? Has he hurt you?" he questioned while wiping my tears away. I shake my head no, and that's when I notice the tears of his own. "I've loved you. Always," he said "I was just too worried that we'd get into a mess and there'd be trouble for you. There's a seventeen year old boy, holding a letter he wrote to you, and if he could, he'd send it to tell you this all over again." My hands fist his shirt and pull him into me, our lips crashing into each other somewhere in the middle.
He immediately withdrew, his brows crossed with concern. It was a look that almost made me want to seep into the stone floor and disappear. He noticed "I'm sorry," he said thickly, trying not to look ashamed "I- I can't. I mean, You're getting married to a prince in a week or so..." I really wish he'd stop blabbing. I pull him back down to kiss me again, this time he growls, as if to scold me, but his lips and hands have a mind of their own. He lifted me up, his hands on my bum, carrying me over to my bed. He dips me down until I am pressed against the mattress all while never breaking the kiss.
His tongue darts out and sneaks between my lips. The feeling is so exquisite that I'm instantly greedy for more. Hesitantly, I open my mouth and our tongues touch for the first time and it is sheer bliss. I moan as I'm filled with the taste of him, pressed up to every inch of him. He kisses me fiercely like his life depends on it and I try to keep up. I push his hand down to where my butt meets my thigh, and pull his other hand from my ribs to the side of my breasts. His lips fall from mine with a shaky breath, he looked like he was about to pass out. "I want to have sex with you," I whispered into the night, "And I was hoping you'd participate a little more." After a while he finally said something "I'd participate so well, you wouldn't walk straight the next day." it came out more of a growl.
I hear footsteps pass. I'm my room, or should I say jail cell, betrothed to another, yet Jungkook has his hands on me. Too bold for my own good, I lift my hand over his and press my fingertips into my cleavage "Walking is overrated," I whispered. Whatever control he had over himself slips slightly, his hand regaining its autonomy. He strokes my body over my dress and I shiver "Princess... I can't defile you. He's a prince," Jungkook replied pulling back, he was now standing at the edge of the bed I was laying on. That was enough to bring tears to my eyes "I hate him. I don't care if he thinks I'm defiled. I hate any man that isn't you," I said untying the stupid dress the prince had gotten me, letting it fall onto the ground, leaving me in nothing but my slip.
I could see the bulge in his pants and his eyes were doing the most to keep his gaze on my face, not what was under my silken slip which was basically see through. I turn around to face the wall, my cheeks burning as I slowly pull my slip over my head, letting it pool around my ankles. I look over my shoulders to see he had given up, his eyes drifting over every inch of exposed skin until they met mine. "Y/n," he warned but I loved the sound of my name coming from his lips, not my title, not someone else's property, just Y/n, his Y/n. I turn around to face him and he inhales a shaky breath. "We don't have time," he whispered stepping towards me, "No, we don't," I agreed. He crawled over me, slotted between my legs, and my arms wrapped around his shoulders, "I'm glad we're on the same page." Not another word was uttered between us.
I felt him nudge my entrance causing my breath to hitch, and I bit down on my lip. "Lower your legs," he demanded and I did as he instructed, his hands burning against my skin "Just a little-there. That's perfect." He returned his lips to mine "You're perfect." I go to speak but my words ended with a cry that he captured with his lips. He filled me, stretching me until I wasn't sure if this position would work. Or if I wouldn't work. I'd never done this with anyone. I haven't even read about it in book. But I held on, my fingernails digging into his skin as he kept sinking into me, deeper and deeper until there was no space between our bodies. Jungkook dropped his forehead to my shoulder with a hiss, his hand running up and down my shaking body. His arm had gone under my head, holding himself up and he finally looks at me "You okay?" he rasped, lips brushing mine "Love." My heart ached.
I nodded, easing my grip on his shoulders. I rub my hand over his chest and over his neck, realizing he needed help calming down as I did. His eyes were flooded with emotion and I nodded my head again. He pulls out slightly before sinking back in. It burns. He continues the motion, pulling out a little further each time before sinking back in, taking his time to drag himself across my walls. His lips found my neck, kissing and nipping at my sensitive skin. Something ignited withing me. I could feel it starting in my core, slowly inching it's way to my extremities. His firm body pressed against my curves, his hand that brushed over the side of my breast, the thrust of his hips slapping mine only caused the feeling to grow quicker.
Every thrust, every sweet whisper, every pleasuring kiss of his was my undoing. I whimpered into his shoulder as everything slipped, the orgasm washing over me as I came. He rides it out before pulling himself out of me, his hand catching his penis, jerking it off until he's biting back a moan, his cum leaking out of the tip. He uses a cloth to clean himself off, pulling up his pants, zipping himself away. He picks up my slip and pulls it over my head. He presses a kiss to my forehead before walking towards my vanity, picking up my brush. He gently brushes my hair and it only make me feel more sleepy. He helped me under the covers and climbed in there with me. I collapsed into his chest. I prayed to tall the gods out there that I could remain right here in is arms. That I have to, that I need to. Forever. This is where I belonged.
He moved so we were laying against the pillow, facing each other. His fingers traced a path down my cheeks, my nose, my ears, my neck, finally over my lips. "I love you," he whispered with so much passion behind those words, I could feel it when his lips pressed against mine. I snuggled into his chest, and he held me close. "I love you too," I whispered into his chest and he held me tighter, as if someone was trying to force me to let go. Exhaustion took over me and I could no longer hold my eyes open. He brushed his fingers over my skin and instead of starting a fire in their wake, they calmed me down like it was laced with chamomile tea. I woke up hugging my comforter to my chest, any trace of Jungkook gone, besides the ache between my legs.
The door unlocked and my soon to be husband walked in, eying me over "You just woke up?" he questioned and I nod, still feeling light from last night. "Your mother requests to see you," he told me and I sighed pulling on my dress from yesterday before following him out of my room. Neither of us said anything, he wasn't his usual cocky self, it's almost as if he were nervous, that made me nervous but I knew better than to run. He motioned to the study "She's waiting," he said motioning for me to hurry up. I walked into the study and the door slammed behind me, I whirl around to grab the handle and try to get out but the bolt locks "What's going on here!" I shouted slamming my hand against the door "I'm sorry darling," regret laced his voice, but his footsteps disappeared.
"Well, Well, Well," that voice sent a shiver down my spine, "I told you some day your mother would pass on her fate," he said as I turned around to see him. The man I saw my mother with all those years ago "What is this?" I tried to remain confident but my les were shaking. "You see, the young prince didn't have the best reputation, but for a fair trade I was able to help him," he said and I grind my teeth "What trade?" I asked between my teeth "If you become his wife, I get to be your first," he said causing tears to well in my eyes. Men were disgusting "No such thing is happening," I said stepping back until I was against the door "Who's going to stop me?" he questioned grabbing me with his large hands, I shake out of his grip but he rips my dress. "Things don't have to be so rough if you relax," he huffed trying to untie my dress, I fall to the ground and he huffed "Behave."
I stood up and he grabbed my wrist to pull me against his chest, but I take off my heel ad whack him in the temple with my heel. He stumbled over, releasing my wrist and I run to the window, opening it as quickly as I could "You dumb bitch!" he said coming up quickly behind me "Jungkook!" I shouted out the opening but I couldn't get anything else out before he slammed the window shut, the back of his hand coming down on my cheek causing me to fall. I felt dizzy, my face stinging, "Stop fighting," he said pulling me dress down, "No." I kick him and he stumbled backwards his eyes glaring at me, "I will never stop fighting you," I said with tears in my eyes. I grabbed my other heel and tossed it at his head, but he smacked it away "I tried being nice."
He walked over, climbed on top of me, his knees on either side of my ribs, my arms pinned down under his knees. "Stop!" I shout trying to wiggle out but he was heavy, and his hands were against my chest "This is sexual assault." I tried but he just chuckles "Big words from a child," he sighed. We heard a pounding against the door "What's this?" he growled getting up to investigate and suddenly the door breaks off the hinges and Jungkook charged in like an angry bull. I sat up "Jungkook-" my voice dies out when the man glares at me, but it didn't take anything to set off Jungkook. He tackled the man to the ground, even though he threatened him with his title, but Jungkook was seeing red as his fists take turns bashing into the sides of his face "You. Fucking. Piece. Of. Shit." I heard more footsteps coming and I worried what people would think of this scene.
"Fuck, Kook calm down." It took three other soldiers to pull Jungkook off of him and he was still trying to break free and get after him, like a dog who's starved. "Where's Y/n?" I heard my father's voice, I reached out to pull my dress back up, I then stood up "Father?" I said walking towards the doorway. I could see the way his heart broke when he looked at me, and embarrassment flooded my system, I couldn't look him in the eyes. I looked down at the ground as my eyes watered "I'm sorry," I whimpered. I felt gentle hands caress me, every muscle tensed, but when he pulled me to his chest I melted. "I wish I was faster," he whispered into the top of my head. I buried my face into his chest, to hide from everyone the tears that were falling. "Jungkook, get her out of here. You three take him," my father ordered in his kingly voice. Jungkook's arms lifted me up under my knees, one behind my back, cradling me and then he walked, I didn't care where we went as long as it was away.
I only open my eyes when I felt the sun against my skin. He carried me outside in the garden, over to the fountain. He sat me down, kneeling down in front of me in order to look at my face "Are you okay?" he asked and I shrugged my shoulders. He reached up and wiped the tears off my cheeks "I've got you, hm?" he begged and when I looked at him he had tears in his eyes, "I'm never letting you go anywhere without me," he promised taking one of my hands in his, he kissed the back of it and it tickled. He moved to sit next to me, thighs pressed against each other and I leaned into him. This seemed to ease him, his arm coming around me, pulling me into his side "Only you," I whispered, "hm?" he brought his head to mine "Only you," I repeated.
I look up at him "Jungkook it can only be you. It would not be fair to anyone else. I don't have room," I clench my chest "There's no room in my heart for anyone beside you. My thoughts all lead back to you, my hand reaches for you." I felt the tears well in my eyes but for a different reason now, "Princess-" "Y/n, call me Y/n," I begged and he cupped my cheek, thumb brushing over my cheek to catch my tears "Y/n, I don't deserve the honor," he tried to reason with me but I couldn't take it right now "You want me and I want you, what more to love is there?" I cried letting my forehead fall against his bicep. Usually this is the part where Jungkook swept me into his arms to comfort me, but he remained stiff beside me.
"Sweetheart?" I heard my father's voice, so I bit back my sob, sniffling hard before lifting my head to look at him. Based on his face I couldn't tell how much he had hear of what I said, "I need you to explain what happened in there," he said calmly and I nodded "The prince told me mother wanted to see me in the study, he locked me in there with the Duke. Turns out the prince's hands weren't the cleanest, so the Duke made sure he seemed perfectly polished... In exchange for getting my hand, the prince decided to give my flower..." I felt embarrassed having to explain this to my father "The Duke was going to sexually assault me," I said causing Jungkook to stiffen beside me, almost as if he wanted to run and beat the man unconscious a second time. My father nodded his hand "Alright," he said his eyebrows furrowed "I've been confined to my room for weeks, unless I was with the prince, with mother's help," I added.
"I'm sorry," my father said kneeling before me, "I think I have failed you," he said choking up as he took my hand "My sweet girl." he pressed a kiss to it. I sighed "I don't think I should be in mother's keep," I told him honestly, even though it felt like rocks to spit out and he nodded in agreement "Also Mina should be excused from the house, mother was prepping her for my failure," I added, trying to remain civil. "I shall see it done," my father said standing, but he did not go anywhere, "I will take over picking your husband, it seems your mother unfit," he said lifting his crown to run his fingers through his hair. As relieved I was to know my mother was no long in charge, I just wished that the control was mine, so I could chose who I wanted to love. 
My father left us long ago. I stayed near the fountain, dragging my fingers through the water causing it to ripple. Jungkook had been doing laps around the fountain. He stopped in front of me and I turned my head to look at him, but he wasn't looking at me, just basking in the sun, letting the light kiss his skin. His brown eyes glinting under the light. But there was something on his mind. I could tell. I got up to stand next to him "Is everything alright?" I asked placing my hand on his arm. Only then did he look at me. "Come here." In a swift motion, he had me tucked against his chest. He squeezed me, swaying us. "Better. Now, everything is much better." I couldn't disagree with him. Anything that involved touching Jungkook was far better than anything else. 
"Can I request something selfish?" he whispered into my shoulder, my heart skipped a beat with worry "Sure." He took a deep breath "Can you be mine for now?" he asked and I almost couldn't believe the words left his mouth "Let me have you until then," he added pulling back to look at me. I could see the seriousness on his face, he truly meant what he said and as much as I wanted him to give in, a part of me worried. If we were caught. If my parents knew, it wouldn't be me who takes the blame. My life would be spared, but his... His lips found mine. Pulling me out of my head, he looked back towards me with this predatory look in his eyes. 
My heart begins to pound. I stood there, feeling a desire run from my heart, to my chest, and down toward my inner thighs. His finger touched my neck, and the hair as it was moved away nearly gave me the chills. His hands went from the sides of my head and down to my neck, out to my shoulders and down to my hands. He grabbed my hands gently yet firm, put them in front of me and paused. I felt safe, he spoke no words. My heart is about to beat out of my chest and I close my eyes and take a deep breath out. He kisses my shoulder, and runs his lips on my skin towards my ear, but doesn't quite make it that far. I tilt my head and after his deep breath out he bites me gently. It doesn't hurt, it only makes me want more.
He stares into my eyes and smiles. His two hands grab my left hand and he places my open palm on his heart, and he holds it there. His eyes exude love, protection, security, safety, patience, and respect. I smile and he lets go of my hands, with one hand he runs his fingers through my hair and gently guides my face closer to his, eventually leaning me in to rest my head on his chest. His other arm wraps around me, I hope he never lets go. Our love was forbidden but he would risk his life for it because without it he had no life. "Alright," whispered into his shirt, "Until then," I added, hoping that then would get lost somewhere far beyond forever. 
We spent our time between the garden and the study. It wasn't too different from how things were before, but it was warm and real and bright and the air had somehow shifted. All at once, everything looked different, now that we had given into ourselves. I had changed into my night clothes, and Jungkook was walking me back to my room. Instead of holding his hand, I rested my hands against his back, feeling his strong muscles flex under my hand. I wished I could run my hands over every inch of his skin. He opened my room door and I walked in, in the safety and privacy of my room. I spun around to look at him, and he was still standing in the doorway, not coming in, almost as if he was too tempted. 
"Jungkook," I whispered holding my arms out, he hesitates, checking down the hallway before stepping into the room. Once the door shuts behind him he rushes to me, his hands finding my waist, my hands resting on his chest "Yes?" he questioned with a lump in his throat, looking down at me. I smiled before pushing him down to sit on the bed, I climb into his lap, my thighs on either side of his legs "Y/n," he warned, eyes glancing from me to the door then back to me. As nervous as his shifting eyes were, his hands had moved from my waist, to splay across my bare thighs, since my slip had slid up when I sat in his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck, crossing my wrists behind his head, and then I start moving my hips. He tenses up, his eye wide, internally have a fight with himself. 
I rest my forehead against his, a soft sigh escaping my lips. His hands find my waist and he lifts me off his lap ever so slightly, only to set me back down on one of his thighs. I slid my core along his strong thigh, soaking his pants with my wetness. I opened my eyes to look at him, his cheeks red, his lost in lust, as I desperately grind against him. He flexes his leg beneath me and I moan, but he silences me with a kiss, his hands pulling me closer and pushing me away, pushing his thigh up slightly, adding pressure to my clit. His hands slid under my slip, bare hands against my back, my slip pooling around his wrists. He breaks the kiss to remove my slip, letting it fall to the ground before his hands find my hips once again, his lips against my neck "I want you inside me," I whispered, rubbing against him was great, but I knew it could be better.
I run my hands down his shoulders to his chest, my hands sliding down his abdomen, to the waistline of his pants. I look him in the eyes "Tell me to stop," I said while popping the button his his pants open. He swallows thickly as my hand dips in his pants, he feels hot and heavy in my hand as I pull him out. I move back over him, my breasts inches from his face, his hands sliding over my bum. I lead him to my entrance, before sinking down on him. We both lose our breaths as I settle around him. He always left me so full, stretching me out in the most delicious way. I used the muscles in my thighs to lift myself up before sinking back down. Whatever was holding Jungkook back seemed to disappear as his hands travel every inch of skin, his mouth on my chest, kissing, licking, biting, driving me crazy. 
I continue to rock up and down, even though my legs are tired and felt like jelly. I place my hands on his shoulders, using him to continue up and down on him. I felt the knot tighten in my core, seconds from exploding. His fingers drew lazy circles into my clit and I had to bit down on my tongue to keep myself from screaming. "Baby, you've got to get off," Jungkook said, his voice gruff, his hands now on my hips trying to lift me up but I just slammed back down on him "I want to feel you cum," I whispered bringing my lips to his neck "W-we can't," he stained voice let me know he was close "Who's here to stop us," I questioned kissing down his throat. I felt his hands loosen and he let's himself get swept up in pleasure as I bounce on his lap. 
I feel him twitch and the next thing I knew I was filled with warm liquid. I pull back to look at him, his eyes blow out, like he had the best orgasm of his life. It was brief before they swelled with panic, "Shit," he cursed before rolling over so I was laying against the bed, he pulled out of me and I whimpered at the empty feeling. He rushed into the bathroom before coming back with my hand towel, he cleans my thighs and my more intimate parts, trying to make it completely dry. I chuckled at him "I think you got it," I said closing my thighs so he no longer could see it. He stood up, zipping his pants up, before running his fingers through his hair "Shit," he said again and his face was dark. Suddenly my heart dropped and I sat up "Jungkook?" I whispered but the noise inside his head was louder.
I felt tears well in my eyes "Jungkook," I said more firm and he looked at me "Are you mad?" I whispered feeling my throat close, he softens and walked over to kneel on the ground in front of me. "Mad. No," he whispered before pressing a kiss to my thigh "Worried. Scared. Yeah," he said looking up at me, "Princess, you could get pregnant," he said as if I didn't know. I reach out to cup his cheek "And?" I asked stroking his cheek "You're the princess, I'm a lowly knight, we're not even married," he listed off standing up. I stood on the bed wrapping my arms around his shoulders, his hands finding purchase at my waist "It's an if, Jungkook," I remind him and he sighed "No reason to get worked up over a chance," I added. 
I pull him to my bed "My mother took seven years to bear my father his first child... Me," I explained and he seemed somewhat relieved but still wary. "And they have yet to have a second," I added rubbing his shoulders and he nodded, "I know, you're right," he said running his hands over my hips. He lifted his head from my chest "You should sleep," he said and I sighed before letting go of him and climbing under the covers. He pulled them up higher to my chin "I love you," he whispered, I reach up and stroking his cheek "I love you too," I replied with my heart fluttering. 
**
It wasn't just the nauseous feeling, bile was already rising up my throat. I turn right and start running down the hall "Y/n," Jungkook called following me, I push the bathroom door open and fall to my knees as I heave into the toilet. Jungkook was at my side, holding my hair back, his hand running up and down my back soothingly. I didn't even have to look at him to know the kind of face he was making, it was the same as mine. I slowly turn my head to look at him, and he is wide eyed and pale. I felt tears well in my eyes "I'm sorry," I whispered and he shook his head no "It's alright," he said reaching out to stroke my cheek. I feel them flow over and my head starts to sink down "Hey, no, Y/n," he said pulling me into his chest. He gives me a chaste kiss on the top of my head "I'm here, hm," he added, I could hear the anxiety in his voice.
"Let's get married," I said into his chest, he sighed "We couldn't convince them," he whispered and I looked up at him "We will just tell my father I'm pregnant," I cried and I heard someone clearing their throat and that's when I saw my mother, disgust on her features. "No child of mine will be known a whore," she said, her words like a slap to my face. "I know a woman," she started as Jungkook pulled me from the floor "She has no tongue, illiterate, but she knows a woman's body. She'll take care of that thing," she said and my hand rested on my stomach "N-no," I whimpered, she shook her head, already made her decision "Mother knows best," she snipped before glaring daggers at the boy beside me "You're banished, get out of here. I knew you were trouble when you walked in," she said.
I move to fight her, but Jungkook grabbed my wrist to stop me, "I have a letter to send. My guess is she'll come in three months time," she said before walking off. I looked at Jungkook "This child was made from love," I told him and he turned to me "I'm going to have to leave," he said and it felt like a bullet to the heart. He catches my face in his hands "But I'm going to come back," he said but it didn't make me feel better "I've saved up quite a bit. I'll go and then come back for you," he explained and I furrowed my eyebrows "W- we'll run away?" I questioned, it would be dangerous because they would label him as a kidnapper, of the highest degree. He'd be killed on sight, "I love you," he said pulling me from my thoughts, "I love y-" his lips covered mine. I melt into him and his bold display of affection, "You have three months," I remind him and he nodded his head "I know."
I stood beside my mother as Jungkook left the kingdom walls with a large backpack, a sword and his gun. The next few months I remained at my mother's side, she did not trust me to be on my own, that's what she told me. She introduced me to several suitors during the time, hoping that I could be married after she gets rid of the baby. The baby. It was my only piece of Jungkook, the only thing that reminded me he was here and just a ghost of a memory. My mother told me that the woman had arrived to the kingdom and fear struck me, it physically ailed me. I was laid up in bed with a fever after breakfast. One of my handmaids came in with a cool washcloth to dab away at the sweat on my brow. 
"Reach into my pocket," she whispered, in my near delirious state I almost thought I heard things "What?" I questioned and she shushed me "There's a note in my pocket," she repeated, the whole time dabbing at my face. I reach into the front pocket of her apron and pull out a small piece of paper, and I open it to find a handwriting I recognize instantly. My heart fluttered and I looked towards her "Thank you," I whispered, hiding the note with the letter under my pillow. I push myself to sit "Princess, be careful," she whispered before leaving the room, Jungkook was back, just outside the wall. I force myself out of bed and found my satchel, packing my favorite book, my letters from Jungkook, a few rare jewelry items. 
The next day my mother and I travel to the outskirts of the city. We step out of the carriage and I tell my mother to go ahead, I needed to use the bathroom, she rolled her eyes and told me to hurry heading into the building without another thought. I walk around back towards where the bathrooms were, but pass them to head to the wall. I sneak through the knights quarters to outside the wall. It's the furthest I've been from the castle. I head towards the road and that's where I see Jungkook, he looked older and somehow even more buff. I ran and he didn't say anything as he turned around. I flung myself into his arms and he caught me spinning around. "I've missed you," I whispered into his shoulder, he keeps the reunion short, setting me down before climbing onto his horse's back.
He holds out his hand and I take it. He pulled me up into his lap before leading the horse to turn around and run. I curl up against his chest, missing the feeling of him beneath my fingers, hearing him breath, and the beating of his heart, inhaling his scent. Neither of us say anything and I watch as the place I lived my whole life disappear behind us. The kingdom was nearly out of view when trumpets were sounding. Jungkook veered off the road and through the forest. The sun was long gone by the time Jungkook decided to stop. He hopped off the horse and helped me down before tying up the horse. As excited as I was to be back with Jungkook, he still had yet to say a word to me. He collected a few sticks and logs, piled them before lighting the small fire. 
I moved closer to the fire, letting the warm light seep into my skin. I move to sit down "Princess-" I shoot him a look and he cleared his throat "Y/n, I have something for you to lay on," he said carrying over a sleeping bag. He laid it out for me and I sat down on it "You're going to have to start using my name," I reminded him and he nodded his head "I know," he muttered. It was awkward. I turn my head to look away from him, tears welling in my eyes, a habit that I've picked up recently. I thought our reunion was be a little more romantic than this, I literally have been counting the days before we'd meet again. 
I lay down on the blanket, pulling it over my shoulder. I closed my eyes, hoping that the ride had taken enough energy out of me so I could fall asleep. Thanks to my pregnancy just existing seems to exhaust me. It didn't matter is was cold outside, and there were creepy noises all around and the horse smelled awful. I fell asleep. The moon was high in the sky, and the fire was nothing but coals and ashes when I woke up due to discomfort. This had become quite regular for me. I move a little and that's when I realized I was wrapped up in someone's arms, a firm chest against my back. His arms move from under my breasts, his hands sliding over the small bump in my abdomen, resting on the underside of my stomach. 
"I've been gone," Jungkook whispered, so softly I had to strain to hear him, "I debated on never coming back. I can't give her anything close to what she's used to, what she deserves." For a moment I was trying to figure out who he was talking to, but when his thumb strokes over my bump I realize he's talking to our child. "I told myself that if she told me to disappear, I would leave into the wilderness alone," he said pressing his lips to my shoulder, "I want to say I am an honorable knight, someone who keeps his word, but I would've begged. I would've begged on my knees for her to come with me. I have loved her since we were kids. She's just so loveable, she's my princess. She will never know just how beautiful she is to me."
"I was terrified when I first saw her, but I saw the shine in her eyes when they landed on me. The way she ran to my arms filled my heart. She loved me back. Still loved me. I don't have the words to describe how it feels to be loved by the person you love the most." He went silent and for a second I wondered if he had fallen asleep. "You're just a small bump unborn, in six months you'd be brought to life. You might be left with my hair, but you'll have your mother's eyes. I hope you have a smile like hers with dimples pressed into your cheeks." I ignore the tears that had been falling since I woke in his arms "In six months you'll be born and then I'll hold you in my hands, be as gentle as I can, but right now, your just a bump unplanned and I'm terrified."
I had thought Jungkook regretted his choice to come back and get me, he had been so quiet, but he was worried for the future and I couldn't blame him. "I can't give much." his voice reached my skin like a caress. Pushing my hear to bang against my chest walls, "Shell always have me." his thumb caressed my stomach "She doesn't know it yet, but she's stuck with me." I couldn't not look over at him. After all that, I couldn't not want to search his handsome face. I allowed myself to turn and his eyes move to meet mine. Trying to get my heart under control I peer into his dark brow eyes. I could find all the emotions behind his words in his eyes, radiating off his gaze. Raw honesty. Conviction. Faith. Reliance. A pledge. 
"Why were you so quiet before?" I whispered and he sighed bringing one hand up to my cheek "I had so many things to say, but with you right in front of me it seem as if I lost all the words I knew. I was going to tell you as soon as I saw you... I was going to tell you that I love you, but we didn't have time and I know things with us had been super complicated-" "Kook-" "But I love you. Sorry I was so quiet-" "Jungkook-" "I missed you. I've missed you so much you can't begin to comprehend how much. I didn't want to leave you. I kept trying to talk myself out of going, but you didn't ask me to stay and it would've been dangerous for all of us." I pressed my forehead to his chin "I knew you'd come back."
"Sleep," he whispered his fingers slotting through my hair, his fingernails drag across my scalp and I sighed "I love you," I mumbled as exhaustion took over me once again. I snuggle into his chest, surrounding the two of us in warmth. I fell asleep but then it feels like almost instantly Jungkook wakes me up, packing up our things and getting rid of the fire. By the time I was more awake he was pulling me up onto the back of the horse. We reach the other end of the forest and trot through a small village, everyone seemed as though they worked in some sort of farming, either plants or animals. Jungkook leads us into the nearby forest, the trail slowly disappearing beneath our feet. 
We come to a river and Jungkook jumped off the back of the horse and walked to a nearby tree, untying a rope and then slowly he lowered a bridge. It was nothing fancy, just a few logs tied together. I grabbed the horse's reins and lead it across the bridge, around a few more trees there was a log cabin. It wasn't much, and the stable wasn't more than a roof next to the cabin. Jungkook helped me off the horse's back before leading it towards the stable, taking off the lead and saddle. I walked over towards the house pushing the door open to see it was a one room cabin. There was a fireplace on the furthest wall, a double bed next to it, a small makeshift kitchen and a small table. It was nothing compared to the life of luxury I had come from, but it had Jungkook and that's all I want. 
Jungkook comes up behind me, his hand finding my waist "It's not much," he mumbled almost as if he was embarrassed "It's perfect Jungkook," I whispered placing my hand over his and leaning back into his strong frame. "I built what I could in the time-" my eyes widen and I spun around to look at him "You built this?" I asked grabbing his hands to inspect them, they were rough and calloused but nothing different than before "I'd take the stars out of the sky if you asked me to," he said getting me to lift my head and look at him. I love the way he is looking at me. It makes me feel more than just beautiful. I feel like I'm his. Like no one else could possibly compare to me. He doesn't even have to say the words. I see it in his eyes. I can practically read it in his mind. 
And  he's kissing me. 
Deeply. Desperately. His hands are around my waist and he's breathing so hard and he hoists me up, into his arms and my legs wrap around his hips. He carries me through the front door, kissing my neck, my throat and he sets me down on the edge of the bed. He has one hand under my neck, the other under my dress and he's running his fingers up my back and suddenly his thigh is between my legs and his hand is slipping behind my knee and up, higher, pulling me closer and when he breaks the kiss I'm breathing so fast, my head spinning as I try to hold onto him. "Up," he said panting, and I look around the small home "Lift your arms up." I do. He tugs my dress. Pulls it over my head. Tosses it to the floor. 
"Lie back." he said still breathing hard, guiding me onto the bed as his hands slide down my spine, under my backside. He unbuttons his pants. Unzips them. "Lift up your hips for me, love," and hooks his fingers around the hem of my panties. Tugging them down. I gasp. Lying on his bed- Our bed in absolutely nothing. His hands are moving up my legs and the insides of my thighs. He slides his hands up my waist, until he is now hovering over me. In a flash, his lips were on mine. I wrap my arms around him and pull him harder against my chest. I opened my mouth, lips parted, and he didn't hesitate to explore. I forgotten how addicted to him I had become. I couldn't resist him, and I didn't want to. "I can't think when you're around," his voice is rough. I gasp as he slips himself inside me. 
He stills, as though he's in no hurry to start, but I can feel him moving in anticipation. The heel of his palm slides down to rest against my clit. "I can't think when you're not around. It's been a problem of mine. I feel like I haven't formulated a coherent thought in months. I feel like you wont stop being in my head-" He hadn't even moved yet, but my mind goes blank. The world recedes and I start coming without warning, arching against him, biting into my lip to silence a scream. Pleasure sinks into me, and I'm helpless to stop it. I don't know how long passed before I come back to myself, his eyes looking over me, a smirk on his lips "Did you just-?" he tilts his head to the side a sharp breath leaving his lips "Did you just come, just from me..." I'm dazed. My nerve endings are still tingling and embarrassment flushes my face "I-I am pregnant, and there's... Weird hormones," I said getting him to chuckle.
"Sure, Y/n," he said, desperate to keep whatever control he had, "Can... Can I?" I nodded my head, feeling him twitching inside me, every few seconds or so, and then he rolls his hips. Both of us sighing in relief. I wrap my arms tightly around him as he continued to thrust into me, I whimper every time his hips are flesh with mine. His lips attach themselves to my neck, his hands driving over the expanse of my skin and it wasn't long before he released himself within me. Both of us still, taking deep breaths in and after a while he pulled himself out, getting up from the bed. I push up on my elbows an look around the small cabin. There was a fireplace next to the bed, a table, two chairs, and a basin to hold water. That's all there was, but that was all we needed. 
He helped me clean up before stretching his arms out "This is now home," he said, bringing one of his hands behind his head, rubbing the back of his neck "It's not much, but I plan to keep working on it," he explained. I got up and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, his arms coming around my lower back "Home is wherever you are," I informed him before leaning up on my toes to peck his lips. He sighed in relief "I got you some clothes," he said releasing me. He was to the side of the bed and knelt down to pull a chest out from under it, "I couldn't find you any beautiful gowns," he said opening it to pull out a velvet green dress. Most women would be able to make that by their own hand, so it truly was nothing special, but since Jungkook had gotten it for me, it was now my favorite.
I wore that dress nearly every day until it started to get a little bit too tight. It was uncomfortable but all I had otherwise was the dress I wore the day we left the kingdom walls. "Y/n!" Jungkook called from outside, I set down my knitting needles and yarn before getting up from the chair. I head out the front door to see Jungkook on the back of the horse "You're leaving?" I questioned, trying to hide my disappointment. "We are, just to the village," he said holding his hand out to me, I pull the door shut behind me as I rush down the steps. I take Jungkook's hand and he hoists me up onto the back of the horse, right into his lap. I'm still surprised every day by his strength, I was no longer as light as I was back in the castle.
We take off across the bridge and through the woods until we find the trail that led out of the woods and into the village. Jungkook came to the village often, trading, working jobs, buying things we needed, so it was no surprise that everyone knew his name and said hello, waving as we passed by. Once we got to the stables, Jungkook tied up the horse and led me towards the market. It had been so long since I had seen other people besides Jungkook, I felt excited, looking around at all the buildings, things and people. If I wasn't holding onto Jungkook I'm sure I would've knocked into so many things by now. I look up at him and he has a smirk on his lips, "Inquisitive as ever princess," he teased and I blush, "Sorry for slowing you down," I mumbled.
"In my book, having the most beautiful woman on my arm is classified as an honor," he replied, I rolled my eyes at his comment, but it was nearly impossible to bite back my smile. "Kook!" a younger woman came running over, I released him to look at a book nearby being sold at one of the stalls, it had been so long since I've read a book. "You came back for me," she teased, but I felt rage flicker in my heart, my head snapped in their direction, she had heart eyes directed towards him. I walked back over to his side, my hand sliding up his arm, wrapping around his bicep "Who's this?" I asked my eyes shooting daggers towards me "Sarah, her father owns the stable," Jungkook replied, her eyes were burning into me "Kook who's this?" she asked crossing her arms over her chest. Jungkook's arm come around my waist and he looked down at me "The love of my life. Mother of my child," he said before turning his gaze towards her "I've told you before," he answered.
Her face was red and I smirked "You know anyone who makes dresses for pregnant women?" I asked running my hand over my more swollen stomach. She grinds her teeth "Yeah," she snapped before turning on her heels, Jungkook and I follow after her, he leans his head down so his lips brush against the top of my head "You could enjoy it less," he teased, but there was no hiding my satisfaction. "Mona," Sarah said getting a woman to walk over "Kook needs a favor," she explained before rushing off. "Kook, what's up?" she smiled towards him, "My girl here," he said bringing his had on top of my head "Needs a dress that works with her growing bump," he replied and she squealed with delight "Of course!" she said grabbing my hand and leading me into her little shop. There were all kinds of dresses and clothes, it reminded me of my seamstress back home.
She pulled out a brown and green dress "This one has a elastic here," she points towards the top, "It goes around your ribcage here," she dragged her finger across my chest right under my breasts "And then flows down," she said before looking at me "Want to try it on?" she asked and I nodded. She pulled me into a makeshift dressing room, helping me out of my current dress and into the new one, it's been a while since someone helped me dress, but it's quite helpful. I sigh at the comfort, it was flowy and not tight around my bump and had flowy sleeves. "It's lovely," I told her and she smiled "I designed it when I was pregnant, should work for all trimesters," she said as if she was still trying to sell it, but I was never taking this off. We stepped out to show Jungkook and he smiled "Good?" he asked taking my hand to twirl me around "I love it."
He pays her for the dress and she gives him a discount since he was always helping people out in town. We left her shop and Jungkook took me to walk through the market. Nearing the end he brought me into an old looking house and I gasped, tears welling in my eyes. From floor to ceiling there were books and bookshelves, it was exactly like the study in the tower, my favorite place. "Oh Kook, you're back," an old man walked out from a nearby room, "And you brought your wife," he said and Jungkook did nothing to correct him. The man looked like he was as old as time itself, his eyes hardly open "You have a beautiful collection," I told him and he broke into a smile "I told him if he let me see a real life princess, I'd share a few books," he said with a wink. 
I could've spent hours just running my fingers over the backs of books, reading titles and synopsis's. I picked out three books and he wrote them down so that he remembered he lent them to me and then the two of us left. We were making our way back to the stables. "You have a good day?" he questioned and I nodded my head "Thank you for bringing me," I told him. We climbed onto our horse and headed off to our cabin in the woods. I was completely exhausted by the time we had gotten home and as excited as I was to read my new books, I was going to fall asleep. So I changed into one of Jungkook's old shirt and climbed into our bed. Jungkook chuckled as he pressed a kiss to head "Sleep well princess," he whispered against my head.
It had now been three months since Jungkook had brought me here, making me around six months pregnant, and currently he was working on adding another room to our little cabin home. He had worked hard in the nearby village so now we had nails and wood and he was busily working on the addition, wanting it to get done before the winter. I held my stomach as I walked down the steps, I could hear Jungkook hammering away at the cabin. The jewelry selling for a large amount of money, allowing us to buy more wood and nails. I pull an apple from a nearby tree and bring it over to the horse "Good boy," I said as he takes it carefully from my hand. Jungkook rounds the corner, his shirt long gone, he walked over to me kissing my cheek and running his hand over my stomach "How are you feeling?" he questioned. "Mostly tired," I answered him, "Think you can take a walk?" he asked hopeful and I nodded "I was coming to get you for a break," I answered.
He held my hand and lead me down our makeshift driveway, over the homemade bridge and along the edge of the creek. It was peaceful here. The flowing river reminding me the fountain back home. I felt the baby kick me in the rib and I gasp out a breath, bringing my hand to my stomach. "What?" he asked his eyes widening with concern, but I just take his hand that was holding mine and place his palm against my stomach. I wait for another kick and he gasps when his child's foot meets his hand. His other hand came to my stomach "Hey there," he said stroking my swollen belly "Be kind to your mom," he said leaning down pressing a kiss there. He rose up to press his forehead against mine "Marry me." I pull back to look at him in disbelief and joy colliding. I didn't know which crossed my face. 
It's the look in his eyes I find comfort in. The hopeful, terrified look in his eyes that kill me. Suddenly there were tears in my eyes, I wanted to blame it on hormones from pregnancy but I've always been a crier. I clap my hands over my face, trying to hide the sob that leaves my mouth. Jungkook gently pried my hands from my face. "Y/n," he said, his voice hardly a whisper and I'm still crying when I throw my hands around his neck, still crying when he rubbed my back soothingly. "Princess, I really need to know if this means yes or no-" "Yes!" I cried, slightly hysterical. "Yes. Yes to everything with you. Yes to forever with you. Yes." He pulled back and reached into his front pocket, he pulled out a ring, offering it to me. 
It was two different metals up and down in opposite directions, with little diamonds in the shape of flowers all around it. It was clearly made from the rings I had taken from the tower "How did you do it?" I asked taking it from him "Don't worry about it. You love it?" he questioned and I nodded before putting it on my left hand. He leaned in pressing a kiss to my lips "Let's go to the chapel right now," He said between kisses "We can get married right now." I took him up on his offer and we got on he back of the horse heading into town. Jungkook called to all the villagers that we were getting married and people all over rushed after us. He hopped off the horse, taking me in his arms before heading into the church. The priest was shocked to see so many people coming in at once "We want to be wed," Jungkook said setting me down "Now?" the priest asked, "Now."
Although our lives didn't change, we couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with love. We couldn't keep ourselves, always touching each other in some way. The village threw a small celebration, with drinking and music. It reminded me as a ball at the castle, but this was more relaxed and more fun. "We got this for you," Sarah said pulling me aside, she tried to act like it was all whatever, Mona holding something behind her back. She pulled it out to reveal a floating lantern "You light it with your partner and send it off with a wish," she explained before placing it in my hands "Thank you," I whispered before rushing off to find Jungkook. He lit the lantern, and we held it in our hands as the hot air filled it "Make a wish," he said and I thought for a second "I hope our baby is healthy." We pushed our hands up and sent the lantern on it's way. 
We couldn't let anyone know where we lived, in case someone came looking for us, so we were going to be on our own for this. Jungkook managed to remain calm, telling me what the midwives in the nearby town had told him. It was tiring and excruciating, and I thought I was on the brink of death. The there was the ringing sound of a baby cry and Jungkook focuses on the job, using the scalpel and medical scissor he had bought in the town a few months ago. For the last month of my pregnancy Jungkook has been talking to the midwives in town on delivering a child, they were adamant they come do it themselves but Jungkook convinced them. "What is-" I was still breathless, "Girl," he replied cradling the small child before walking over to the warm bath he had set up. I laid back down, watching as he held her in one arm, using the other to carefully wash her clean. 
He wrapped her in a blanket before coming over to the side of the bed. "I want to sit up," I said trying to move, and he helped position me before resting the small one in my arms. I looked down at her and my entire heart swelled. "Hi," I cooed, she had calmed down quite a bit now, I brush my finger against her soft cheek, just staring at her. I was still trying to process it. There's no words to describe it, the love you feel for your child. I turned to look at Jungkook and he was still staring at our daughter. I waited for him to smile or laugh or jump up and down. But he sat there, frozen to the point it started to frighten me. "Jungkook?" I reached out and touched his leg "Jungkook are you alright?" and he nodded his head, still watching her. 
His eyes filled with tears. "It's remarkable," he said finally looking towards me in awe "I love you a hundred times more. And I didn't think that was possible." Relief filled me and I moved over on our bed. He took the hint and climbed into the bed with me, his arm coming behind me, so I am partially resting on his shoulder. He rests his head against mine and we both looked down at our daughter "She's perfect," he whispered allowing her small fingers to enclose around his thumb. "She is made from our love," I said knocking my head into his, "Alena," he said and I looked at him questioningly "Means made from love," he explained. I looked down at the little girl "Your parents are in love, you were made of our love, and we love you," I told her. Jungkook leaned in kissing the side of my head "I love you," he whispered.
It took a while for us to get used to having a child. It felt like she needed us constantly, which she did, but now as she was a few months older, it was getting easier. I decided to start keeping a journal, in hopes that one day my daughter or maybe even myself read it.  "To myself ten years ago," I liked to say what I was writing while I was writing, also Alena is more calm when she can hear my voice. "You won't believe what I see from this vantage point, the years stretching out before you are like a long winding road. I'm not trying to scare you, but there is a forest up ahead. One so dense and dark, the sunlight won't reach you for a while. You will wander lost, in this long, dark, perilous night, not knowing if it will ever come to an end. But believe me, the light will find you again, and when it does you will no longer be afraid of the dark."
"Stop to catch your breath. Soon, a jagged mountain of ice will rise before you, so steep it will  make you want to turn back around. Don't despair; the first foothold is always the most difficult and every inch you claim of that cold, hard precipice will only make you stronger. Before you know it, the round will level out beneath you, and you will look back to see you had conquered what you thought was once impossible." I knew it was a dramatic telling of having to go through princess training, losing my best friend to knight school and then falling in love with him but not being allowed to have him, but I didn't read all those books to say things simply "See that turn just up ahead? That's the place where love will meet you, with arms so warm it will melt away the winter in an instant. And then, it will be summer for a very long time."
I set down my pen on the journal before walking over to the bassinet where Alena was sleeping. She had her thumb in her mouth and she was spread across the entire bed, just like her father. I heard a loud crashing sound, and Alena started wailing, but I knew she would be fine, it was Jungkook who I was worried about. I rushed out the front door to see that the bridge had come down and the royal guard had a sword pointed at Jungkook's neck. "We know you took her Jeon." my heart sunk, and I wanted to step out, but Jungkook subtly shook his head no. "It's just me out here, the Queen had me exiled," Jungkook said and I quietly snuck back into the house to calm down my poor baby. I lifted her up in my arms and muffled her screams into my dress "It's alright," I cooed, but tears of their own well in my eyes. 
Without Jungkook I would not survive. I rushed out the front door and all the men turned to face me "It's the princess!" one yelled, a few taking Jungkook's arms and holding them behind his back "Y/n, I told you to stay inside," Jungkook said sternly but I ignored him, "Where's my father? Is he with you?" I demanded walking towards the group. "He's in the carriage, outside he forest," the captain replied, "Bring all of us to him," I said and they looked between each other "If any of you truly cared for me," I added. They continued to hold Jungkook with a sword to his throat, and I marched without my shoes, trying to act brave, even though I was terrified. It felt like forever for us to get out of the forest.
 "You did take her you bastard," my father said rushing towards the group, his hand pulling out his own sword, without even thinking I rushed in front of Jungkook. "Don't!" he tried to break free, but more men held onto him. My father stopped "He didn't take me, I ran after him!" tears rolled down my cheeks "I love him." my voice felt weak and small under his enraged gaze "Your mother banished him because he took your virginity-" "Mother banished him because I got pregnant with his child and knew we'd fight to be together," I cut him off and he froze looking at me "Pregnant?" he whispered and I nodded my head before looking down at the little girl in my arms. His gaze followed mine down to the little child in my arms "Alena," I told him and she looked up at him curiously, reaching out for his beard. I looked up at my father and he had softened completely as she tugged at his hair.
"Mother wanted me to get rid of her, and sent Jungkook away. So I ran away," I explained, it had been nearly a year since I had seen my father, but he looked like he had aged lifetimes. "I'm no longer your little girl, and I'm no longer a princess," I told him calmly before lifting my left hand up to show him my ring on my finger "We got married in the nearby village, in the church," I informed him. I turned around to face Jungkook "So if you love me, father, don't hurt him," I said, "I could not bear it," I added looking over my shoulder at him. He gave the signal for his men to stand down and instantly Jungkook took the two of us into his arms "Don't do things like that," His voice breaking "As much as you cannot live without me, I would burn this whole world down without you."
"We don't mind staying lost father. I know how it would look, besides, we like it here," I said which was the truth, anywhere with Jungkook and our daughter is exactly where I wanted to be.  "You think I'm going to be able to leave you out here?" my father asked with a slight chuckle. He looked at me "I know Jungkook will lay down his life for you, he's protected you since you were a girl. Honestly there's not a man I trust more with you than him," He admitted, he groaned running his fingers through his hair "You are a princess-" "I'm a wife and mother now," I cut him off "That's all I want to be," I added. "You won't come home?" he questioned and I looked at Jungkook "I am home," I whispered.
"I won't force you. You may chose to lead your own life, but we want to keep in contact," my father relented and I smiled "Sure," I agreed. My father walked over to the three of us, and instinctively Jungkook held me tight, but my father pulled all three of us into his arms. "You will be the future of this kingdom someday, but until then, live a happy life," he whispered before kissing my head and then Alena's forehead. He patted Jungkook on the shoulder "You take care of my girls," he said and Jungkook nodded "I always have." And just like that the past was in the past. We were no longer running and hiding from it. Even though the road has been rocky, I knew that the best was yet to come. "It's supposed to be fun, turning twenty one," I said getting Jungkook to smile "He gave you your best present," he said kissing my forehead.
"Freedom."
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