‘YES!’ you cheered internally when you saw Jimin came into view from the stairs. 

He was probably lazing around when you text him, since he wore some bermuda shorts and flip-flops with a white tank top that popped his arm muscles. Once he opened the building door you smiled, genuinely happy to see him. Jimin looked a bit flustered and dedicated a half timid smile your way. Judging by his ruffled hair, he was probably lying on the couch half asleep like he normally is at this hour, and that made you feel a little bad and you messaged him to come and rescue you because you forgot your damn keys. Mentally you took a note to stop being this scatterbrained- if only it was easy like that.

“Ah Jiminie” you sobbed “My hero!!” without thinking you hugged him and he awkwardly grabbed your waist but returned the hug “I’m so, so sorry. But Ive been outside for like thirty minutes” You apologized, entering the building and walking to the set of stairs.

“Thirty minutes!? Why didn't you just called me first?”

“I didn't want to disturb you! I know this day is kinda tiring for you, and if Yoongi or Tae were available I would've just run to them and get the keys, but they didn't answer their phones” You huffed. “ It’s so weird though cause normally after using my keys I drop them inside my bag” you tell him, walking up the stairs.

“Yea ha ha ha, well it happens…” he laughs nervously. “Tae and Yoongi will get back to the flat late today right?” He asks

“Yeah, they’ll be back around 2 AM I think, why?”

“I was thinking on maybe watching a movie, you know...chill?" you looked at him teasingly.

“NO no, I didn't mean it like …Netflix and chill…ha ha ha” he laughs embarrassed showing his half crescent eye smile “Ew ha ha.”

“Ew? Nice touch Jiminie.” You thumbed up to him being playful, while Jimin opened the door to the apartment. “You should feel lucky you are my savior because I would've punch you for that, you hurt my heartu” you pout at him.

Jimin left his flip-flops on the entrance, keeping the door open until you walked through the threshold  “Let’s watch a movie Jiminie” you agreed, throwing your bag behind the door. Jimin looks at you and smiles “you can choose which one” he fist bumps the air and hurries to to the TV “I’m gonna change and take my makeup off, be right back.” you run towards the shared room you have with Yoongi to change into more comfortable clothes, while doing so, you checked your phone.

Y/N: -HEELP I'm outside I forgot my keys! Are you at work already??!         -nvm

Yoongs: Sorry babygirl, I was attending some clients. You got home safe?

He had replied, a little late of course.

Y/N: Yeah, chims was home so he came down to open the door. Idk where I lost my kets thought...istg I left them on my bag.

Yoongs: Mmmm, Idk. I did saw Jimin around your bag yesterday, he said he was looking for some notes but I didn't inquired further.

Y/N: Strange...he didn't mention that. Well anyway, gtg we are watching a movie.

Yoongs: Netflix and chill with the chims, huh? Nice...

Y/N: Pfff he got all sweaty when I made the same joke. lol.

Yoongs: -I bet he is picking a romantic one he knows you'll like...                -He is tryna get your in the mood~

Y/N: Nasty~

You laughed and throw away your phone to start changing your clothes, but kept thinking about what Yoongi said. did Jimin really rummage through your bag yesterday?.

Walking with your pajamas on, you headed to the couch were Jimin was waiting for you with some snacks and drinks over the table. 'sweet Jimin' you thought.

“What are we watching today?” you asked flopping next to him while you opened a can of soda and drinking from it.

“Me before you”  he answered.

You gulped, your throat suddenly dry “I love that movie”

“Yeah I know, that’s why I picked it” he turned his head and smiled widely “I haven’t seen it yet.” licking your lips nervously, you thought back to Yoongi's text. “Is that okay?” Jimin asked waiting your reply, taking a sit next to you.

“Sure”

In the middle of the movie your stomach started to grumble and Jimin hands over the snacks. with a 'Thanks' you place the bowl on your lap.The movie is reaching it's peek, and you know the tears will soon be falling down your cheeks because it always gets you emotional, no matter how much times you re-watch it. Grabbing a big handful of chips Jimin reached for some too and your hands touched, at the contact Jimin flinched, yanking his hand away snacks flying out the bowl in the process.

“Woo bro. I don't have leprosy, chill….” you retorted, handing the bowl to him.

“It’s not that...” he started, grabbing your hand gently, leaving the chip bowl aside “Your hands are so cold, Y/n” he turned his eyes from the TV and kept looking down at your hands on his. You blushed at his warm gentle touch “always....” he adds, almost whispering.

“I’m a lizard” you said, evading the awkward and tense moment.

“Aah," Jimin chuckled "that explains your flaky skin” he nodded and smiled showing his tongue.

“Hey!..” you grabbed your face removing yourself from Jimin’s hold “It’s not flaky! I can’t go hydrating my skin every 5 minutes” he cracked a laugh and you pouted, slightly offended.

“Of course…” Jimin’s laugh dies, his gaze serious. Looking at him you pursed lips into a thin line and he did the same. After what it felt forever some classical music starts playing and Jimin looked away. Silently, you take a deep breath slowly so Jimin can’t hear.

“She looks lovely in that red dress” Jimin pointed out.

“She’s Emilia Clarke, she looks beautiful in rags, to be honest” you chuckled softly. “She is my waifu” you mentioned hugging your legs to your body, resting your chin on top of them.

“Yeah she is okay I guess…” Jimin partially agrees.

You turned eyes to him dramatically. “Excuse you?” opening your mouth in 'O' shape you stare at him baffled “How dare you say she is just okay? Don’t you see her bro?” Jimin scratched his head and looked down smiling. “She is gorgeous”

“I do see her…” he replied. You are about to say something when he continues “But I guess my concept of gorgeous is different from yours” he locked his eyes with yours, and you swear you see him gulp.

“Jimin…I need to ask you... something” you turn your whole body towards him and he stiffens a bit.

“Yeah?” he asks not taking his eyes away.

“Jimin…” you hesitated. “Do you…?” he smiled at you, looking at your lips moving while you tried to find the words you desperately want to ask when suddenly a pressure crushed you under it's weight.

You don't normally pay attention to those kind of comments but this time you recognize a well-known and friendly voice. "Where the hell have you been?" you nagged him, elbowing his chest lightly.

"Ouch!" he complained. "I sent a text saying I was gonna be late, dweeb." he said taking the stool and seating next to you.

"What? No you didn't..." taking your phone out of your back pocket you unlocked the screen to the the notification "Oh shit, you did." you half shrugged grimacing. "Sorry. I was kind of in the middle of something."

"I can see that" he said looking at the four empty pints in front of you

"Sorry..." you apologized. "I think I'll call it a day and instead crawl under my bedsheets until I finally throw up"  you announced getting up from your seat and grabbing the bag hanging from the backrest of the tall chair.

"You're leaving?" Jimin opened his eyes-wide staring while you began to march your way outside "Wait!" he stopped you by grabbing your hand "I just got here and you're leaving me?" he pouted.

"Get your ass back here. what on earth are you talking about?" Jimin shakes his head,and pulls you to sit back again. "You need to share a wild round of tequila shots with me first you wuss." he chuckled, signaling at the bartender again. "Trust me, Babygirl. This night is just starting," he winked smugly.

---

 "And then I said to her, 'it's right there Dora! you blind bitch'."  you guffawed, grabbing Jimin's shoulder.

"Girl...you are so wild." Jimin cracked along with you "She is so blind though" he added, leaving the shot glass upside down over the counter. "But then she saw the thing so at the end it's cool. Dora is a good girl...so brave too." you nodded emotionally, drinking the last sip from you glass and scrunching your nose at how little liquid was left. "She takes no shit from no one, not even the fox guy."

"True, man." Jimin agreed.

"Thanks for coming here, Chims." You patted his arm thankful. "You remembered how we met?" you began, chuckling at the memories.

"So we are at that point of the night, huh? Drunken walk through memory lane..." Jimin commented, more to himself than anything. "I do remember..." he answered nodding your way. "You were so lost, like a puppy without a momma to guide him." you snorted.  "I just asked you if you know where the bathroom was..." 

 "So lost—" you looked into the distance dramatically. "But so cute... like a puppy!" you gasped in realization. 

 Jimin rolled his eyes at your statement and sighed "I'm way too sober for this..." with a gesture of his finger he called the bartender to ask for a drink.

"That was just the first time though.Now the second..." you lifted your finger pointing out.

"Oh boy..." Jimin tapped the counter looking everywhere for the bartender with his drink. 

 "You were running—well— we were both running, when we clashed accidentally with each other." you leaned down to him, to catch his eyes "You remember, Chims?" Jimin looked down at you and nodded silently. "Because I remember how I was on the floor in the blink of an eye and you were pretty much on top of me. Where you trying to woo me,Park Jimin?" you joked, snorting a laugh "Because that was not lowkey at all I gotta say." you finished, grabbing the drink the bartender was leaving in front of Jimin's

 "Okaay, enough drink for tonight" He said taking the glass away from you "Now let's go outside, but first here..." He removed his jacket and placed it above you shoulders "It's a little chilly outside."

You whined and started to take off his clothes "Hnng no I don't want it.." but Jimin insisted on you keeping it on.  "If you get hit by cold you'll get sick," Jimin countered, grabbing your bag and his and to carry it. "Now let's get you home..." he pushed you lightly to the door. Once outside you remained there waiting for Jimin to find a taxi, but you kept rambling around "Once we get home, can you cuddle with me?"

 "What?" Jimin furrowed his brows amused.

 "Cuddle me tonight, Park Jimin!" you whimpered.

 Jimin sighed and slumped his shoulders in defeat. "Fine, I'll cuddle with you. But I'm the little spoon!"  "Yay!!" you smiled widely and clapped exited while looking at hi him doe eyed. "You're a gorgeous human being" you added, making him blush a little.  "You're drunk..." he replied, smiling bashful.

a/n: Leaving this cute drunk chims here cause you should all see it...

“Uhm?” you question, raising one eyebrow confused.

“You are in shock...for whatever happened back there.” he gestures behind you, to the bathroom. “Obviously…” he nods rapidly.

“What?, No…” you shake your head, making some of the locks of wet hair on your head stick to your face. You stop and look at him from over your eyebrows, query.  “What do you think happened there though?”

Jungkook flinches his head, looking down to his feet, biting his lips; fear, crossing his face for an instant. He is searching for words, and you know exactly what he is thinking, about what you were doing when he found you.   Leaning down a little, you look for his gaze, but he avoids it, frustrated.

“I’m not suicidal...in case that’s what you are thinking.”

“I wasn't thinking that!” he denies, his eyes still not turning towards you.

“Sure…”

“I wasn't!” he insists.

“Then why aren't you looking at me?” you jeer.

Jungkook scrunches his eyes, then turns to you and opens it back, serious plastered all over his features. “I am looking at you”

“Yeah now!” you complain “Listen, It’s the same...the point is, I was not trying to take my life back there, okay?” you explain, scowling, taking the towel in your hands and placing it above your head beginning to dry your hair.

Jungkook scoffs. Getting up, he kneels next to you “Give me that” he commands, referring to the towel. You give him a stink-eye before but comply, crossing your arms over your chest belittling, letting him help you in the end. Gently, he takes pieces of your hair and shakes them between the fabric. You probably look like a small child giving a tantrum right now, but you don’t care, because you are annoyed at him, for thinking you said those words only because you were having some type of hysteric attack.

The nerve.

But...it’s true that, I was under a considerate amount of water, which flooded a room, so the situation could've been a little open to interpretation.

Your arms began to unfold over your lap.

And that same scenery could make him be absolutely powerless and terrified. Because he cares for me. He always cares.

You start feeling like a fool, at your reaction, and the way you treated him; playing with your fingers, nervously scratching the soft skin around your nails.

And, I’m a little inconsiderate by just...saying...requesting…’ you cringe again ‘that...from him. You take your hands up to your face to cover it.

“y/n?” Jungkook calls, once he sees your actions.

“IMSOSOSORRYFORBEINGSOINCONSIDERATEOFYOURFEELINGSANDIMSUCHAFOOLFORMAKINGYOUWORRYFORMEALLTHETIMEANDIMSORRYTOASKYOUTHATSTUPIDQUESTIONBEFORE” words crash against one another when you spoke them, making it difficult for him to fully understand them.

“I didn't get shit about what you just said”

You whine, your face still covered by your hands. You take a long deep breath, then repeat “I’m sorry...for being inconsiderate and treating you like shit after…”

Jungkook stops rubbing your head with the towel, then sits in front of your again, with his legs crossed, he ‘knocks’ over your hands, so you take them off. You do, looking at him, pouting. “Keep going…” he urges

You look at your feet, feeling small “I’m sorry for acting like a 5-year-old...and I’m sorry for making you worry…”

“And…?”

You breathe in “And I’m sorry for the glitter bomb issue”

“That was you!” he shouts at the confession, “I thought the lady at the store sold me a bath bomb wrong and it fell down by accident!”

You chuckle lightly. “Yeah, no...that was me”

“Poor Clarice...I gave her the silent treatment for weeks…”

You both chuckle.

“And, I’m sorry for saying that—thing I said, " you shiver internally "so bluntly, it was not...appropriate" you are so ashamed of your actions you hide again.

Jungkook blushes, nodding and biting on his lower lip nervously. “It’s all in the past…”

You feel yucky -and not necessarily due to the wet clothes you still have on.

“y/n…” Jungkook starts, answering with a simple “hmm” you let him know you are listening. “The...thing...from before” ‘yuck yuck yuck, ground swallow me up’. You answer with a silent and choked ‘yea?’ but not lifting your chin “Why…” he coughs “well —more like...what— made you say those words?”

Be honest. You advise inwardly.

Taking a deep long breath -filling your lungs with courage- you raise your head to meet Jungkook, determine to explain yourself without hesitation.

“I’m afraid...to lose you, to lose my memories of you.” you conclude.

“Lose memories of me? what do you mean?” he tilts his head, not understanding.

“I mean, loose these—feelings I have” you try to express them with your hands, but remain looking at them, like if they are filled with something nonexistent. “I can’t quite explain it...I just thought, on taking a chance. Because this is the last time I’m gonna be with you Kook.” you look at him, defeated. “Even if we decide not to mention it, or talk about it...It’s happening” your arms envelop your shoulders, trying to provide you with heat and comfort in some way. Jungkook’s features gloom as you let out the unstoppable truth.

“This is our last night together” you conclude.

Jungkook lets out a moan, his feelings too strong to remain hidden any longer. “I know…” he cries out, squeezing his eyes with two fingers but finally failing.  “All day long I've been thinking about it—reflecting, on what really means that you are here with me y/n” he sobs “that... that It means, this is the last time I’m able to see your face because I know what that fucking seal implies, I know th—” scrunching his eyes, he covers them with his hand. Not standing to see him like this, so wreck, broken and so vulnerable, you sprint to hug him tight, wanting to somehow take that heavy burden from his shoulders, wanting to let him know everything will be alright; even if you can’t convince yourself of that.

Jungkook grabs the side of your wet shirt and pulls you down to him, pleadingly.

“I know that us is over…”

You kiss the top of his head, taking in his scent at the same time, internally cursing your tragic fate.

“So, Yes…” he concludes, determined.

You blink, slowly backing away to see his expression. He is looking back at you, fiercely, intensely and resolute.

“Yes, to what?” you furrow your eyebrows, confused.

“Yes—” he takes one of your hands closer to his mouth and kisses the inner side of your wrist.  “I will make love to you…” he finishes, placing your hand on his cheek, melting in your touch.

‘No Jungkook, It’s okay.’ You want to insist, to contradict him in that automatic switch response your mind has. But the truth is you want this, you want him, above all things. So, if life was selfish enough to force you into some bureaucratic pairing system, then you were letting yourself be selfish too ‘just this time’ Gingerly, you place your hands over his shoulders firmly, leaning down, heart bursting inside your chest with each centimeter you inch closer and closer. Jungkook's fierce gaze fixed on your lips, his teeth biting gently on the fleshy lower lip, turning the once soft pink color, into a more intense form of red that screams lust and impatience. First, you press your forehead to his, lips brushing lightly, breathing heavily, the bare sensation of them touching already sending shivers to your nerves, the body already trembling. His itchy, needy and uneven hot breaths teasing you, though this is not his intentions at all, because you know Jungkook enough to realize he probably wants to take his sweet time, be gentle, not rushing any moment the two of you were sharing; but it wasn’t gentleness what you want right now, and this was far from that.   You twist the fabric under your fingers, a silent plea for him to get closer, to put an end to this gap between your mouths. Jungkook without any hesitation lifts the damp fabric of your shirt to claw his hands to the skin of your hips, the sudden sensation making your skin prickle, eliciting a soft moan. The sound must’ve to trigger something deep within him, because before you knew he reaches to bite your lower lip, breaking the distance between your lips. A soft groan, low on his throat telling you how he too, is desperately longing for your kiss. Throughout your life, you read about how characters of books “melt” into each other while kissing, and just now, you understood why; because every square inch of you body dissolves into his. The kiss felt so sensationally overwhelming, your veins and even your heart, throb in delight.   Jungkook’s tongue -before, stroking delicately on your lower lip- now is eagerly pushing between your lips wantonly. You open your mouth allowing him access, meanwhile, your hands are moving from his shoulders to his neck, to the back of his head, fingers gripping his hair, bringing him closer to you, not bearing the distance that separates you from him. Jungkook grunts into the kiss, grip tightening on your waist, urging you to inch closer. Complying you straddle his legs between yours, Jungkook struggles to keep on breathing, and you know it- because so do you, but neither is willing to stop. You body curves into his, and moan into his mouth, deepening the kiss, moving your head in coordination with his movements. Jungkook runs his hands underneath your shirt, traveling his hands up and down your back, the warmth of his fingers digging into your skin telling you just how much he wanted you.

Every kiss before this pales in comparison, making them seem like a merely childish memory. Before, they were slow and soft, but now, this was not that, this was by far something extremely different; It was tender and hungry, shaky and sensual. You once thought about how Jungkook was your first ever kiss, and right now, he would become your last, because there was no way any other being on earth could kiss you and provoke such a reaction in you like he did at this very moment. No fucking magic, no fucking pairing system can be stronger than what you are feeling right now while he touches and carves each curve of your body.

“y/n” he whispers softly, prolonging each letter making them sound like the sweetest liquor. You move from his mouth, ravenously wanting to kiss further places of him,but Jungkook has a plan of his own, because as you are kissing lovingly his cheeks, trailing down to the curve of strong his jaw, he takes the chance to unclasp your bra, moving the straps aside to leave the skin on your back free to his touch. But the shirt is still on his way, whining while grabbing on the hem of your shirt Jungkook searches for your eyes “y/n” he repeats, raggedly.

Giggling at his puppy-eyed face you decide not to tease him with undoing your buttons and grab the hem of the shirt from his hands to take it off. Your breasts bounce, the bra flying away alongside with the shirt you just threw behind you. You recoil, a little embarrassed because the top of your body is naked to him, but that weak feeling is soon gone because one look at Jungkook and you can tell his eyes burn in desire while looking at your chest, boosting your confidence. You chuckle, then go down to place a peck on his lips. Smoothly Jungkook trails one of his hands to the lower part of your chest, shyly gliding his thumb over the soft flesh. Lowering yourself just a smidge, you achieve to make Jungkook hand cup at your breast, inviting him to touch you even more; and he does. His thumb now caresses across the curve, teasing your erect nib. “Yes,” you let out softly, biting back a moan, feeling your arousal grow.  Jungkook cups your breast with his hands, you have yours behind his head, so you take the chance to push him invitingly, encouraging him to kiss there where he was. Jungkook leans forwards kissing the valley between your breasts, the touch of his chapped lips against your warm skin tickling eliciting a soft giggle. You inhale sharply once Jungkook is circling your nipple with the tip of his tongue. Breathing heavily, feeling your wetness rising with each stroke of his tongue. Between your legs you can feel him growing, you found this a tad amusing, but you refrain from laughing, not wanting to kill this lusty mood, so you throw your head backward. Jungkook slides a hand on the side of your neck, you look down, to meet his gaze. “Off with this...” you command between breaths. Jungkook obeys your instructions. His sun-kissed skin displaying again before your eyes, to you delight. With one finger you trail down across his chest, mapping every delicious and sinful curve of it.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous” you whisper. Out from the corner of your eye, you notice how Jungkook looks away, licking his lower lip nervously, obviously abashed by your words. You find that cute about him, how every time you compliment him, he gets all timid. Smirking you take this opportunity to shove one of your hands between his legs, stroking his length above the fabric of his pants. He must be really sensitive, because he bites back a moan, returning to look down at your hand.

“Jungkook…” you mewl, closing your eyes, then leaning to his neck licking and kissing, not stopping your ministrations

“Get up baby..” Jungkook purrs, patting your thighs lightly for you to move

“No” you cry out, hugging him closer, throwing a fake tantrum.

Jungkook chuckles and grins, lifting his chin to meet your eyes “I'm not gonna fuck you on the floor y/n”

The last sentence made you get up in a blink, excitement running all over your body. “Good girl” he teases, looking at your standing figure towering above him.

“Shut up” you spat out, flustered by your rush, but not even that stopping you or even making you slow down because you were already unzipping your bottoms and throwing them away, leaving behind just your underwear on.

“Fuck, you are so wet” Jungkook eyes lock between your thighs. Okay, now this was a tiny bit embarrassing, but hey...it was his fault you were like this.

“Oh my god Jungkook, can you like, not narrate for me, please? I already know what’s going on” you scold, rolling your eyes. “You’re one to talk though” you counter, pointing at the bulge behind his zipper.

“Oh, this?” He says amuse, grinning then winking at you “He is excited too”

You grimace cringe by his words “ Ew, no...fuck this...I’m dry again...bye” you blurt out, turning to leave.

Swiftly Jungkook gets up from the floor and grabs your wrist turning you to him again “come here you nerd…” he chuckled, and you couldn't help but join him.

“You’re the nerd…” you growl, grabbing the hem of his shirt-Impatient. Pulling from the waistband of his jeans up, you reach for the button and start to twist it open, to then unzip his pants. “Jungkook…” you purr again. His strong and gentle hand cup your face, placing a sweet kiss on your lips. “Get on the bed, nerd” he whispers to your ear. You back up until the back of your knees touch the mattress. You sit down, Jungkook leans with you as well,  not breaking the kiss. Finally, he separates from you, licking his lips devilishly. Skilfully you undo his jeans with a quick flick of your wrist, winning a simple “wow” from him. He gets rid of the clothes, letting them pool over the floor, now only leaving him on his boxers, then kicking them away so he won’t trip and fall.

He leans again hovering above you, one of his arms supporting his weight, his knees gets in between yours, parting the anticipation building up at your center. Jungkook catches your lips and slides one hand caressing lovingly down on your skin, and there it came, the pressure of a warm hand clasping your sex behind your panties, fingers slipping inside you. His thumb rub around a sweet spot and your eyes roll back into your head. “God Jungkook” you let out, clutching his wrist on the spot. Jungkook gloating next to you.

"So wet ..." he moans into the crook of your neck, lascivious, making you feel completely vulnerable under his touch while he keeps on circling your clit. You begin to moan, his doings fastening in pace, you feel a bit coy about how fast you were reaching your peak merely just by feeling his hands work with you.

“Jungkook I-” you start, warning him, but he is deaf to your claims because with a grunt Jungkook buries his face on the curve of your neck pressing harder and merciless on your swollen clit. Shock waves of fire explode all over, turning you limp against the bed, legs shivering after reaching your orgasm.

Jungkook removes his hand and takes it closer to his eyes to inspect it.

“I never took you to be this sensitive y/n, I barely touched you” he brags, a devilish grin on his face. You want to say something back, but you feel weak, it was still a mystery why, ney, how you came undone so fast since this wasn’t the first time you had an orgasm -though, the only person who gave it was you- but you are not complaining about the results. Jungkook licks his hand, tasting you, licking his lips after, a lewd action, that makes you tremble. “So sweet” Jungkook muses, his tone deep and fill with lust.

You lift one of your legs and wrap it around his waist to give yourself a boost, with a hand on his chest you push him back, making him lay on the bed while you straddle him. You aren't sure, but up until now, you did not become conscious that this all came extremely natural to you both. This was the first time for both. Yet you move in complete harmony with each other, not a second of hesitation. Like you knew what the other will do. The realization is invigorating.  

“My turn…” you coo, aligning your center with his, the curve of his shaft -trapped behind the thin fabric of his underwear, visible. Slowly you begin to roll your hips above him, you moves lethargical but sensual. Jungkook closes his eyes and bites his lower lip, placing his hands over your tights, a soft grunt coming out. His chest flushing red, as you continue to sway your hips around him, side to side. Even between the two fabrics, you can feel how his cock is pulsating, and how hard it is, putting the exact amount of pressure on your sensitive clit to make you cum again if you want to, just by riding him. You go one step further, without completely stopping your movements, you slide a hand down to the band of his boxers, bringing it down enough that the tip of his cock is peeking out; it was hot, red and swollen with a drop forming at the tip. You touch him, spreading the leak around the tip, but a hand stops you. You look up to meet Jungkook’s gaze, who apparently is running out of breath, sweat dripping down his temples, making some of his locks stick to his forehead. You blink twice, looking at his grip on you. Smugly you twist your lip upwards “So I’m the sensitive one huh?” you tease him, nudging a little from the fabric of his boxers enough to make it rub between the two of you and cause friction. Jungkook jolts, his cheeks red and lips into a thin line, visibly trying his best to resist your teasing.

“Fuck, fine yes I am too, now please stop…” Jungkook pleads.

You laugh, lowering yourself to kiss his chest. “Only because you asked nicely, dweeb”

Jungkook grabs your ass and squeezes it, giving it a little smack. “It’s your fault missy” he scolds playfully. “If you weren’t so fucking hot, I wouldn’t be a mess…” Jungkook adds, smiling.

“You should see your face mister, all riled up under me…” you state, licking around his nipples “I wish I had a camera to show you, Just-” peck. “ how-” peck. “absolutely” peck. “hopeless” peck. “you look”  between peppered kisses, you tell him.

“Come here…”Jungkook invites you with a gesture of his hands, telling you to get next to him. You get off from him and rest on your side, looking at him. It was intimate, and absolutely breathtaking how his eyes glisten every time he stares at you. He touches you again, this time with his index finger, contouring your face; your jaw, your nose, your lips, your eyes. And you do the same with him, carving him onto your memory.

Jungkook kisses your forehead, stealing your breath and then giving it back. His gentle gestures never going unnoticed by you. You want him forever, his laugh, his stupid necessity to compete with everyone, his timid side, his rough and masculine side, his jokes, his tears...absolutely everything. You want the good and the bad. This is how it had always been, you think, only touching, nothing more; except for now, when you want nothing more than to touch him where you never did before.

You close your eyes letting your body fly under his silk touch, but his voice brings you back “Baby...don’t sleep on me yet…” he sings, softly. “Okay…” you answer. Jungkook lifts his body, moving to open you legs once again with his knee, placing himself there in between. He grabs the side of the panties, and gestures for you to help him get them off, and you do. The flimsy fabric falls onto the floor, leaving you exposed completely to him. Jungkook takes off his boxers too, letting his hardened length out, bouncing shortly, your mouth almost drooling at the sight of him. You spread your legs, cold air brushes along your core, making you twitch in response. You were still wet enough. Jungkook leans placing one arm on your sides, supporting his weight so he won’t crash on top of you, both your chest press together, your nipples and his grazing against one another. Jungkook looks at you, this time a little nervous on his actions unlike before. You probe with your hand, searching for his cock, placing it at your entrance.  Your mouth opens “Yes, do it”

Jungkook nods “y/n, If I’m hurting you, you have to tell me. Okay?” he assures, waiting for your reply.

“Yes, yes, please…” you beg, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist.

Jungkook breaths sharply, pushing himself onto you, a weird and uncomfortable sensation at first, you clench a little without noticing and Jungkook grunts “Relax…” he whispers, tilting his chin up to kiss you. The melting sensation sweeps on your body again, a sharp brief pain rippling throw making you let out a small screech.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” he asks concern, starting to move away from you.

“No no!” you cry out, holding him in position with your legs.

He stumbles and pushes further inside, provoking a grunt  “Oh my Fuu-” his words slithering in pleasure

You whine, a delicious ache settling at the pit of your stomach, something you never experienced before, not even by our own doings. You feel so incredibly full it’s hard to breathe, your whole body curving up by itself against his.

“You’re so tight” he purrs, breathing heavily against your ear.

“Jungkook…move” you demand, your voice erotically low.

Jungkook growls, first pumping gently inside of you, slow and rhythmical, both adjusting to the new feeling.He catches your lips again before opening your mouth with his tongue. Jungkook whispers against your mouth “I don’t want neither of us to forget this night” You moan and pull his body down tightly, welcoming into moving faster inside you. He is grinding against you, his pace steadier and precise, hitting you right where you want him. Your mouth open, moaning in pleasure “N-Never” you answer him, stuttering. Your legs force him to push himself closer to you, and he obeys, rubbing himself fully against you, friction added to your sensitive sex. You feel close to your high, and by the way, his cock throbs inside you, you know he is as well. “Faster” you whine, wanting to reach that sweet release. He raises an amused eyebrow chuckling at your impatience, you can see the veins of his arms growing and pulsating, and his Adam's apple bobbing, swallowing hard. He rocks into you with a low and raspy growl, this time he is rougher, his moves send electricity through your spine “Yes, so good” you bite back, choking a moan. Jungkook grunts, his animalistic eyes locked on you, and yours, rolling to the back of your head in absolute pleasure. And then a sweet spasm splits through you. No more pain. No more worries. Just the sweetness.

26 hours.

The ringtone of your phone wakes you up the next morning. It sounded distant but you still recognized it. Opening your eyes you are greeted with some streams of sunlight coming from the wide window of Jungkook’s apartment. You are lying on your side, arms stretched hanging outside the bed. You feel the corner of your mouth sticky, with some drops of droll, sign of a profound and fulfilled night of sleep. Your brain is still in a haze, so you have to blink several times to open them completely.   Smiling widely the memories of last night invaded you, but they have mixed also with the bathtub situation and it all made you cringe. Wow what an idiot. Shaking them off, and not letting them stain the precious memory of your night, you turn around but find a foreign weight at the height of your waist that prevents you from moving. You lift your arm to see that Jungkook’s head is resting right over the curve of your hip, lips scrunched in a pout, his hot cheek pressing against your hip, his hair is a mess, face puffy, lost in dreams of who knows what, peacefully still asleep. He looks absolutely breathtaking, and his even breaths tickle your skin so you can’t help but to smile and giggle at this lovely picture. Kindly you boop his nose with your index finger, holding in your laugh, but Jungkook’s not reacting. Once again you boop him, but this time the middle of his eyebrows slightly harder, this time Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows and grunted, but he wasn’t nearly as close to being awake, man this boy was a heavy sleeper. Down on the first floor, you hear your phone again. Despite being terribly soften by this situation and at the sight of Jungkook's beautiful sleeping features, you slowly moved away, shimmying from under him careful that his head didn't make a whiplash. Once you’re out of bed, you take the big hoodie of Jungkook that's on the floor,  you also grab your own jeans, but they being still a little wet, you choose to take his jeans instead covering your naked body. The phone goes off and rings again so now you assume it’s you mom calling to check on you. Walking down the stairs heading to where your jacket and bag are. Taking off the phone you see it's nearly 11 AM. You then unlock the screen and press the callback symbol of the contact list. Your mom answers on the other side.

“Hey sweetie~” She sings, jolly “Good morning! Did I wake up?”

You chuckle, voice raspy with sleep.“Like if that wasn’t your original intention, mom” you say rolling your eyes, amuse.

“I just thought maybe your alarm was off and try to help. You always get grumpy If you wake up late and miss class or study time.”  

“True…” you agree.

“So how is that study?” she asks.

“I’ve been lazing around, to be honest” you answer, automatically.

“Hmm? I thought you were studying yesterday?” She inquires, confused.

Shit. “Oh... no yes, well—it was more like revision.” you lie, expertly.

“I see...what subject?”

You blank out. “Um...philosophy”

“You had a test already, you have another?”

“More of a report…” you lie again.

You mom stays silent on the other line, and you wonder if you sounded too fake and she discovered you weren’t studying. It actually didn’t matter whether you are studying or not, since you are familiar with your responsibilities, but you still had this remains of having to justify yourself to her.

“Okay!” she finally replies “So, I was thinking of giving you a little surprise and go to the apartment to cook you something and chat, since you probably only live on take-out”

You chuckle at how well she knows you are an absolute mess when it comes to cooking, but the other side of the phrase didn't go missing, she wanted to visit you.  

“Uhhh, emm—” you stutter.

“Oh!” your mom interrupts, obviously aware of your mumbling “Wait, can I visit? Are you going out with friends today? Or Jungkook?. It’s okay I can go another day, don’t worry, pumpkin” she keeps on talking.

Actually yes, I’m spending this last moment before going to meet my soulmate with him, mom, I’ll have to take a raincheck with you.  That’s what you wanted to answer but couldn’t bring yourself to do so. There was still some hours you could spend with him and you do not want to leave until it’s absolutely imperative. But also, you had to tell your mom about the letter, you couldn't just appear out of nowhere with the “hey, mom dad- this is my soulmate!”

“y/n?” She calls at you.

You must tell her.

“Mmm?”

“You doze off on me…” she chuckles.

“Yeah, ha ha “You answer, without much emotion.

“Is all okay, pumpkin?” she asks.

“No” you answer, blunt.

“No? What happened?” your mom inquires, concerned.

You swallow and bite your lower lip harshly, making you hurt. “Mom…” you start, but words caught in your throat.

She waits silently on the other side of the line.

“Mom—I got my letter” you finally spit out. And there is no need for a further explanation because everyone knows what those words mean, those simple yet heavy words.

“When?” She asks, calmly.

“Yesterday...about midday” you reply, apathetic.

“So, 24 hours…” she ponders. Is that a countdown?

“Yep”

“Why didn’t you say so before?”

“I don’t know…” you shrug, not wanting to hurt her feelings, when in all truth what you wanted was to be here with Kook.

“You are at Jungkook’s” she stated, and you blinked baffled at her guessing, You remained silent though, only affirming her that you were in fact there. “That’s good...you should spend some time together”

“What do you mean?” you tilted your head and furrowed your eyebrows.

“I mean- and don’t take this the wrong way- I know how you feel for that boy” she speaks, softly, almost empathic. “And I know how he feels about you, It’s natural you would want to spend this time with him, I understand” you can almost see her smile on the other line.

“You know?”

“Mhm… Was I once a teenager too you know? I wasn’t always a mom” she laughs.

“Yeah, but what do you mean, you understand?”

“Well, I had a boyfriend before I met your father…” she explained. And you opened your mouth wide.

“W H A T?” you scream at the phone, not believing.

“Jesus Christ, hush... yes y/n, I had a boyfriend...and we were quite close,” she tells you.

“Why didn’t I know of this?!” you scold her.

“Because I didn’t think it was necessary...you were quite alien to any of this dating stage when you were younger, so I just...let it passed by. And one day you brought Jungkook home, and you looked so happy and alive. And I wasn’t gonna bum you out with a heartbreaking story of two people who are torn by the Sigil.”

“Torn?” you asked.

“Yes baby, He and me... we were so close and complimented each other so much, we thought...maybe we were soulmates,” She tells you, sadness tainting her voice.

“And then?” intrigued, you supported your weight on the wall.

“Then—he got his letter...and I didn’t” she sights. “Two years or so later I received mine, and the rest is history.”

“But-but mom, how did you even dealt with that? Didn’t your whole world collapse? How did you find your strength?” once again, questions filled your mind, uneasiness and fear were present too.

“I didn’t…”

“What?”

“I didn’t, my world collapsed, and I was still in that state until even before I got the letter, I even tried to come up with some reasons for my misery ‘maybe they got it wrong’ ‘maybe I should ask for them to revise the system’ but of course it was all silly…” she continues.

You listen carefully to her, and finally, you decide to let out all these emotions that are only eating you, because you think she might understand just a little what you’re going through “Mom, I’m...scared. I don’t know what will happen” you confessed, choking a little.

“It’s normal, pumpkin. .It’s the way life works, baby. I was too...we all are, at least those who love unconditionally like us, those who find strength in another and lose it. But you have to find it in yourself now, that’s the only way you can cope” she tries to comfort you.

“It fucking sucks…”

She chuckles, lightly. “Maybe, for some time.But I do love your father, unconditionally and entirely, and I love you, pumpkin. You are scared, and it’s totally understandable, but...you have to be grateful to have met someone who made you so incredibly strong you found yourself in him, but also unbelievable weak, you also lost yourself. It’s a lame phrase but...It’s better to have loved and lost than to never love again”

Tears were rolling down your cheeks, and you found you were biting your nails while you mom spoke to you. She was right at some point, no matter how much you want to deny your reality, is there.

“You will never love someone like you love him. But you will love someone differently now...It’s hard to explain, but you’ll understand once you are in front of it.”

“And I rip the letter, got it…” you finish, bitterly.

“You will understand…” she finishes. “Should we go with you to the Center? I can tell your father to drive us there”

“We’ll see...I need to think about it okay?”

“Okay, take care sweetie…”

“Bye, mom.” you hang up.

You remain there, staring down at your phone, the screen showing you the hour, reminding you, there is still one more day left. 24 hours. The call with your mom just let you even more confused, even though you know her intentions with telling you her own story - a little late, in your opinion- tried to be comforting. She told you that staying with Jungkook would be a smart and understandable decision, but was it tho? Aren’t you two just prolonging the suffering you two will endure later on? Isn’t it better to just cut the deal right now? You stare down and see your bag on the floor.

Should I go?

You blankly crouch next to it, grabbing it by the handle.

Yes, yes I should.

I should’ve never come.

You glance sideways, at the entrance door.

I should’ve stayed alone until this day came.

I should’ve minded my own business.

I should’ve stayed away from this.

I should’ve never fall in love.

You stand up violently, breathing out rapidly anxiety kicking in, you need to get out, you need to go right now. Almost stepping out the door, you hear something inside the bag that rumbles. The object takes you out of this escapade trance, and you thank it for interrupting, because you can’t afford to be a coward now, and you certainly can’t leave him, because he is suffering just as much as you, and by what your mom told you, he will even more. You close the door, slapping your face due to that pessimist and a weak moment you had when re-entering the apartment. You wonder if Jungkook may be alarmed by the sound of the door, but since he hasn’t shown up yet, you assume he is still in deep sleep. Leaving the bad down again, you open the zip to check on this object that sounded before, and you see it, the wood box; ‘out of here’

“If only” you reply while reading over the letters.  

You take the little box between both your hand, cradling it, triggering tons of memories that concerned the box. One, in particular, stands out over the rest.

“I’m not gonna recommend or give any of my books until you return the ones you already have Jeon Jungkook!” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Wow, full name! You must’ve been really serious”

“DEAD serious you prick!, I’m done lending you precious belongings if you are not ever gonna read or give them back!”

“I will!” He rolled his eyes, playing with the decorations that hang over your desk.

“Then bring my babies to me again, and then we can talk business” you spit at him, returning to the work you were typing, the laptop warming your tights.

Jungkook clicks his tongue, a little annoyed by the fact you refuse to give him a hand with his report. He had come to you searching for help, he needed to present a report on some type of science fiction book that displayed a parallelism with the modern world, that could be taken as some type of foreshadowing if you like. And being the bookworm you always were, it was more than delightful being able of telling him all types of book and authors of science fiction that have the specifications his paper required, yet, he also asked for the actual book -that of course, you had- but yet you refuse to lend.

“My science fiction books are my favorites, and you already have two of them” you tilted your head, not looking up, typing away on the keys.

“Huh? Which one?”

“Fahrenheit 451 and Brave New World!” you let out, not believing he didn’t remember them.

“Oh those, yeah...they are pretty boring” he shrugged.

“How dare you talk like that about Ray and Aldous” you squint your eyes, shaking your head.

“Who?” He asked.

You dedicated the neutral face of displeasure “Unbelievable…”

Jungkook shrugs, walking around the room, his steps and your fingers tickling fast the only sound that separated from the silence. He scans the room, of course heading to the small library shelf where all your books were- and boy they were a lot. Silently, he read some titles mouthing the words, and gently caressed the book spine.

“I don’t have much time to read” he whispered, flinching his head.

"Why is that?" You asked, more than anything to keep the conversation going.

“I got a job…” he announced, his eyes still trailing over the books.

“You, what?” asked, looking up from the screen to him.

“Yep...a Job, me...Jeon Jungkook.” he laughed, awkwardly.

“That’s great thought!” You exclaimed, smiling at him. “Wait, did your parents cut off your income?” you inquired. Jungkook had a pretty well economically established family that sends money to him until he finishes his career, which means, Jungkook has enough time to properly study and get good grades, without the need of work to sustain himself.

“...No” He replied.

“Then, why you applied for a job?” you grimace, curious. “I mean, It’s great you have one, but what about your studies? You still have time for doing both?”

Jungkook licked his lips, pacing around the room once again, he pursed his lips into a thin line and tapped repeatedly over the floor, obviously pondering on what to answer you. On your bed, you stopped typing waiting for him to answer, a little uneasy about his rumination. Jungkook looked over your desk, and slowly approached to it once again, hovering his index finger above it, then magnetically placing it over a little wooden box that was lost between the mess of your night of study and research papers,the little box he had given you, not two weeks ago as a present. At first you didn’t understand what it meant, or why he was being so mysterious about it all, but finally, when he locked his gaze with you not taking his finger off the box you finally got what he meant.

“No way, dude, no” you denied, closing the laptop and placing it aside. “You are not gonna get a job, only so you can only put more money on my trip box.”

“Why?”

“Because I know your true intentions! You are not gonna waste blood and sweat only so I can get to my goal of traveling Jeon Jungkook…” you argued, jumping off the bed and placing in front of him.

“Don’t be so full of yourself y/n” Jungkook rolled his eyes, sitting down on the chair in front of your desk with a huff.

“I will not let you” you warned.

Jungkook sizzled and appears to be annoyed by your words. “First, y/n…. I am my own person and I can do whatever I want with the money I earned…” he looks up at you, visibly angry “And second, the job money is not for you…” he looks down, his features softening.

“Then why did you pointed at my box?”

Jungkook coughs and scratches his nose, sniffing, not looking at you. “…” he is blank for a  moment, tapping nervously again, sighting and scrunching his eyes. You look over to the small wood box again, finally understanding what he wanted. Jungkook looked up to you  “This—job money isn’t for you…The money is for us…”

You were taken aback by his words “Us?” you repeated.

“Yes, Us…” he looked down again, his cheeks flushing red. “I want us to do travel together, when we have the money, of course.”

“Why?” you asked, innocently, thinking on why he would want to get a job for that. Jungkook flinched at the question, probably taking your query wrongly.

“Is okay If you don’t want me to go, I shouldn’t have meddl—” he started, scratching his head.

“No no! I mean...why you got a job for that?”

Jungkook looked at the box, a light smile on his face “Well, because I wanted to put hard earned money in there. Like you do and not with my parent's money.” He chuckled softly, then looked up, his big and flickering eyes staring back at you.  “I want to really work for it to happen…”

Your heart starts to pump fast, and a sensation of pride and joy pang's on your chest. Incredibly overwhelmed and touched by him, you felt moved by the reasons he had for taking the job. Jungkook didn’t want to give you your dreams, he wanted to help you, with his own efforts and struggle to make them come true, and also, he wanted to join you. He could’ve asked his family for the money, even for the both if he wanted, but no, that wouldn't mean to solve the obstacle, when in reality...he wanted to endure the battle to the achieve the goal; with you.

You are grateful for that in the extreme, and you show it to him by sitting on his lap and filling him with kisses; gladly, Jungkook embraces you closer and takes your kind display of affection.

Looking back at it, you think maybe that’s the exact moment when you fell in love with him. With that someone who completes you, not by being the perfect him; but by being the perfect him that he can strive to be.

“Jungkook…” you whisper softly, standing next to the bed. Jungkook was still sleeping and didn’t look like waking up any given moment. Grunting, he ignores you and turns around. You roll your eyes, but don’t give up and go around the bed to face him again “Kook!” you shake him by the shoulder, his body swaying flaccid, like jelly. “C’mon, I’m hungry...let’s have breakfast” you coo, trying to tempt him with food, but he gives no sign to have to listen to you and keeps snoring softly, his mouth agape. “Jungkoook!” you whine, poking his cheek with your index finger. Jungkook swiftly grabs your finger taking you by surprise, eliciting a little squeak out of you, and gives it a little peck, then intertwines his fingers with yours and places them both under his head “Five more minutes, love” he sighs.

“You never do five more minutes Kook” you chuckle.

“Time It’s is relative” he shrugs, smiling with his eyes still closed.

“Don’t quote Einstein on me, bruh”

“Who?” he opens one eye, lifting his eyebrow.

“Are you kiddi—” “Shut up,nerd…” he interrupts you, before you even have time to lecture him. “I know who he is—Is that guy from the facebook movie right? 

“That’s eisenberg!” you shout, removing the hand he is holding under his head, to start poking his stomach scolding him, and forcing him to open his eyes fully.

“Okay! Alright alright! Take a chill pill I know the difference” he sits on the edge of the bed, squeezing his eyes with his fingers. “I didn’t endure that lame movie so that I can’t remember the fella, geez”

“Damn right! Now feed me, punk!” you roar.

“I need a bath first, I feel sticky…”

You punch his arm “EW, DON’T SAY IT LIKE THAT!” shivering at his phrase.

“I MEAN BECAUSE I SWEAT A LOT AT NIGHT, PLEASE STOP YOUR DIRTY MIND Y/N” Jungkook counters, stroking his redden arm.

“IT’S NOT ME! YOU ARE USING YOUR VOCABULARY WRONGLY” you shout at him.

“FINE, I NEED A BATH CAUSE I FEEL MOIST!”

“NO THAT’S ALSO BAD!”

“Stop screaming!” Jungkook grabs his ears, chuckling. “I just need a bath, and then we can have breakfast, alright?” Jungkook stands up, and walks around the bed, he inspects the clothes on the floor and picks them up “We also should probably wash these” he points out, grabbing your damp shirt and then a much more feebly fabric that he dangles while he smirks “And we definitely need to wash these” You are looking for something to throw at him, but he still continues “These panties much be very, very sticky…”

“STOP BEING LIKE THIS!” you squeal while throwing a pillow his way.

Jungkook laughs wholeheartedly. “Fine, fine, I’ll stop…”

“Thank you…” you reply.

“But only If you come to the shower with me…”

You blink twice “Eh?”

“Ya heard me, come take a bath with me, or I have a bunch of other cringe words to spill” Jungkook challenges.

“You wouldn’t…”

“Oh yeah?...” Jungkook’s jaw clenches and purses his lips to take action “Bulbous...Juices...Ointment” he starts listing, but you shiver almost to the verge of convulsion and quickly get up and follow him, pleading to stop.

25 hours.

After a long and revitalizing shower,-that actually turned into some type of water war. you were finally at the coffee table in the living room waiting for Jungkook to bring on the well-deserved breakfast, you could smell he made some pancakes (probably pre-made), and the sweet, sweet scent of coffee. Whistling Jungkook comes with a tray full of the goodies you are being treated with and must admit that the menu for the breakfast leaves you perplexed. Not only there is pancakes and coffee, but you also see some toasts and scramble eggs on top, fresh orange juice and a smaller glass of cold water. Carefully Jungkook leaves all the different plates in front of you, and he even adds as a small decoration, a small and pretty yellow flower inside of a shot glass.

“Wow, Mr. Jeon...A lady is impressed” you admit, pleasingly surprised

“Only the best for M’Lady” he bows, gallantly.

“I thought you couldn’t cook” you argue, taking the orange juice and having a sip of it, as you expected by the look of it, it was sweet and fresh, and it made you feel refreshed.

“I can do toast and juice y/n…” he sighs, rolling his eyes. “Otherwise I would’ve died by now”

“I know for a fact you can subsist of only pizza” you point out.

“That’s true, but I didn’t get this body by only eating carbs” he brags, flexing his arm while grabbing one of the pancakes and taking a bite from it.

“True...” you chuckle.

24 hours.

Jungkook is upstairs, taking a call, you can hear the mumbling and the sound of an occurrent chuckle. Taking a deep breath, you stare at the small wooden box that you are holding between your hands. You resolved to give him all of the box content, in hopes Jungkook can follow that dream both once had after you inevitably march to the ‘Pairing Center’. A small part of you wants to hang on to it, mostly because the box was a shared belonging and you didn't want to lose it just yet. But no, you needed to give the money to him, because you thought it was fair for him to still get a chance to fulfill this goal, even if you couldn't make it, after all, his money was inside as well. You take a sit on the couch of the living room, leaving the little box over the coffee table you had breakfast before.

“Sorry, I had to take this” Jungkook apologizes, walking down the stairs

“No problem, who was it?”

“A friend with whom I’m doing an assignment” he comments, reaching the end of the stairs, walking to sit next to you, with a half smile

You nod “Do I know him?”

“Ahh, I don’t think so...Min Yoongi?” Jungkook squints his eyes and tilts his head.

“Nop, it doesn’t ring any bell…” you shrug.

“Anyway, what shall we do next? Movies? Games? Another shower?” he wiggles his eyebrows at the last statement.

You elbow him lightly “No,” you say, smiling it at his immatureness “I want to talk to you actually”

“That sounds serious…”

“It is.” you half smile, sadness tainting your features.

“What is it?” Jungkook queries, his voice dropping low.

“I want to give you something” you start, leaning towards the box and holding it in your hands.

Jungkook’s gaze drops to the box in recognition, looking a little strange as to why you have it.

“You already know this box, of course,” you gulp, feeling your throat dry.

He nods, his eyes fixated on the object.

“Well, I want to give this box—to you, in hopes you can achieve our goal of traveling” you add.

You stretch your arms to him, offering the box for him to grab. Reluctantly, Jungkook takes it from you, his eyes scrutinizing it, turning it around between his hands until finally the legend that read ‘out of here’ is facing him; With his thumb, Jungkook travels the words and clenches his jaw. You look at him silently, but Jungkook remains there, blankly staring at it for the longest of times. Getting a little anxious you fidget with your feet, waiting for any word that can come out of his lips, a ‘thank you’ a ‘cool mate’ or a ‘noice’ but you only are found with this awkward, tense and silent moment. Finally, you decide to break the tension and speak up, but as soon as your mouth opens, he interrupts you; and what comes out is nothing even remotely close to thank you.

“What the fuck is this?” Jungkook spits, his voice enrages, taking the box and placing it in front of your face.

You are taken aback by the outburst, and end up stuttering the words “I-Is the b-box we—”

“No” he cuts you off, looking up to you “No, What the fuck is this y/n?” he repeats, tilting his head, eyes burning in frustration.

You gulp, shrinking on the spot. “It’s the trip money”

“So, why are you giving it to me?” he inquires, his voice still angry.

“Because I want you to go and travel, even If—”

“Even If you leave forever, wow y/n” Jungkook smiles skeptical, resting on the couch.

“I don’t understand, why are you mad?” you argue.

Jungkook mouth goes agape, his expression unbelieving “Are you for real right now?”

Okay, now you are irritated. “I am being for real, please do enlighten me” you mock, sardonically.

“You know what this means right now y/n?” he taunts, placing the box down on the table with an audible ‘bam’. “This right here means ‘Bye Jungkook, so long and hope you have a good life’ “ he barks.

“What? You’re reading it wrong…” you wave a hand and roll your eyes, turning your back.

“Or am I?, Then what the fuck does it really mean that you give me the money we both were saving for a trip we were going to take together huh?”

“I just thought on giving it to you so you can go Jungkook, it’s not a big deal”

“It’s not?!” he shouts, making you flinch, his jaw clenching making the veins of his neck pop. “This y/n,” he points down to the box “This right here is the embodiment of our relationship”

You look at the box, and then at him.

“It is! Even if you want to deny it, or make it believe whatever the fuck you want to call it, this is us…” he gestures to the box “And you, are practically throwing all the struggle and effort we put into raising money to travel, to me”

“Jungkoo—”

“No, you are! Because this means, so long ‘so long and goodbye‘ for me.”

“You are overth—” you try to speak, but he keeps on going, his blood boiling with hurt by your actions.

“Can you please shut up and listen?” Jungkook growls. “Because you are not quite understanding.”

“I will not shut up! because you are not letting me explain” you argue, raising your voice a tad. “ I want to give this to you because If anyone of us can fulfill this dream is you since I can’t.”

Jungkook nods “You’re such a drama queen, all the time…” he scoffs.

“Excuse me?”

“You are! Are you even listening or thinking what you’re saying?”

“What am I saying Jungkook?” you roll your eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me” he scrunches his eyebrows displeased “You are saying that you will be leaving, and you want to be ‘kind’ by romanticizing the trip we could never make.” he pretends to acts, mockingly. “How can you even think I could make this trip without you? Do you think I would enjoy it? Being alone, and thinking that the reason for me to be anywhere is that you are now with your soulmate? Do you really think I could ever do that? Enjoy the fact you are no longer beside me? Enjoy the fact you got rid of me? You know, you are not the only one that is hurting right now” he says, poison filling each word.

“Got rid of you? Are you for real now?”

Jungkook crosses his arms and bites his lip, looking away from you.

“Do you think I am leaving willingly? That I have another choice?” you tilt your head to meet his eyes, but he keeps them away. “Do you think I rejoice at this enterprise of assigning? Huh? That I’m somehow some evil bitch that wanted you only for a fragment of time to later throw you away like trash and washing my hands before meeting my fucking soulmate?” your cheeks are red in rage, and your chest heaves unevenly, your breath hitching before keeping up with the river of defiance to his claims.”Why would anyone want a half a shared soul? I want my own goddamn soul! I want to choose whoever I want to fall in love with, and whoever I want to spend the rest of my life with! This is not something I took part of Jeon Jungkook, and I cannot believe you even can say those words to me like if they were true, like if you meant nothing in my life, or that you would never mean!” Once that first tear broke free, the rest followed in stream sliding down your cheeks.

The blurry image before you is of Jungkook, eyes shut harshly, and his chin trembling with anguish he sobs are stifled at first in a feeble attempt to hide his grief, the wave of his emotions overcome him in the end, breaking down entirely. Jungkook doesn’t turn his face to you, instead, he turns around with his back facing you, in a last attempt to hide his bare self; the picture before you is of loss, devastation. His body flinching up and down, while his defenses wash away in those salty tears. It was the face of one who suffers, and you only blame yourself for it. The walls that hold you up, make you strong just... collapse; moment by moment. You run, you run past him, your lashes heavy with tears make it difficult for you to see but you can’t help to dash away from it, from the pain and suffering you had cause him, you caused both. Sprinting to the door, you grab the belonging near it and open it to the outside, then slam it close, you don't look back, you don't look back to see his tortured figured because you can't bare to. The elevator is on the floor and you don’t hesitate on hopping inside, you press your forehead against the door, then the sobs take over and ripple through your bones and guts. Your heart-yanking hard on your chest, threatening to explode and break. You had broken his heart, and he had broken yours. How traitor fate can be sometimes, how dark and mockingly it can treat you. You didn’t care who saw. You just broke down, hollow. Life crumbling around you. You reach the ground floor and open the door, remembering you can’t open the front door, but in time as you step outside the metal box a male figure enters the building and you shout “Hold it open!” the strangers baffled by your gaunt looks stays in place with the door wide open for you. “Alright” he simply replies, looking at you up and down. You ignore it and lurch yourself out the building, heading down to the bus stop that leaves you back at your apartment.

So stupid, so stupid you curse yourself.

Once you reach the stop you pry open the bag and look for your student card to pay for the bus, tears only difficulting the task. And then you see it. The blue sealed envelope. The one fragile thing that ruined forever your life and your spirit.

You take it in one hand and look at it, but as much as you try to hold it in, the pain comes out like an uproar from your throat in the form of a silent scream. The world turned into a blur, and so did all the sounds. Not until the sobs drive you to your knees did your gaze fall.

I want my own soul! you cry. and cry again. Your hands covering your face, while desolating tears stain the envelope. You hear the bus stop, but you are unable to look up. You know you probably look like a disgusting wreck of a human being right now. But that’s what you are. You are hurt and feel lonely, unable to control yourself, because you had just lost the only thing that matters to you forever, the only thing that truly made you happy and full, the only thing you can’t never, ever have by your side.

Stupid, Stupid.

Thereupon a heavy pressure weights over your shoulders and you believe it's the pressure of all your mistakes, of all your bad decisions coming to crush you underneath them, but this heavyweight instead lifts your up, and you rise to your feet. Jungkook hugs you and hides his face, sobbing into your neck unceasingly, his warm tears sliding down your skin. You wrap your arms around him and wail, then the pain comes in waves as you are pressed against each other, minutes of sobbing broken apart by short pauses to recover breaths, your hands clutching at his shirt. You hold him in silence, rocking him slowly as his tears soaked you.

“You are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me, y/n” Jungkook cries, not separating from you.

“You are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me, Jungkook” you repeat, with the same emotion.

“Please don’t go, please don’t leave me yet” he sobs, taking one step behind to stare into your eyes and cup at your face, his bloodshot eyes glistening.

“I won’t, I won’t” you affirm, caressing his hands. “Let’s go home,” you tell him, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

Jungkook nods softly, returning your kiss.

You are back at the apartment, the rest of the hours go without saying much, Jungkook and you cuddle in the sofa and watch a long movie, but you bypass the plot of the story, instead concentrating on Jungkook’s breathing, on his scent, on the touch of his hand on you, on the feeling of his body next to you, how vulnerable you feel right now, but how complete you feel as well. 

Words are no longer necessary, so neither of you speak them.

18 hours.

Jungkook brings a book, asking you to read a little of it and you do, is a passage of a new book you never saw, or lend to Jungkook. Is a book you once mentioned to him, a long time ago when you were both having chicken and beer outside after Jungkook had passed and exam. You thought he was way too gone to remember it, or way too uninterested.

“Nicholas Sparks…” you read the cover, surprised.

Jungkook sits next to you, nodding with a half smile. “Yeah” he replies.

You a cough, take a deep breath, then start reading over the pencil marked quote.  “I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough."

You turn your gaze to him, his still reading over the lines.

“I love you, Jungkook”

Jungkook smiles, then locks his eyes on yours, his gentle and dark eyes traveling your face, he reaches out to stroke with the back of his hand your cheek, then trailing to the back of your head to tangles his fingers in your hair, the movements are soothing and harmonious, leaving a trail of tickle behind them

“I love you”

And like that he is kissing you, over your lips, on your neck, down your chest. Taking your clothes off and kissing even further on your body. His arms wrap around your back and in one gentle pull your skin touches. Laughing in content he lifts you off, accommodating you, letting you down with a soft bounce on the sofa mattress. You lock eyes for just a moment, then you both are naked and your skin and his move softly together, like the finest of silks. From there on it's all passion, intense, intoxicating; You are one with him, one mind with one purpose, both utterly drunk with love for the other.

8 hours.

Jungkook is sitting on the edge of the bed, his bare back facing you. You remain silent, not moving one inch knowing the man before you must be caught in deep thinking, still believing you are asleep, too scared to take him out of his meditation. You blink weakly, your eyes wanting to close again and returning you to dreamland. The sun hasn't come up yet, you see a clock on the side of the bed- 5 AM. Has he maybe had a nightmare?

6 hours

Jungkook wakes you up with a soft kiss on your forehead. You stretch your limbs and yawn, without noting you had fallen asleep, you nod to him, not really listening to something he just said. Turning on his heels, he walks to the stairs and steps down, his figure losing from sight. You sit on the bed stretching once more, feeling a chilly breeze on your naked body. Quickly you stand up and head to the bathroom, grabbing your clothes from 2 days ago to use after your shower. Before entering the bathroom you look sideways to the clock next to the bed, his threatening red letters laughing at you. You breathe deeply. What’s next?

5 Hours.

Jungkook made breakfast again, like the day before it was delicious and you are still baffled at his presentations. There is another flower on the shot glass, it’s fresh and the colors look vivid. Jungkook points with a nod of his head to the wooden box that’s still over the coffee table.

“What shall we do with that?” he asks.

“I don’t know…” you reply, looking at it.

“I think we should give it away, pass the money and the box to someone else”

“Alright” you agree, taking the last piece of toast with jam and munching it. “You have someone in mind?” you inquire.

Jungkook nods “Yeah”

4 Hours.

“What?” the gray-haired man examines the box, looking at both strangely.

“We want you to have this,” Jungkook explains again. “You said that you needed money for your studies, right?”

“Yeah?” the man scrunches his nose, furrowing his eyebrows, still confused.

“Then use this for that.” Jungkook insists.

“But, I still don’t understand…” he looks at your and Jungkook. “Why would you give me money, or you,” he says gesturing at you “we never met, and you and I only shar—”

“Listen, Yoongi…” Jungkook interrupts “Please accept the money, okay? Consider it as forwarding payment for when you become a famous photographer or musician” he chuckles.

Yoongi squints his eyes still not convinced as to why you two would give him money. “Alright” he simply states.

Jungkook smiles and then takes your hand, everyone waved then you and Jungkook head outside of the building, to the bus stop, the moment for you to get back home. Jungkook holds your hand tightly while you walk down the street, the pace of your steps slowed down. Its breezy outside and the wind makes your hair wave.

“So…” you start. “The notebook, huh?” you ask, bringing back the quote he made you read.

“Yes?”

“Nothing…” you purse your lips playful “I just didn't know you were a big softie.” you mock.

“Guess the secret is out” He laughs, doubtfully.

You half smile, noticing the mood was not right to make a joke. “I'm sorry, Jungkook,” you say, looking down at your feet.

“For what?” Jungkook asks.

“For nothing in particular, and for everything at the same time” you smile, sadness in your features.

Jungkook stops you, in your tracks and lift your face up, placing a finger under your chin then bring it up to him. “No, don’t be sorry…I was never planning on falling in love with you,”his assertive eyes breaking your walls, his words honest, his mind clear, his love pure. “But I’m glad I did, because I love you for who you are, who you were, and who you will become, and that’s love indeed”

In that silence after, you lean in and close the gap between your bodies, in that silence that followed the clashing of your lips, all the passions and the sparks of love that existed between both materialized, in a kiss. In that moment, you are strong. A single kiss and now you have the courage to do whatever you have to. Because you have loved. And It was real.

1 hour

“We remind you again, to please patiently wait to be mated on the Main Hall of the premises, thank you for collaborating.”

The female voice said on the speakers, ‘Mated’ ugh, the word even made you want to throw up. After showing your letter to the receptionist you were given a row number that corresponded to a section inside the Main Hall, where you are supposed to wait to be called for before meeting your selected soulmate. With you, there were about another 9 females waiting to be ‘Mated’, Yuck, you barf internally. In the other, you get to see in the other sections girls and guys, some starting conversation with one another, and others refusing to even look up or to engage in small talk. Is there anyone else in my situation? you wonder. There are some employees of the center, dressed in pure white clothing, they remind you of those who work in hospitals or laboratories. What a coincidence, we are all lab rats, oh! the humanity, you muse dramatically. You are the last one of your row, behind your, there is a  line of armchairs ( every section has them), where you take sit. Exhaling deeply you mindlessly arrange your clothes, the blue sigil laying on your lap. Back home, after taking a shower, you chose your outfit before you marched to the center, skinny jeans, a loose white blouse and some comfortable sneakers- since, you knew you were gonna be waiting or standing for a long time. You are not sure on why you decide to arrive an hour before to the center, maybe it was just part of your general anxiousness, maybe you just had time to spare, or maybe you felt utterly miserable and want to see how many other miserable faces you’d find once you arrived. Yep, the last one. It hasn’t even been four hours, nay, not an hour had passed before, while you were riding the bus back home, you already starting missing Jungkook. Your brain strongly wanted to just let it go for a little while, the constant running of him through your mind leaving you exhausted; but your heart, your body and even your senses wouldn’t let him go, not even for the slightest of seconds.

Stop it. you warn yourself.

Stop this right now, It will only be worse after this. Woman up.

A small sniff escapes.

Fuck, don't cry. You try to convince yourself, but your tears are impertinent, and will not listen to you.

Fuck. you repeat, cleaning your cheeks with the back of your head.

“Hey”  a soft-spoken male voice calls. “Hey, are you okay?”

You clean your tears, not looking to the owner of said voice “Does it look like I’m okay?” you reply, cutting.

“Sorry,” he says, his voice even lower than before and also apologetic, as if he did you wrong.

“No…” you begin, sniffing again. “No, I’m sorry...I’m a little, over the edge. I’m the one who’s sorry” you explain, looking up.

“No problem,” he half smiles, looking down at his feet shyly. “I just wanted to see if maybe you needed help, or if I should call someone”

“It’s all good.” Yeah right, you roll your eyes, internally.

The newcomer takes sit a little dubious, next to you. On the corner of your eye, you see a hand, handing you a tissue “thanks” you nod, accepting his offering.

“Do you maybe want to talk about what happened?” the man offers.

You shake your head, weakly. “No…”

The man sitting next to you nods, understanding then leans on his site. You eye him, noticing he is well dressed, almost like if he is waiting for being interviewed. You find that a little amusing, since he probably is excited to meet his soulmate and wants them to have a good first impression, you look a little more upwards, reaching his face; his skin glows with a healthy tawny tinge, almost golden, his hair was a dark brown, really pretty and soft looking, his mouth curved slightly, making it look like a constant smile, his eyes a dark brown but with the most beautiful of sparkles on them, the whole picture made him look, smart and dapper.

“Did I over did it a little?” his voice takes you off your trance.

“What?” you ask.

“My outfit” he points to himself “Is it too much? I want to give my soulmate a good first impression” he shrugs flustered.

“It's okay” you shrug back, maybe you look like you didn't care because he purses his lips and nods looking down to his feet uncomfortable. “I mean, I’m sure your soulmate will like it and appreciate you dressed up for them”

He must have liked the answer because, after it, he flashes the most beautiful and endearing smile you ever saw. “Thanks” he replies.

You notice your mouth is curving into a reciprocal same to him, but once you realized it you hawk and hide it again.

“Are you still sad?” he inquires.

You nod, looking to the crowd “A little” you finally confess.

He takes his hand and gingerly places it over your knee “To commit to loving a person for five minutes is easy.” he begins, tapping lightly on your leg “To commit to loving a person for the rest of your life, after you have met them, is a strong commitment. But... when you commit to loving a person before you meet them and for the rest of your life, you have made the strongest commitment one can make to a relationship.”

He nods, no smile, no gentle push, nothing other than his words resonating inside you.  Somehow they comforted you. Where the words comforting, or it was him? You couldn't pin it, but inside you feel the weight of his lines, on how his soft and singsong voice recited those words to you.

“I’m y/n” you managed to say.

He nodded, offering his hand for you to shake “Hoseok”

5  Minutes

The girl in front of you entered the room about 15 minutes before, outside where you stood the walls were gray and depressing, there was a row of seats as well, but they were now empty, you being the only one remaining to be mated. Your heart - unlike you expected- was completely still, and keeps his normal pace. Your eyes fall down to the wrinkled piece of paper you nervously fidget with throughout the day. You tap on the floor, not standing the peaceful ambiance the room had. There is a same gray tone door next to you, once the previous girl is with their time, they open again and you walk through it. You think about him, about Jungkook, and how he would try to fill in the silence if you were together, how he would probably start whistling or singing something. You smile and tap on the floor with your feet to a whatever beat you can think of, the sound of you tapping bouncing on the walls. Your eyes look up, where a small and standard round watch is hanging.

3 Minutes

How would they be like?

Would they enjoy books?

2 minutes

The tick of the clock now takes the foreground. A flash shows you Hoseok, and how nice he was. How very gentleman of him to hand you the tissue for your tears. And how very comforting his kind words were to you.

1 minute

Had he lost someone too?

The door opens

“Please proceed to enter the room” the speaker lady commands.

As you walk through the door you know this is true, and that your previous life is over, you know the change is near and unavoidable. You still think life is unfair and tormenting. But you are strong because you need to be because you want to be strong; because you know that even if it's over, it will never be forgotten.

This love was so pure it would smolder within their hearts for all eternity.

Now you understand.

You enter the room, the door closing behind you. The setting before your eyes was nothing like you had imagined. No white and plain white brick walls, no metal table or chairs, as if you were on and interrogation room, no one-way mirror where they can spy on you like tests subjects, no flickering lights. No. it was a small room, with comfortable recamiers, a little crystal table with clean glasses and some drinks to pour, the walls had an absolutely beautiful wallpaper, rococo style with lovebirds on them, flying or sitting over a twig ( maybe a little too discord with the rest of the room) another door, on the opposite side of the room, with the same symbol as the envelope. And a male figure, sitting with his back to you. You walk to him unwillingly, wanting to reveal once and for all his face. But he hears you and sits up, turning to meet your eyes. Then a gasp coming from your lips.

“Hoseok”

He opens his eyes wide once he sees you, surprised. “y/n” he says your name, softly. “What a pleasant surprise” he smiles at you, little dimples forming at the curve of his lips.

2 Years later

‘We may not all have a soulmate, but we might find someone that we never knew we needed.’

“More Coffee?” the tall girl asks, going out of her mind at the routine.

The sun shines on the page of the book he was reading. “No, thanks” he finally answers, nodding politely. The girl moves forward to the next table, repeating her line. His eyes return to the book on his lap, with the pencil in hand he marks the line of the book, not pressing down the graphite to not leave a mark behind. He smiles and sighs, scratching the back of his head. He was a year away from graduating and still he had trouble on keeping up with his reading, this too often making him fail some tests. The phrase reminds him of her. Of course. He wonders how she is. how her life is going, Is she eating well?,Has she finally stopped crying?, Is she happy? After that day they grew distant. In a way was for the better, Jungkook knew very well he wouldn’t be completely able to see her with someone else. Because he is selfish. He always was when it came to her. He never once felt betrayed after that day. In fact, he saw her once. with him, from a distant while walking down to the gym. They were just walking, not holding hands or in any type of romantic situation, it could've been anyone next to her, but Jungkook knew he was her life companion. And he smiled; Because she was smiling too.

Jungkook reads the line once again, grinning wholeheartedly.