#bts prefences

"Okay," he finally said, his voice steadier than he felt. "But we need to set some ground rules. This is just for show, right? No getting too carried away with the whole 'couple' thing." He tried to sound serious, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward despite himself.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, relief flooding your features. "Of course! Just a little hand-holding, maybe some playful banter. You know, the usual, new couple things."

"Alright then," he said, taking a deep breath to steady himself. "Let’s do this." He stepped closer, closing the distance between you, and instinctively wrapped an arm around your shoulders. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, but you quickly reminded yourself of the gravity of the situation.

"Just remember," he continued, his voice low and serious, "we need to look convincing. So, you might have to lean into it a bit. You know, hold my hand or something."

You swallowed hard, the flutter of nerves mixing with a strange thrill at the thought of being so close to him. "Right, holding hands. Got it." You reached out tentatively, your fingers brushing against his before intertwining. The contact felt electric, and you fought the urge to pull away, instead focusing on the task at hand.

As you walked together, Jin kept his gaze scanning the surroundings, his protective instincts kicking in. You could feel the tension in his posture, the way he subtly shifted to place himself between you and the street. It was both comforting and unnerving the way he took on this role so naturally.

"Just act normal," he murmured, glancing down at you with a reassuring smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "We’re just two people enjoying a day out together."

You nodded, trying to mirror his casual demeanor, but your heart raced as you caught sight of a figure in the distance. The familiar silhouette sent a jolt of panic through you, and you instinctively tightened your grip on Jin’s hand.

"Is that them?" Jin asked, his voice low and tense.

You squinted, trying to make out the features of the person approaching. "I… I think so. I can’t be sure, but it looks like them."

Jin’s expression hardened, and he instinctively pulled you closer, his arm wrapping more securely around your shoulders. "Okay, just keep walking. Look at me, not him."

You turned your gaze up to him, and for a moment, the world around you faded. His eyes were focused and determined, and there was a flicker of something deeper in his expression that made your heart race for an entirely different reason.

You leaned into Jin, your shoulder brushing against his, and he instinctively leaned closer, creating a bubble of intimacy that felt both exhilarating and terrifying. Jin's fingers glided gently across your shoulder, a tender gesture meant to ease the tension of the moment. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a spark of connection that felt both exhilarating and comforting.

As the day unfolded, you found yourselves lost in a world where you truly felt like a couple, seamlessly slipping into the familiar rhythm of your shared time together. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over everything, and the gentle breeze carried with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Each moment felt like a stolen treasure, a fleeting glimpse into a life you both longed to explore.

That night, when Jin escorted you to your apartment, you welcomed him inside with a warmth that felt electric. Even though the person who had been stalking you couldn't see you anymore, it didn't stop the two of you from continuing the act. The movie flickered on the screen, but neither of you paid much attention to the plot unfolding before you. Instead, you were lost in each other’s presence, the warmth of his body beside you creating a cocoon of comfort.

Jin’s fingers found their way into your hair, his touch gentle and deliberate, as if he were weaving a spell that drew you closer. You leaned into him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a soothing backdrop to the electric tension that crackled in the air. In that moment, the pretense melted away, leaving only the undeniable connection between you. You both had lost yourselves in the performance, forgetting it was merely a charade. Yet, the spark between you made it clear that neither of you wished to bring it to an end.

Yoongi

"Yoongi, please! Will you pretend to be my boyfriend? I need my shitty ex to see that I've moved on!" you pleaded, desperation lacing your voice. The words tumbled out in a rush, fueled by the anxiety that had been building inside you ever since you had run into your ex last week.

"Why would I do that? We're not exactly friends," he replied, raising an eyebrow, his tone laced with skepticism. You had to admit he was right; your relationship was more of a casual nod than anything deeper. You had shared mutual friends and exchanged a couple of polite smiles, and that was about it.

"Because I know how much you hate my ex, and you'd never pass up an opportunity to ruin their day!!" You watched as he considered your words, his gaze piercing and thoughtful. You could see the gears turning in his mind, weighing the pros and cons of your outrageous proposal.

"Touché," he finally said, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. The corners of his mouth twitched upward, and for a moment, you thought you might have actually convinced him. "Alright, but just for a short time. I'm a busy guy," he replied, and your heart fluttered with excitement as you expressed your gratitude repeatedly.

It had become a natural occurrence for you both to gravitate towards each other whenever you were near. Yoongi, with his quiet demeanor, rarely sought the spotlight, yet there were undeniable hints of your connection. He had a way of reaching out, whether it was a gentle hand resting on your back or his fingers lightly grazing yours, each touch a soft whisper of the bond you shared, understated yet profoundly intimate.

As the days turned into weeks rumors were definitely going around that the two of you were together. Surrounded by friends, his affection for you became increasingly apparent, manifesting in the little things that made your heart flutter. He held your hand while standing, wrapped his arms around you, and when seated, his arm rested casually behind your chair. Each gesture sent your heart racing, leaving you breathless and delightfully flustered. It was a small act, but it spoke volumes about his desire to be near you, to claim you in a way that was both possessive and affectionate.

"All night, he's had his eyes on you," Yoongi murmured softly, his breath warm against your ear. The intimate proximity sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a spark of excitement that you hadn’t anticipated. You followed his gaze, your heart sinking as you spotted your ex, a shadow lurking in the background, observing the connection you shared with Yoongi. His presence was like a dark cloud hovering over what should have been a carefree evening, a reminder of past heartaches that you thought you had buried.

You hadn’t even realized he was there, your heart racing solely from the electric moments unfolding between you and Yoongi. The way he leaned in closer, the way his fingers brushed against your arm, ignited a warmth that spread through you, momentarily drowning out the anxiety that your ex's gaze stirred within. You tried to focus on the laughter and the music that surrounded you, but the weight of that familiar stare was hard to shake off.

Despite your efforts to remind yourself that this was merely an act, the line between reality and pretense began to blur, making it increasingly difficult to hold onto that thought. Every shared glance with Yoongi felt genuine, every playful tease igniting a flicker of something deeper within you. You could feel the chemistry crackling in the air, a magnetic pull that drew you closer to him, yet the shadow of your past loomed large, threatening to overshadow the moment.

"Ignore him," Yoongi said, his voice low and soothing as if he could sense the turmoil brewing inside you. "He doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is right here, right now." His words wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, and you found yourself leaning into him, seeking solace in the moment.

Your heart raced at his declaration, an undeniable spark igniting within you. The air around you felt charged, electric, as if the very atmosphere was holding its breath in anticipation. As you met his gaze, uncertainty clouded your thoughts—was this genuine or merely a performance? The intensity in his eyes was both thrilling and terrifying, a magnetic pull that drew you closer even as doubt whispered in the back of your mind.

He seemed to sense your inner turmoil, a playful smirk dancing across his lips, as if he reveled in the effect he had on you. "Difficult to believe this is just a show, isn't it?" he teased, his voice low and inviting, laced with a hint of mischief. You found yourself nodding in silent agreement, your heart pounding in your chest. The way he looked at you, with such intensity and warmth, made it hard to dismiss the possibility that there was something real beneath the surface.

"Perhaps it’s more than that," he murmured, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent shivers down your spine. He leaned in closer, the world around you fading into a blur as he captured your lips in a kiss. It was soft at first, a gentle exploration that sent waves of warmth cascading through you. You could feel the tension of the moment dissolve, replaced by a rush of emotions that you had been trying to suppress.

As his lips moved against yours, you felt a sense of surrender, as if all your doubts and fears melted away in that single, electrifying moment. The kiss deepened, igniting a fire within you that you hadn’t realized was there, a longing that had been waiting for the right spark to set it ablaze. You lost yourself in the taste of him, the way he held you as if you were the most precious thing in the world, and for a fleeting moment, everything else faded into insignificance.

Hoseok

You and Hoseok shared an unbreakable bond, doing everything together whenever he wasn't caught up in his own world. From spontaneous late-night drives to binge-watching your favorite shows, your friendship was a tapestry woven with laughter, shared secrets, and countless memories. So, when you stumbled upon the news that your favorite café was giving away free drinks to couples on Valentine's Day, a playful idea sparked in your mind.

How difficult could it be to act like a couple for a day? The thought danced in your head, igniting a thrill of excitement. After all, you and Hoseok had always had a natural chemistry, a rhythm that felt effortless. You often joked about how you were practically soulmates in friendship, so why not take it a step further, even if just for a day?

You could already picture it: the two of you walking hand in hand, stealing glances at each other, and sharing sweet treats while basking in the warmth of the café's cozy atmosphere. The idea seemed innocent enough, a delightful adventure waiting to unfold. You could already hear Hoseok's laughter ringing in your ears as you imagined his reaction to your proposal.

The next day, you decided to bring it up. You found him lounging on the couch, his hair tousled and a playful grin on his face as he scrolled through his phone. “Hey, Hoseok,” you began, trying to keep your tone casual, "What do you think about pretending to be a couple for Valentine’s Day? The café is giving away free drinks to couples.”

His eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, you worried he might think you were being serious. But then, a mischievous smile spread across his face, and you knew you had him hooked. “Free drinks? Count me in!” he exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious.

As the day approached, you both began to plan your little charade. You picked out matching outfits—something cute yet comfortable, a reflection of your playful personalities. Hoseok suggested you both wear heart-shaped accessories, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of him sporting a bright red headband with ears.

On Valentine’s Day, you met at the café, your heart racing with anticipation. The atmosphere was buzzing with love, couples exchanging gifts and sweet nothings. You and Hoseok walked in, hand in hand, and the barista raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile creeping onto her face. “What can I get for the cute couple?"

You exchanged a glance with Hoseok, and he leaned in closer, whispering, “Let’s get something sweet and extra cheesy.”

You both ordered heart-shaped lattes and a slice of red velvet cake to share. As you settled into a cozy corner, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth enveloping you. The café was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of soft music playing in the background.

“Okay, so what’s the plan now, boyfriend?” you asked, playfully nudging him with your shoulder.

Hoseok grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “How about we take some cute couple selfies? You know, to document our love story?”

You laughed, pulling out your phone. “Alright, but only if we can do some silly poses!” The two of you spent the next half hour snapping pictures, striking ridiculous poses, and making each other laugh until your sides hurt.

It quickly turned into a delightful routine for the two of you. Every weekend, you would embark on little adventures, seeking out charming cafes and cozy restaurants that offered complimentary treats for couples. With each new place you discovered, you slipped into the role of a couple with playful ease, sharing laughter over decadent desserts and clinking glasses filled with sparkling beverages. The atmosphere was always light and filled with joy, as you exchanged teasing banter and playful glances that lingered just a moment too long.

Yet, as the days passed, you couldn't shake the feeling that these outings were evolving into something deeper. The way your hands brushed against each other while reaching for the same pastry sent shivers down your spine, and the warmth of their laughter wrapped around you like a comforting blanket. Each shared moment blurred the lines between mere friendship and the blossoming of something beautifully romantic.

It was an ordinary weekend when everything changed. You and Hobi found yourselves at a club with enticing half-priced drinks, and before long, you were both delightfully intoxicated. As you stumbled into your apartment later that night, passion ignited, and your lips collided with his in a fervent kiss.

The air was thick with unspoken tension, and before you knew it, your lips collided with his in a fervent kiss. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring you to this moment, where everything else faded into the background. The taste of his lips was intoxicating, and you felt a rush of warmth spread through you, igniting a fire that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

You explored each other with a sense of urgency, hands roaming and bodies pressing together as if trying to merge into one. The world outside ceased to exist; it was just the two of you, lost in a whirlwind of desire and longing. The music from the club still echoed faintly in your ears, but it was drowned out by the sound of your heartbeats, racing in sync with the thrill of the moment.

Pulling away just enough to catch your breath, you looked into his eyes, searching for clarity amidst the haze of passion. "Hoseok… what are we doing?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

His reply came softly, yet it resonated deeply within you. "What couples do," he said, his gaze steady and sincere. In that moment, everything clicked into place. The laughter, the shared glances, the unspoken connection that had been building between you—it all made sense. You realized that this was more than just a fleeting moment of passion; it was the beginning of something beautiful, something that felt right.

Namjoon

You sprawled across Namjoon's couch in his studio, the soft fabric cradling you as you poured out your heart about life's troubles. The walls were adorned with soundproofing panels and scattered with instruments, a creative chaos that felt oddly comforting. Namjoon sat nearby, his fingers dancing over the keys of a keyboard, lost in the world of melodies and harmonies. He half-listened, nodding occasionally, but his focus was clearly on crafting something new, something that would resonate with the world.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of your thoughts pressing down on you. "I just don’t know anymore, Namjoon. It feels like everyone around me is moving forward, and I’m just… stuck," you confessed, your voice tinged with frustration. He glanced up, his brow furrowing slightly, but then his attention drifted back to the notes he was weaving together, a gentle hum escaping his lips as he tried to capture the essence of what he was feeling.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed, breaking the moment. You reached for it, curiosity piqued, and your heart sank a little as you saw the name of a friend lighting up the screen. It was an invitation to yet another party, the kind that promised laughter, dancing, and the usual crowd of familiar faces. You sighed dramatically, the sound echoing in the quiet studio, contemplating the idea of attending.

It wasn’t that you disliked their company; in fact, you cherished the moments spent with them. But lately, their sympathetic glances had begun to grate on your nerves, each one a reminder of your single status. It felt as if you were a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit, a charity case rather than a friend. You could almost hear the unspoken words in their eyes: “Oh, poor you, still single.” The thought made your stomach twist uncomfortably.

Namjoon paused, finally looking up from his work, sensing the shift in your mood. "What’s wrong?" he asked, his voice gentle yet curious. You hesitated, unsure if you wanted to share the turmoil brewing inside you. But there was something about his presence, the way he always seemed to understand without judgment, that made you want to open up.

"Just got invited to another party," you admitted, your voice laced with a hint of bitterness. "I don’t know if I want to go. It’s like every time I’m there, I’m reminded of how alone I am."

Namjoon set the keyboard aside, his full attention now on you. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his expression serious yet understanding. “I get it,” he said softly. “It’s hard to watch everyone else chase their dreams while you feel like you’re standing still. But you have to remember that everyone’s journey is different. Just because it looks like they’re moving forward doesn’t mean you’re not making progress in your own way.”

"Come with me," you urged, sitting up with a hopeful glint in your eyes. He arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "Please, please, please be my date for the party- I always go alone and people have started whispering behind my back about how they feel bad for me…"

"Y/n," he sighed, massaging his temples, "is this yet another one of your plans?" The weariness in his voice hinted at his reluctance.

"Please! Just for tonight, just play along!" you pleaded, and though the thought of it didn't thrill him, he couldn't fathom denying you anything. And so, with a resigned smile, he found himself at the party, your hand intertwined with his, feeling the warmth of your presence beside him.

He glanced around, taking in the scene with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The party was in full swing, and while he had initially been hesitant, the sight of you beaming with enthusiasm made his heart soften. Your eyes sparkled with mischief, and he couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly you drew people in.

“Just one dance,” he conceded, his voice barely audible over the thumping bass. You beamed at him, your smile lighting up your face, and he felt a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the crowded room.

As you led him to the makeshift dance floor, he felt a flutter of nerves. He wasn’t the type to let loose in front of others, but the way you looked at him, full of hope and excitement, made him want to try. You swayed to the rhythm, your movements fluid and carefree, and he found himself mirroring you, albeit a bit stiffly at first.

“See? This isn’t so bad!” you laughed, twirling away from him before spinning back, your hair flying around you like a halo. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your infectious joy, and slowly, he began to relax.

He suddenly understood that it wasn't the lively party that captivated him, but rather the moments spent with you. As he enveloped you in his embrace, you felt warmth spread through you, your heart racing as you gazed up at him, eyes sparkling with surprise. "I just want to make it clear that you're not single anymore," he teased, a playful grin on his face, causing your cheeks to heat up. Despite the fact that it was your suggestion and he had his doubts, it was you who found yourself blushing in the midst of it all.

"Are you sure about that?" you managed to tease back, your voice barely above a whisper, but the playful challenge in your tone was unmistakable. You wanted to see how he would respond, to gauge the depth of his feelings, and to revel in the thrill of this new chapter unfolding before you.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin, and you could feel the tension building, a delicious anticipation hanging in the air. "Absolutely," he replied, his voice low and confident, sending shivers down your spine. "I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life."

Jimin

"Did you really need to mention that your boyfriend hits the gym weekly? I don’t quite match that image, you know!" Jimin grumbled, his brow furrowing in frustration. He had willingly taken on the role of your boyfriend, but the pressure of living up to an ideal was starting to weigh on him. The thought of your parents scrutinizing him, comparing him to their expectations, made him feel like he was under a spotlight.

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a smile at his dramatic tone. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't have your exact description in mind when I was making up the guy so they'd stop asking invasive questions." you shot back, your voice laced with playful sarcasm. "Now, at least try to act like you like me until we both can leave,."

As you approached your parents' house, the familiar sight of the white picket fence and blooming flower beds brought a mix of nostalgia and anxiety. You could feel the tension in the air, thick enough to cut with a knife. Jimin walked beside you, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his shoulders slightly hunched as if bracing for impact.

"Look, I know my parents can be a bit much," you continued, trying to lighten the mood. "But they mean well. They just want to know who I’m dating, so just be yourself." You shot him a teasing glance, trying to gauge his reaction.

He assured you with a confident smile, "I’ll win them over," just before stepping into your family home. A flutter of nerves danced in your stomach, but Jimin effortlessly transformed into the perfect boyfriend. He greeted your parents with warmth and grace, skillfully navigating their inquiries about him and your relationship, which he painted as a beautiful love story.

As the evening unfolded, you watched in awe as he charmed your family with his genuine laughter and easygoing demeanor. He listened intently to your father’s stories, nodding and responding with thoughtful questions that made your dad beam with pride. Your mother, initially skeptical, found herself drawn in by Jimin’s sincerity and the way he spoke about you with such admiration.

Throughout the evening, he showered you with attention, pulling out your chair with a flourish, holding your hand tenderly as if it were the most precious thing in the world, and gently tucking your hair behind your ear as you spoke, making you feel cherished and adored.

As dinner progressed, he engaged in light-hearted banter with your siblings, making them laugh with his playful jokes and infectious energy. You could see the walls of formality crumbling, replaced by a sense of warmth and camaraderie. Jimin’s ability to connect with everyone in the room was nothing short of magical.

When dessert arrived, he leaned closer, whispering sweet nothings that made your heart race. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, a comforting presence that made the world outside fade away. As your parents exchanged glances, you could tell they were beginning to see what you saw in him—a kind soul with a heart full of love.

As the evening drew to a close, Jimin stood up to help clear the table, his willingness to pitch in further endearing him to your family. You caught your mother’s approving nod and your father’s satisfied smile, and a wave of relief washed over you. Maybe, just maybe, Jimin had been right all along.

As you walked him to the door, he turned to you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “See? I told you I’d win them over,” he said. That night, he had captivated not only your parents but also your heart. As you strolled down the street, hand in hand, the warmth of his grip felt electric, even after leaving your parents' house. Jimin's playful smirk danced across his face, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Looks like I've charmed you as well," he teased, causing a delightful blush to spread across your cheeks. "I guess I make a pretty great boyfriend, don't I?"

Taehyung

"I'm auditioning next month for the love interest in a new drama they're making, but I've never been in a relationship before… Can you tell me what it's like? or actually, show me, it'll be easier."

A week ago, you approached Taehyung with the idea of pretending to date, and since then, he has been unveiling the sweet intricacies of a relationship that you never anticipated. What started as a lighthearted proposal has blossomed into something far more enchanting. From the very first playful text he sent, filled with emojis and inside jokes, you felt a spark that ignited a sense of excitement within you.

As the days passed, those texts evolved into late-night calls that stretched into the early hours, where laughter echoed through the phone and secrets were shared like precious treasures. Each conversation revealed layers of his personality that you hadn’t fully appreciated before—his wit, his kindness, and the way he effortlessly made you feel at ease.

Every moment spent together has transformed into a charming adventure, filled with delightful dates that seem to be pulled straight from a romantic movie. Whether it’s wandering through a local market, sharing ice cream on a sunny afternoon, or cozying up in a café with steaming cups of coffee, each outing is infused with a sense of joy and spontaneity.

You find yourselves exploring new places, trying out quirky activities, and creating memories that feel genuine, despite the pretense. The way he looks at you, with a mix of mischief and sincerity, makes your heart flutter. You can’t help but notice the little things—how he remembers your favorite snacks, the way he playfully nudges you when you laugh too loudly, and the warmth of his presence that makes even the simplest moments feel special.

As the week unfolds, you begin to wonder if this charade is becoming something more than just a practice for auditions. The lines between pretend and reality blur, and you find yourself cherishing the time spent together, eagerly anticipating the next adventure. With each passing day, the sweet intricacies of this faux relationship weave themselves into the fabric of your life, leaving you both enchanted and slightly bewildered by the depth of connection that has formed.

It was you who first mentioned the idea of kissing, playfully suggesting that you needed some practice before the audition, yet deep down, your heart yearned for the taste of his lips. The words had slipped out in a lighthearted tone, but the truth was that the thought of kissing Taehyung had been dancing in your mind for far too long. After all this time, how could you resist? The chemistry between you was undeniable, a magnetic pull that seemed to draw you together with an intensity that left you breathless.

Taehyung didn’t hesitate; he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. The moment felt electric, as if the world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you suspended in time. What began as a gentle peck quickly transformed into something deeper, a passionate exchange that ignited a fire between you. His lips were soft and warm, and as they moved against yours, you felt a rush of emotions flooding through you—excitement, longing, and a sense of belonging that you had never experienced before.

With every lingering moment, the kiss deepened, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body, pulling you closer. Your hands found their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as you leaned into him, craving more. Taehyung responded in kind, his hands resting on your waist, drawing you nearer as if he wanted to erase any distance that had ever existed between you.

The kiss was a dance, a rhythm that felt both familiar and exhilaratingly new. You could taste the sweetness of his breath, mingling with the warmth of his skin, and it sent shivers down your spine. It was as if every moment leading up to this had been a prelude, building anticipation until it finally erupted into this beautiful, chaotic symphony of emotions.

As you pulled away, breathless and wide-eyed, you searched his gaze for answers. The playful banter had transformed into something profound, and you could see the reflection of your own feelings mirrored in his eyes. There was a spark there, a shared understanding that this was just the beginning of something extraordinary. The audition, the practice, the teasing—it all faded into the background as you realized that what you had just shared was far more significant than any performance could ever be.

"You better not kiss them like that on set," Taehyung teased.

Jungkook

You and Jungkook were the perpetual targets of playful jabs, the youngest in your circle and the only ones who haven't been I a serious relationship. While Jungkook brushed off the teasing with a carefree smile, you felt the weight of it growing heavier. In a moment of inspiration, you proposed a daring plan. "What if we pretend to be a couple? They won’t have anything to tease us about! We already hang out just the two of us all the time, so it won’t even raise eyebrows!" Your heart raced as you tried to persuade him, hoping he would see the brilliance in your idea.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "You really think that will work?" he asked, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. You could see the gears turning in his mind, weighing the pros and cons of your audacious suggestion.

"Absolutely!" you insisted, your enthusiasm bubbling over. "Think about it! We could go on ‘dates’—like grabbing coffee or going to the arcade. It would be fun! Plus, it would give us a chance to mess with our friends a little. Imagine their faces when they realize we’ve been ‘dating’ this whole time!"

He chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. "What if one of us ends up catching feelings?" he teased, a playful smirk dancing on his lips, clearly suggesting that you might be the one to fall for him.

"That’s not going to happen, you idiot," you shot back, nudging him playfully. "Let’s just give it a shot!"

Jungkook leaned back, contemplating your proposal. You could see the wheels turning in his head, and you held your breath, hoping he would agree. After a moment, he finally nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "Alright, let’s do it. But if we’re going to pull this off, we need to be convincing."

Your heart soared at his acceptance, and you felt a rush of excitement. "Yes! We’ll be the best fake couple ever!"

Now, whenever you and Jungkook were hanging out with your friends, the two of you were heavy on the affection for each other. He always found a way to touch you, whether it was a gentle hand resting on your back, or your fingers intertwined, when seated beside each other, his arm draped over your shoulder. The way he leaned in closer, sharing whispers and laughter, created a world that felt exclusive to just the two of you, even amidst the lively chatter of your friends. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, a magnetic pull that drew you closer. His laughter was infectious, and the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at you made your heart flutter. Without uttering a word, you both radiated a love that your friends could sense, making it clear that you were more than just friends.

As the days passed, a tender warmth began to fill the spaces between your moments apart from friends. It was a subtle shift, like the first hints of spring after a long winter, where every shared glance and fleeting touch seemed to carry a weight of unspoken understanding. Whenever you ventured out or shared an experience, Jungkook's hand found yours, a gentle reminder of the bond you were forming. His fingers intertwined with yours felt like a promise, a silent agreement that you were in this together, navigating the delicate dance of friendship and something more.

Those cozy movie and game nights, wrapped in each other's embrace, felt increasingly genuine, as if you were no longer pretending but truly becoming a couple. The laughter that echoed through the room was laced with a deeper intimacy, each joke and playful banter drawing you closer. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body, the way he would lean in just a little closer during the suspenseful scenes, or how his laughter would bubble up, brightening the dim light of the room. It was in those moments that you realized how much you cherished his presence, how every shared smile and lingering gaze was a thread weaving your lives together.

Yet, despite the undeniable connection, both of you hesitated to voice the feelings blossoming in your hearts. It was as if the words were trapped in a delicate web of uncertainty, each of you afraid to disrupt the fragile balance you had created. You would catch Jungkook's eye, and for a heartbeat, the world around you would fade away, leaving just the two of you suspended in a moment that felt both exhilarating and terrifying. The air was thick with unspoken words, and the silence between you was charged with possibility.

Jungkook lounged on the couch, engrossed in a video game, the bright colors of the screen reflecting in his eyes. His fingers danced over the controller with practiced ease, a testament to countless hours spent honing his skills. You lay beside him, your head resting comfortably in his lap, the warmth of his body radiating against you. The rhythmic sound of the game filled the room, but your attention was divided. You absentmindedly scrolled through your phone, flicking through social media feeds and messages, but the urge to engage with him became overwhelming.

"Damn it." With a frustrated sigh, you powered off your device, the screen fading to black as you set it aside. You turned your head to meet his gaze, only to find him smirking knowingly as if he could read your thoughts. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead, and the playful glint in his eyes made your heart skip a beat.

"Just admit that you love me," he teased, his playful grin igniting a flutter in your chest that you couldn't ignore. The way he said it, so casually yet with an underlying sincerity, made your cheeks heat up. You could feel the weight of his gaze, a mix of challenge and affection, and it sent your mind racing.

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat. Instead, you felt a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, betraying your attempt to play it cool. Jungkook chuckled softly, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction.

"Come on," he urged, leaning down slightly, his face just inches from yours. "You know you want to say it."

You rolled your eyes, trying to maintain a facade of indifference, but the warmth of his presence was intoxicating. "Maybe I do," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, the teasing tone in your words not quite masking the truth behind them.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Maybe? That's not a very convincing answer."

You sighed dramatically, knowing you were losing this playful battle. "Fine! I love you, okay?" The words tumbled out, and you felt a rush of vulnerability as you said them.

Jungkook's smirk widened into a full-blown smile, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" You couldn't help but laugh, the sound light and airy, as you nestled deeper into his lap.

"I told you not to go for pinks, Tae. If you still had your car Jungkook wouldn't have to be driving." Namjoon shrugged as he took his seat next to Hoseok, the two youngest boys mirroring his action as they took their places across the table.

"Hey!" Taehyung spoke up, "I told you it was too fucking soon to bring up Rachel like that."

Taehyung's friends let out a collective laugh at the sound of the name he had given the beat-up vehicle, only causing the blond boy to become even more irritable.

"Rachel was my old man's car, I'm in the doghouse till I turn forty." He continued.

Namjoon shrugged, "It's your fault for challenging Min Yoongi to a race."

At Namjoon's words, Taehyung's eyes narrowed into slits, nostrils flaring with disdain.

The name Min Yoongi had always been a sore spot for Taehyung, their dislike for one another reigning back all the way to middle school. It was only a matter of time before one challenged the other.

It all had happened so suddenly; Taehyung and the others had run into Yoongi and his boys at the gas station. All it took was for one slick comment from the Min boy for Taehyung to finally snap, challenging him to a drag race to where the winner got ownership of the loser's car.

"For the record, I only suggested going for pinks because I was pissed and I thought I would take his car." Taehyung defended.

At his friend's words, Hoseok couldn't help but laugh, "Get serious! Min is an asshole but there was no way your hunk of junk would've won against him. His machine is absolute cherry, not to mention to it tears ass on concrete."

"I know, why do you think I jumped at the chance to take his car?" Taehyung pouted bitterly, eyes flickering to Jungkook, "Instead, I lost Rachel and gained a concussion."

Jungkook let out an exasperated, clearly fed up with the topic.

"What did you want me to do? Run over the squirrel?" The youngest pressed. "How was I supposed to know you'd go flying in the windshield like that?"

"Well, shit! Forgive me for not being fucking attached to your car!" Taehyung chided sarcastically causing Hoseok to chuckle.

"That reminds me, you boys hear about those new cars models that are coming with belts?" Namjoon chimed in, changing the subject entirely.

"Belts?" Jungkook questioned, turning away from his bruised best friend entirely.

"Yeah. They're meant to hold you to your seat or something like that."

It was at this point in the conversation that Hoseok had become uninterested; certainly, he was interested in cars but he hadn't managed to catch a wink of sleep last night so he couldn't help but lose concentration, his eyes running lazily over the rest of the diner.

It was surprisingly slow for lunchtime, he noted. Only two other tables seemed to be occupied by the looks of it, both couples eating away at their meals quietly.

Was anyone even working today?

His gaze shifted over to the long counter that sat in the middle of the diner where the staff usually stood, only to pause as he met the eyes of a girl he hadn't noticed when he had first walked in.

Your eyes widened in surprise as the boy caught your stare, quickly looking away as you moved to occupy yourself with folding napkins.

Hoseok furrowed his eyebrows.

You were an employee here, obviously. You wore the usual uniform: a pink and collared button-up dress, the white apron wrapped around your waist embroidered with the diner's name.

However, it wasn't the uniform that confused him, but rather the fact that he had absolutely no clue who you were. Hoseok and the others had been coming to Rosie's for a long time and there wasn't a single face in the staff he didn't know.

The last person to join Rosie's staff had been a girl named Johara who Taehyung had become outrageously infatuated with, but even she had been working here for ages now.

"All I'm saying is car seats with belts on 'em sound ridiculous." A voice argued, bringing Hoseok's attention back to his table.

"Henry Ford seems to disagree." Namjoon replied causing the youngest to raise an eyebrow.

"So what? We're just meant to all start wearing these car belts? That'll never catch on." Jungkook countered.

"Who knows? Maybe these seat belt things will become the new standard for generations to come. Hell, they could be an instrumental part in saving thousands of lives all over the world." Namjoon shrugged nonchalantly as if he had said something as mundane as today's forecast.

The table fell silent as they stared at the tall man, glancing amongst themselves they contemplated his words.

Hoseok took this opportunity to speak, clearing his throat.

"Hey, there's a new waitress standing over at the counter but don't–"

At the mention of a new girl, all three boys turned to look your way, causing Hoseok to physically cringe.

"–all look at her at once." Hoseok continued aimlessly, a frown now present. "Way to keep it cool, boys."

"She's making her way over here."

"Be cool, be cool."

On cue all three boys turned back to face one another, shifting back into more laidback positions.

Curiosity got the best of Hoseok, however, and he glanced over his shoulder to see you making your way over to their table, hands extended out by your sides as you carefully made your way over, bright pink roller-skates on your feet. You reached the boys with a slight wobble, a sheepish smile on your face.

"Cute skates you got there, kitten." Hoseok complimented as soon as you arrived, throwing you entirely off guard.

You could feel heat prickle at your cheeks as you took in the handsome man. His hair was dark and slicked back, a single strand of hair having had fallen down onto his forehead in a way that seemed both effortless and purposeful. You could see the white t-shirt that poked out from underneath his leather jacket and you could feel the way you lost grip on all thoughts other than him.

Hoseok cocked his head at the sight of you standing there looking flustered, a small chuckle falling from his lips.

"Cat got your tongue?" He teased, cocking up an eyebrow.

Suddenly remembering that you were meant to be doing a job, you snapped back into reality, clearing your throat as you tried to ignore the amused looks the four men wore.

"S-Sorry." You apologized through a forced laugh.

You didn't mean to be this awkward; you had always been somewhat shy and the fact that these men happened to be as attractive as they were certainly didn't make things any easier for you.

When you first saw the boys enter the diner clad in their cuffed jeans and slicked-back hair, you nearly contemplated going back into the storage room to ask one of your coworkers to serve them instead. But seeing as they were on break and one of the boys had already seen you staring, you knew you had to go ahead and serve them.

"Good afternoon, my name is Y/N and I'll be your server for today." You told them politely, reciting the words Rosie had had you memorize on your first day.

"Why? Where's Juliet?" Taehyung spoke bluntly, causing your eyebrows to furrow slightly.

The sound of a foot shoving itself into a shin rang out from underneath the table, causing the blonde boy to cry out.

"Ow, fuck's sake!" Taehyung hissed lowly.

"Ignore Taehyung, he hasn't quite figured out how to open his mouth and not sound like an ass yet." Namjoon explained calmly, ignoring the glare that Taehyung was burning into the side of his face. "We're regulars and Juliet is our usual waitress. It's nothing against you, he was just surprised."

"Taehyung." You thought out loud, the name sounding familiar.

"Yeah?" The blond boy responded causing you to jump.

You hadn't meant to say your thoughts out loud. You had remembered that your coworker Johara had specifically mentioned a boy by the name Taehyung on your first day, pleading for you to warn her when he came in.

"Oh, no. Sorry! I just— a coworker, um, mentioned you ." You admitted hesitantly.

At your words, Taehyung's eyes lit up.

"Really? Was it Johara? Is she here?" Taehyung questioned excitedly.

Your mouth opened and closed, knowing you shouldn't have said anything but not knowing how to fix this.

"Oh, uh, I don't–"

The sound of the storage room door swinging open cut your sentence short and sent all heads turning in its direction. The person of interest turned out to be the very co-worker in question, a pink bubble of gum pushing past Johara's painted lips.

Her head turned towards the crowd of eyes that were fixed on her, her bubble popping as she saw Taehyung.

Rolling her eyes, she peeled her eyes off of all of you,  making her way over to the counter.

"Excuse me, ladies, my lady love awaits." Taehyung sang happily, slipping out from booth to walk over to Johara.

You let out a sigh, "Crap, I was supposed to warn her."

"Warn her?"

"Warn her if saw Taehyung, yeah." You admitted causing the three remaining boys to laugh.

"Poor kid. Ain't that a bite." Hoseok smirked and suddenly you became aware of the way the man's eyes had yet to leave your face. You cleared your throat.

"So, what can I get you all?"

You did your best to take the boys' orders, hands shaking slightly as you wrote down onto your notepad. The boys were polite enough but you still couldn't shake your nerves, especially with the way the boy you had overheard being called Hoseok kept looking at you.

As you retreated back towards the kitchen, Taehyung made his way back over to his table, a sour pout on his lips.

"Hey, nosebleed. How'd it go with your lover?" Jungkook mused.

"What's it to ya?" Taehyung snapped back, causing the table to let out a round of Ooo's.

It wasn't a surprise that Johara had shut down Taehyung's advances, she wasn't subtle in her disinterest after all. However, Taehyung was nothing if not blindly persistent.

"It's okay, Tae. You can't win 'em all." Hoseok reassured.

"He can't win any of them..." Jungkook added lowly, covering the comment with a strategic cough.

Taehyung glared at the youngest boy, "You're cruisin' for a bruisin', you know that right?"

"Bet he'd lose that fight too." Namjoon added slickly.

Jungkook let out an amused laugh at the older boy's comment, only to be cut short as Taehyung trapped him into a headlock, digging his fist into the top of his head.

"Come on! Let go! That wasn't even me that time!" Jungkook protested, shoving an elbow into Taehyung's ribs in an attempt to free himself of the blond's grip.

"Sorry to interrupt," You spoke up suddenly, appearing suddenly. "I have your drinks."

Taehyung quickly let go of the now disgruntled looking boy, smiling at you politely as you reached over to place their drinks in front of them.

The boys were quick to begin drinking but Hoseok was far too enthralled with the way your hair had been suddenly put up into a messy ponytail to bother reaching for his.

Namjoon was the first to notice Hoseok's interest in you, straw in his mouth as he observed the way his friend's eyes followed you even after you walked away from the table.

"You like her, Hobi?" Namjoon asked.

Hoseok fought off a smirk, thinking back on how flustered you had gotten when he had first caught your eyes, "She's cute."

"Go and get her, stud." Namjoon offered, clapping a hand onto the back of Hoseok's shoulder encouragingly.

"Yeah?"

"Why not? Your day can't end up any worse than Taehyung's," Jungkook offered, "he's got a bruised ego and eye."

"You're the one who gave me the shiner, dumbnuts." Taehyung quipped immediately, turning to Jungkook angrily as Namjoon laughed.

Hoseok didn't have time to catch Jungkook's reply as he already up on his feet and making his way over to where you stood behind the counter cleaning the milkshake station.

"Y/N, right?" He began as he reached you, causing you to squeak in surprise.

You had been too busy wiping up spilled chocolate milk to notice that the leather-clad boy had plopped down onto one of the many cushioned stools as he watched you with interest.

"Y-Yeah!" You replied shakily, grabbing a napkin as you began to dry your hands.

"I don't bite, you know."

You blinked in confusion, "I'm sorry?"

"You just seem like you're afraid of me or something." Hoseok pointed out causing your eyes to widen.

"No, no! It's not you! Really! I'm just really awkward around attractive people." You explained without thinking, immediately wishing you could disappear into the ground.

Hoseok's shit-eating grin that followed your words only solidified your shame.

"Well, in that case, I'm flattered." He mused.

The hem of your apron was in your hands, abused by your nervous tugging as you offered him a shy smile.

"Oh, did you want a milkshake?" You asked, realizing he probably came over for a reason.

"If that'll buy me more time to talk to you then sure." He shrugged easily.

Staring at the handsome man, your stomach did a flip as you realized exactly what he meant by that.

"Of course, you could always agree to go out with me and that'd give us loads of time to talk." He continued causing a nervous laugh to slip past your lips.

You were flattered.

Really, you were. And a large part of you was happy that he had asked you out. The only trouble was the moment you had first left the boys table, Johara had gone out of her way to explain to you just exactly who the group of boys were.

She had attended high school with them and as far as she knew, their reputations had held up even past graduation. They were trouble, she had told you. They were exactly the kind of guys your parents often warned you about; dirty troublemakers that would start fights needlessly, sleep around with the neighborhood's daughters as they danced along obscenely to rock n' roll.

Your own high school was home to the same kind of boys after all and you had seen the way they had wiggled their way into your friends' pants, only to forget all about them the next day.

And as much as you felt awful for assuming anything of Hoseok, you knew you'd just make a fool of yourself if you agreed to go out with him. The farthest you had gone with a guy was a sloppy ten-second make-out session prompted on by a juvenile game of spin the bottle.

"Ah, I'm sorry... I'm probably not the kind of girl you'd be interested in."

Hoseok furrowed his eyebrows.

"Uh... What?"

The sheer look of confusion on Hoseok's face almost made you open your mouth to retract your statement, but you continued on.

"You and your friends kind of have a... reputation." You explained.

"Huh." He mused dryly, further furrowing his eyebrows. "And that would be?"

You bit down on your bottom lip, unsure of how frank to be.

"That you guys are trouble and don't treat girls the way you should. You know... wham, bam, thank you ma'am kind of guys."

At your words, Hoseok's expression dropped, an unreadable one taking its place.

"I'm just not the kind of girl that can go along with that. I'm sorry." You apologized quietly.

Hoseok stared at you for a moment.

It wasn't what you said that bothered him, it was the fact that he couldn't deny it. He fooled around a lot and probably had a list of fathers who hated him and while he really didn't care, sitting across from you as you stood in your pink skates and waitress uniform, he couldn't help but feel as if he had been reprimanded. He almost felt... embarrassed.

As much as he wanted to give you a reason to go out with him, he just couldn't.

He didn't let himself dwell on the fact for too long, however, tucking his hands into his jacket's pockets.

"Don't be. It's cool." He shrugged nonchalantly.

For a second, you worried that you might have offended him, but his laidback disposition convinced you otherwise.

"I'll see you around, Y/N." Hoseok offered you a small close-lipped smile to which you responded with one of your own, eyes following as he hopped off the stool and made his way back over to his table.

Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jungkook were all in their own conversations when Hoseok slid back into the booth, their conversation fading out at the sight of his return.

"Well?" Namjoon pressed when Hoseok remained quiet.

Hoseok had been in his thoughts from the moment he left your side and hadn't even noticed the way his three friends were all staring at him expectedly.

He leaned back into his seat, "Oh. Nah."

"No way." Taehyung gaped in disbelief.

"You struck out too?!" Jungkook chimed in.

Hoseok let out a small laugh, trying to brush off their disbelief, "She said she knew about our reputation or whatever. Wasn't interested."

"Damn. We've been here for 30 minutes. Word sure does travel fast, huh?" Jungkook added with a laugh.

The table fell silent for a few beats, Hoseok's heavy mood tangible.

"Hey, don't sweat it, Daddy-o!" Taehyung spoke up finally, taking on a playful tone. "She was probably a real square anyway. You're better off."

"Yeah man, she's like a baby deer, she could hardly stand on her own two feet." Jungkook noted.

Namjoon knew the two youngest were just trying to cheer Hoseok up but he knew his best friend well enough to know his smiles in return were merely surface level.

"Yeah." Hoseok replied monotonously, letting his eyes fall across the room to where you were stood in front of another table of customers, notepad in hand and a polite smile on your pretty face.

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A week had gone by since that fateful day that Hoseok asked you out. After that shot to his ego, he swore to himself he wouldn't spend another moment dwelling on the new girl working at Rosie's. He told himself he'd spend his time with his boys fixing up his car, maybe hitting up a former flame or two if he found himself bored enough.

All he knew was that he certainly wouldn't spend his days moping about and hung up on some chick he hardly knew that wouldn't give him the time of day.

So imagine his frustration as he found himself standing in Rosie's parking lot, heart in his throat as he leaned up against the side of his red Ford Thunderbird, waiting for the diner to finally close and for you to walk out.

Try as he might, he couldn't shake you from his mind. He wasn't entirely sure what he was planning on saying to you although he had practiced several different speeches in his head, but he knew he'd go crazy if he didn't at least try one last time. For the first time ever, Hoseok could sympathize with Taehyung and his hopeless attempts at getting the girl he liked to go out with him.

You were sat at a random table inside the diner, slipping a foot into one of your cherished sneakers, your feet thoroughly appreciating the non-wheeled shoes you changed into once the day was done. You could hear your coworkers chatting conversationally as the three of them laughed about something a customer had said today.

You weren't as familiar with your coworkers Alice and Thea as you were with Johara but in the short time you had worked beside them, you had grown to like them.

"Would you want to join, Y/N?" Alice's voice spoke up suddenly, catching your attention.

"Oh, I'm sorry! What was that?" You apologized causing your coworker to laugh.

"I asked if you'd like to come over for dinner. We usually have a ladies night at my apartment and we'd love it if you joined." Alice offered politely.

Your eyes quickly flickered over to Johara, wondering if it was really alright to intrude on your coworkers' plans like this. You hadn't known them for more than a week but the idea of getting to know them over a warm meal sounded like a pleasant one.

"Are you sure?" You turned back towards Alice after Johara sent you a nod.

"Yeah, it'll be fun! We always have a blast. Don't we, girls?" Alice chimed.

"Loads!" Thea assured.

Johara let out a hum in agreement and smirked, "Food, wine and complaining about men. Can't get much better than that."

A collective giggle broke out between the girls and you felt yourself start to grow excited. You hadn't gotten a chance to properly make friends since first moving into town and this was as good an opportunity as any.

"In that case, why not? Sounds fun!"

The four of you made your way out of the diner eagerly, talking amongst yourselves as you tried to decide what food you were all in the mood for. Thea had been in the middle of pitching her suggestion of hash and corn fritters when Alice let out a noise of surprise.

"Isn't that that Hoseok boy?" She observed, causing everyone to turn to where she was looking.

Your heart did a flip as you realized that standing in the parking lot was the same boy who had asked you out, his familiar leather jacket illuminated by the light of a nearby lamppost that cascaded down on him.

"He's holding a rose." Thea added.

"How romantic!" Alice gushed. "What is he doing here?"

"Oh, crap." You gaped, face growing warm.

Alice and Thea turned to you automatically, interests suddenly piqued.

"Whaddya mean by that? Is he here for you?" Alice's eyes widened, looking far too excited about this whole situation.

You turned away from where Hoseok stood, heart fluttering with the way he was looking over at you, rose in hand and bottom lip tucked away in his mouth.

"He... asked me out last week."

Alice and Thea let out small noises in surprise, matching grins falling onto their face. You shook your head quickly.

"I told him no, though!" You told them.

Alice furrowed her brow and tutted, "Now why'd you do that?"

"Because she's got a brain that works." Johara spoke up finally, rolling her eyes.

Alice let out a huff, pointing a polished finger at the younger girl.

"You shush." She reprimanded, "You can't be trusted when it comes to boy problems. You think men are pigs."

"That's because men are pigs." Johara stated matter-of-factly, crossing her arms as she raised a brow stubbornly.

"Go on, Y/N. Don't leave the poor guy waiting. Go see what he wants." Thea nudged your shoulder, pulling your attention away from your bickering co-workers.

Glancing over your shoulder, you bit down on your lip. Thea was right. You should go see what Hoseok wanted and at least hear him out. Sending her a nod, you began to make your way over to him, nerves rising up your throat.

Hoseok let out a breath at the sight of you walking over to him. For a moment, he was afraid you were going to ignore him altogether and continue on your way home. He had absolutely no idea what he'd do if you left him standing here– actually, he had no idea what he'd do now with you on your way over to him.

Hoseok let his eyes fall onto the rose in his hand, trying to grab ahold of just one the millions of thoughts that were running across his mind right now.

You reached Hoseok in a matter of seconds, pausing in front of him as you crossed your arms across your chest, the cold night nipping at your bare arms.

"Hi." You breathed finally, Hoseok's eyes flickering up to meet yours.

You looked about as nervous as he felt but lovely all the same, your hair was pinned back neatly this time, unlike the messy ponytail he had first seen you sport.

"Um... this is for you." Hoseok began, extending the flower out to you awkwardly.

The side of your mouth twitched up slightly, finding the gesture oddly endearing. You took the rose from his hand before turning your attention back to him.

"Right so," Hoseok cleared his throat, shifting slightly, "I'm not any good with this cheesy romantic stuff."

"You're doing alright so far." You teased lightly. Hoseok shook his head.

"No, really. I thought I oughta buy you a whole bouquet of roses but when I got to the flower shop I realized I couldn't afford it so I just stole a rose when the vendor wasn't looking." He admitted with a frown.

A surprised laugh slipped from your lips. You weren't expecting such blunt honesty, especially not paired with the way Hoseok currently resembled a puppy that had been caught doing something they shouldn't have been doing.

At the sound of your laughter, the sides of Hoseok's mouth curled upwards. It was a pretty sound and it was just enough to encourage him to continue talking.

"In fact, everything you've heard about me is probably true. I'm not someone who takes things seriously. And I'm probably not the kind of guy you're looking for."

Hoseok paused for a moment before letting out a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck, "I don't know where I'm going with this. Man, I really am shit at this stuff."

There was something about Hoseok's candidness that was understatedly charming, you decided. The moment you had seen him standing outside with a rose in hand like some romance film protagonist, you were expecting a long-winded speech about how he secretly longed for love and stability– that there was more to him than leather jackets and trouble. You liked that he was honest with you, even if it didn't paint him in the most positive light.

"What are you asking, Hoseok?" You asked softly, holding his gaze.

Hoseok let out a sigh, "I'm asking for a chance. I can't give you a reason why you should give me one. I'm not sure what will come from it, and I can't promise I'm the best guy for you but if you can somehow overlook all that then I'd like to take you out to a movie tonight."

You brought your free hand up to your neck, letting your fingers wrapped themselves around the chain of your necklace. You made the decision to reject Hoseok so easily last week, but now, for whatever reason, with him standing here in front of you once more you weren't sure what to say.

Hoseok stared at you, your silent contemplation slightly dissolving his nerve.

"No funny business. Just a date where we get to know each other. If that's what you want." Hoseok placed a hand over his heart, raising the other hand into the air as if to take an oath, "I promise to have you home early and in one piece."

You bit down onto your lip, letting silence fall over you both as you tried to come to a decision.

"Are you writing a book? Go on and say yes already!"

The voice that called out from the distance caught both Hoseok and you by surprise, and you turned around to see Johara and Thea shushing a giggling Alice, who flashed two encouraging thumbs your way.

You suppressed the laugh that threatened to escape, turning to face Hoseok instead. He had shoved a hand into the pocket of his jeans, looking incredibly nervous as he awaited your response silently.

He looked... cute.

You stared at him for just a second before a small smile broke out onto your face. Intertwining your hands behind your back, you nudged the tip of your shoe against his shyly.

"Alright. Let's get outta here." You finally agreed, causing Hoseok to grin lopsidedly.

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Surprisingly, the car ride to the movies was far from awkward, as you were expecting it to be.

Conversation between Hoseok and you occurred easily, mainly due to the fact that Hoseok was quite clearly a natural extrovert, but also due to how much you had in common.

Hoseok had casually mentioned that he had let his younger sister, Elena, name his car 'Bambi' after her favorite movie and you enthused about your own cartoon loving little sister.

"Angie's gonna be a handful when she's older but she's actually quite fun to hang out with for her age." You had told him.

"God, Elena never leaves me alone. Especially whenever the boys are over; she follows Jungkook around like a lost puppy. Drives me crazy." He shook his head.

"She can't be that bad if you let her name your car." You pointed out with a hum.

Hoseok flashed you a guilty grin, as if you had a point, "Yeah, well. I guess the little ankle-biter's not too bad when she's not buggin' me."

The rest of the car ride was filled with laughter-filled conversation about Hoseok's friends and Rosie's number one competitor, Daisy's Drive-Thru, interrupted now and again as Little Richard and Elvis Presley played on cassette.

Even when you reached the drive-in movie theater and the movie started to begin, neither of you found yourselves uncomfortable or in need of something to talk about, enjoying the way you found each other's presence familiar yet new all the same.

You had just begun to find yourself getting sucked into watching the movie when you felt Hoseok shift beside you, heat finding your face as he threw his arm around the back of your shared seat.

It wasn't a subtle move in the slightest but the gesture was endearing in its own right and before you could help yourself, you found yourself leaning into him, playing along in the cliché. After all, it was cold and Hoseok was undoubtedly warm, both inside and out.

Hoseok didn't mean to stare, really; he told himself he was going to watch the movie. But it was hard to pay attention when your reactions to the film were so genuine and pure– far more entertaining than the movie he had paid for you both to see.

It wasn't until Hoseok let out a chuckle at one of your gasps that you finally turned to face him, only to see that his focus was on your profile and not the movie like it was meant to be.

"Hey! Watch the movie, not me!" You frowned, nudging your shoulder into his.

"I'm trying!" He defended, a feigned innocent expression on his face.

"Liar." You accused, narrowing your eyes. "This movie's really interesting, you know. Marilyn Monroe is a great actress."

Hoseok didn't reply, choosing to just stare at you fondly instead. You shoved his side once again when he ignored your statement.

"What is it?" You pressed, not used to this much attention on you.

A lopsided grin crept on his heart-shaped lips as he shrugged, "Nothing. You're just cute."

You let out a small noise of surprise and before you could open your mouth to reply, a warm hand found your jaw and Hoseok's mouth met yours.

The kiss was chaste, nothing more than a peck really as Hoseok pulled away just as quickly as he had pulled you in, shaking his head.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself. I won't do that again, I promise." He apologized sincerely, to which you replied with a stunned nod.

You hadn't been expected the kiss and as embarrassing as it was, the small peck had left you literally dumbfounded.

You weren't upset that Hoseok had kissed you. On the contrary, the kiss was pleasant, his warm lips and hand had felt nice against your skin. And it wasn't as if you disliked him. He was honest, funny and kind and the fact that your heart was now pounding the way it was probably meant you liked him more than you probably should.

Which is why you had been left speechless, having no idea what to do or say now.

You had made a mental note to remain cautious of him right before you had agreed to go on the date with him but it was just so easy to let your guard down when you were talking to him. The hour you had spent with him alone so far was enough to make you wonder why the hell you had listened to Johara's warnings in the first place.

More importantly, however, you were wondering if he would kiss you again.

You turned towards the movie and the two of you sat silently as an inner conflict waged in your head. On one hand, this would be happening very quickly. While on the other, you weren't exactly sure if you even really cared.

The sound of Hoseok laughing caught you by surprise and you looked over to see him staring at the massive screen, finally watching the movie.

He had a lovely laugh, the kind that showed off his teeth and caused his cheeks to go round. It was carefree and sincere and it made your heart skip a beat and before you could second guess yourself, you pushed yourself off of the seat and threw a leg over his lap, straddling him as you pressed your lips to his.

For just second, Hoseok seemed stunned, as if he wasn't expecting you to kiss him, but the second ticked away quickly as he began to reciprocate.

It started soft, curious even, for neither of you knew just how far to take it before he brought his hand up to your chin up to deepen the kiss.

You whimpered into it, but before it could go on too long, he pulled away– both of your breathing labored slightly.

"Are you... are you sure about this?" He asked, licking his lips as if chasing your taste.

"Yeah, I am." You muttered, meeting his eyes to show your resolve.

Nodding his understanding, he met your lips again, this time cupping the back of your head to keep you close to him. His other hand cupped your hip, lightly stroking your skin through your clothes with his thumb. His touch was gentle, soft while his kiss was experienced and deep.

The way he sighed and grunted into the kiss had your heart pounding and your body lighting up with arousal.

The night was cold but everything about Hoseok felt incredibly hot.

He nipped your lip with his teeth before laving over the spot with his tongue. The kiss grew more urgent as his tongue found yours while his hands gripped your waist to move you against his lap, grinding against one another lightly.

Suddenly, amidst your passion and groping, a thought crossed your mind, causing you to pull away. Hoseok leaned his head back against the seat, staring up at you through lidded eyes as he licked his lips slightly.

"What is it, baby?" He cooed, the pet name sending shivers down your spine.

"I just..." You swallowed thickly, mindlessly playing with the zipper on his jacket. "I really like you and I like this but... to be honest, I have no clue what I'm doing."

"What do you mean?" He shook his head in confusion, strong brows furrowing.

You pressed your lips together, not wanting to tell him but knowing he should know.

"I-I'm, you know," You shyly met his gaze, "a virgin."

There was a beat of silence before Hoseok's eyes shut and he muttered a soft 'fuck'. You watched him bite his lip and you swore you could feel his whole body shudder as his hands tighten around your hips.

"That's okay." He cooed, nodding his head.

"You don't mind?" You felt a little insecure, wondering if a guy like Hoseok would be cool with fooling around with a virgin.

"I really don't." He breathed, leaning forward to brush his lips against yours. "And if you want to keep going, I can make you feel good... if you'd let me."

"I would like that." You replied somewhat bashfully, pushing down any insecurities or second thoughts that plagued your mind. You wanted this. You wanted him to touch you. If just kissing felt this good then you could only imagine what it'd feel like if you let him actually touch you.

With you still on top of him, Hoseok repositioned himself so that he could lay back in the seat, keeping you steady on top on him. Beneath your hands, you could feel the soft leather of the seat. This time as you shared a kiss his hands were anything but innocent, traveling under the skirt of your dress to touch your thighs.

Your body, unused to such intimate touches, immediately erupted in goosebumps at his feather-light touches. A whimper turned into a moan against his lips which prompted him to bring one of his fingers up to your mouth to quiet you.

"You have to be quiet, baby." He whispered, a little smirk on his pink lips. Despite his warning, you could feel how hard he was beneath you. "Unless, you like the idea that someone can see you, huh?"

The idea of someone looking over and seeing what Hoseok was doing to you had your face exploding hotly before you hid your face against Hoseok's shoulder. He hummed softly, enjoying your innocent reaction. Smiling, he moved forward to bring you into another kiss.

You shivered when his wandering fingers moved to the apex of your thighs, pressing the deft digits over your hot cunt. You were wet, you knew it before his fingers slid beneath the elastic of your panties to touch your wet slit directly. Your thighs trembled once his fingers found your clit, hard and eager for his touch.

"You're so wet, kitten." He cooed, keeping his voice low and his lips close to your ear so you could clearly hear him. "Does it feel good to be touched like this?"

"Y-Yes." You whined, clinging onto him and mindlessly arching your hips to get more of his touch.

"You gotta stay quiet, can't let anyone know you're getting your cute little pussy touched, huh?" He cooed, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before circling your entrance with his middle finger. You let out a soft sigh as the digit sunk into you, giving you the slightest stretch your body hadn't felt before. "Does it hurt?" He checked, sinking his finger to the first knuckle.

"N-No, not at all." You whispered, your voice cracking when Hoseok's finger found a soft spot inside you.

"Oh," Hoseok chuckled, prodding the spot again and this time you had to bite down on his shoulder to keep yourself from crying out.

"There it is."

"Ah, that feels good!" You choked, squeezing your eyes shut to let yourself feel.

Hoseok felt like he was in heaven, your hot cunt clenching around his digit. He was careful as he introduced a second finger, his index, beside his middle. Your body tightening for a moment, feeling a slight sting from the stretch.

However, as his thumb found your clit, the sting was quickly forgotten. You keened, clinging onto him as you felt that pleasure boiling up inside you, ready to let go.

"Are you gonna cum, kitten?" He whispered, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck to bring his mouth to yours. You nodded, nearly crying out if it hadn't been for him locking you in the kiss.

The sound from the movie had turned into nothing but background noise at this point, your mind was muddled with the oncoming pleasure.

With a final press to your clit and his lithe digits abusing your g-spot, you were coming. Hoseok held your body close to his as you trembled in his lap, cunt clenching around his fingers.

As you came down, Hoseok pulled his fingers from your pussy, making you whimper. With your panties covering you properly once again, you knew that they would have to be thrown in the wash as soon as possible.

You slumped against his body, head on his shoulders. He gave you the best view of his fingers– covering in your cum and still wet.

Your cheeks were on fire and if you weren't too tired to speak, you would've protested the way he popped those fingers in his mouth.

At the sound of him letting out a satisfied groan at the taste of you on his tongue, you covered your face and let out a small whimper.

Hoseok couldn't help but laugh, finding your small display of embarrassment outrageously adorable.

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The rest of the movie passed by quickly, you hardly caught the ending with the way Hoseok kept tickling your sides and stealing kisses from you.

You almost didn't want to go home. You were having such a good time with Hoseok and to be frank, the greedy part of you want to keep messing around with him in this way, his touches and kisses almost addicting.

You had sulked all the ride home, even as Hoseok walked you to your door you couldn't help but pout at the thought that your date was over already. That is until you noticed the note that had been taped to the front door of your house.

"They're not home." You announced in surprise, once you read it.

Your parents had left a handwritten note telling you that they had taken your little sister, Angie, to see the newest Disney movie and that there was frozen casserole in the fridge waiting for you.

Peaking over your shoulder, Hoseok read the note with a nod, "Oh yeah, that's the movie that's scheduled to play after the one we just watched. Elena told me it was good."

Processing this new information, your insides fluttered with excitement as you realized this meant you'd have the house to yourself for the next hour or so. Unlocking the door and pushing it open, you stepped in.

"Any chance you might want to hang out inside then? Since my family isn't home?" You turned to face Hoseok innocently as if you weren't playing out filthy scenes of what hanging out might entail in your head.

"I'd love to." Hoseok grinned, moving to walk in.

"W-Wait!" You panicked suddenly, halting his movements. "Um... Could you move your car out of our driveway and park somewhere out of sight, actually? Just in case they come home early or something. I'd give my parents a heart attack if they came home to me with a strange boy in the house. I don't usually do these kinds of things."

Usually was a far too generous term. You had never done anything remotely like this before and you couldn't help but want to take every measurable precaution that you could. Not to mention you needed a moment to clean yourself up and change out of your now forever tainted Rosie's uniform.

"You're cute when you're nervous. You know that?" Hoseok cooed with an amused smile before nodding. "I'll move the car."

Watching as he turned to walk back down your porch, you slipped further into your house, humming to yourself excitedly as you made your way upstairs.

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To say you and Hoseok sat in your room and talked about the universe and all its stars would be a fabricated overstatement. While everything started off innocently enough – the two of you laid back on your bed as you chatted happily – you were far too eager to continue the events that took place in Hoseok's car to not press your mouth onto his the first chance you got.

Your head was in your pillows, your soft bedding beneath you as Hoseok hovering above you. The kiss was soft and playful and it had you smiling against his lips. He smelled lovely, you noted, his cologne not too strong but enough to let you know that it was him.

His hands weren't idle at all, traveling along the length of your body. You could feel that he was hard in his pants, probably still from your fun at the movie. You couldn't find it in yourself to care very much when he began to grind his hard length along your thigh.

"Didn't know you were this eager to play, kitten." He growled into the kiss, reaching down to open your thighs for him.

His bulge was against your covered cunt now, the simple shorts you had slipped into not saving you from feeling just how hard he was. He groaned as you began to arch your hips up, meeting his thrusts.

"Hoseok," You whimpered, the sound causing him to groan.

"C-Can we... I want... I want you." You admitted, making the man above you freeze.

When you met his eyes, you were shocked to see how dark eyes had become. His pupils were blown wide and as he licked his lips, you realized how his breathing was growing heavier.

The idea of being your first should've been daunting or even unappealing to him. But he didn't feel that at all. He liked – loved –the idea that he would be your first; the first person to ever claim you like this.

The way you trembled and whined at his touch when he touched you at the movie was forever burned into his mind. You were so sensitive, so responsive to even his simplest touch. It was absolutely exhilarating. Everything was new to you, everything was overwhelming to your cute virgin body. And in a sick, perverted way, that excited him much more than it should have. He knew that.

But with you beneath him, asking him to take your virginity – giving him your virginity. He felt like he could cum right then and there in his pants.

There was just one problem.

"I don't have a condom with me." He sighed, the words physically painful leaving his mouth.

You fell silent, looking off to the side and mindlessly playing with the hem of your shirt.

Hoseok felt stiff, waiting for your next answer.

If you told him that it wasn't a good idea – no matter how badly he wanted to pleasure you, he would stop without hesitation.

"It's okay," You muttered, pressing the softest peck to the corner of his mouth, smiling shyly, "as long as you pull out, it'll be fine right?"

Hoseok nearly growled in excitement at your response, blown away at the level of trust you had just appointed him. You were looking up at him with wide eyes and the cutest smile that he couldn't help leaning down and taking you into a deep, breathtaking kiss that left you whimpering.

Once he pulled away, his eyes were even darker than they were before. He was preening in the trust and faith you had put in him, deciding then and there that he was going to make this experience as mind-blowing as he was physically and emotionally capable.

"Fuck, okay." He breathed, sitting up just a bit to unbutton his pants. They were uncomfortably tight and he was desperate to relieve the pressure on his aching cock.

"Can I touch you?" You asked, somehow having enough nerve to speak the words without stuttering. Hoseok nearly lost his mind right then and there.

"I-If you want to." He choked, voice dropping much lower than you had last heard him just seconds ago.

"But... can you show me how?"

Hoseok let out a groan, far too turned on to care about how loud he was being.

"Yeah, I can." He breathed, closing his eyes before opening the zipper to his pants.

You waited, nervous, as he reached into his boxers to pull his cock out.

He was painfully hard, the head of his cock wet with his precum and he was sure it was smeared all in his boxers. His hand was wrapped around his base, as if he were offering himself out to you.

"To be honest, I don't think I can handle having you blow me, so..." He cleared his throat, squeezing his shaft. "But just wrap your hand around me, kitten."

You reached out, replacing his hand with yours.

His breath stuttered audibly and his head fell back for just a moment. His cock was deliciously long and thick, you marveled at the way your fingers just barely touched around him. Wrapping his own hand around yours, he ever so carefully showed you how much pressure to apply without hurting him and how to move just as he liked.

You couldn't help but grow wet, watching the way Hoseok's brows furrowed slightly as you pleasured him.

"Mm, fuck, make sure it's wet." He whispered, and you nodded, moving your hand along his tip to collect his precum, smearing it down his length to aid in your movements.

"Shit, fuck stop!" He growled suddenly, pulling your hand off his cock. He panted, cupping your cheeks before leaning down to pull you into another kiss. "Can't let you do that too long or else I'll cum."

His words had your cheeks burning, and he merely smiled before kissing you again. You didn't offer any protests as he pressed a hand against your stomach, gently urging you to lay back down. Instead of getting back on top of you, however, he positioned himself on his knees between your thighs.

"Can I take your clothes off, baby?" He asked, tone light and calming now.

Although you could feel your nerves and insecurity started to catch up with you, you nodded. Hoseok's fingers were gentle as he peeled your shirt off, just a simple t-shirt that you opted to sleep in because the material was incredibly soft.

With your breasts exposed, your face was alight again. Instead of shying away from his touches, you found yourself wanting to have his hands on you. You trusted him to make you feel good, you knew he would.

So when his hands cupped your breasts and his fingers lightly pinched your hardened nipples, you cried out immediately. His breathing stuttered at the sound, his cock throbbing between his thighs. You clutched the bed sheets beneath you, writhing against the bed under his experienced touches.

"Hoseok, please." You begged, though you weren't sure what it was for.

"Alright, kitten, I'll take care of you." He cooed, abandoning playing with your tits in favor of hooking his fingers into the band of your shorts and pulling them off, taking your panties with them.

You suddenly felt much more exposed than you had before, clamping your thighs shut to hide your cunt from his greedy eyes. Hoseok felt like the air was punched out of him as you laid beneath him, naked and vulnerable, looking good enough to eat.

That idea had his cock twitching again, precum dripping down its fat head. Scooting further down the bed, you watched as he practically scrambled to rid himself of his clothes. He stumbled a tiny bit pulling his jeans off which brought a laugh bubbling from your lips. He caught your gaze as you giggled, his own heart fluttering in his chest at the sight.

You were just so cute.

"I'm gonna make you feel good, yeah?" He cooed, gently prying your knees apart at your knees.

You squeaked, your hands flying down to over your exposed cunt. Hoseok dropped to his stomach on the bed and leaned forward to nip playfully at your hands.

"Trust me, kitten." He whispered, leaning over to press a soft kiss to your inner thigh. "Let me in."

Closing your eyes, you mentally worked yourself up to move your hands away. Once your wet, dripping cunt was exposed to his eyes he groaned. You were so soft, folds spread to reveal your clenching hole and hooded clit. Your pussy was dripping your arousal and, fuck, you looked so delicious.

"H-Hoseok?" You squeaked, him just staring at your most intimate part had you feeling incredibly bashful.

He let out a small hum, "I'm going to taste you now."

You didn't get a chance to respond before his flattened his tongue over the length of your slit. His hands came down on your hips, when you bucked up in pleasure, to hold you down. His tongue was skilled, circling your hard little clit and sliding into your clenching hole to taste your juices.

You whined, reaching down and tugging at his hair at his movements. The feeling of having someone's tongue on you like this was indescribable. Hoseok felt like he was on cloud nine with your sweet cunt wrapped around his tongue, giving him more and more to taste.

When his greedy tongue found your clit again, sucking the bud into his mouth, you felt that pleasure rising again. Hoseok could feel the way your thighs tightened around his head, your legs trembling and your breathing rapid.

You were close.

And then suddenly, he pulled away, causing you huff, letting out the cutest frustrated whine that almost had him diving back in to wipe the frown off your face.

"I know, baby, I would love to make you cum on my tongue but I want your first time to be on my cock." His words sent another spike of arousal through your very being. "Are you ready?"

"Y-Yeah," You whispered, stomach churning in anticipation, watching as he fisted his own cock to spread his own precum down the length.

You spread your legs for him to settle between, the blunt head of his cock sliding between your folds. He gathered your wetness along his length, making sure his own cock was wet enough for you.

Finally, he began to press into your entrance. Your eyes widened as he began to sink in, keeping your gazes locked as he took your virginity. His breathing halted, mouth opened wide as your cunt enveloped him until he was balls deep inside you.

"Are you okay?" He whispered, moving over you to rest his weight on his hands beside your head. "Does it hurt?"

You had gripped onto your sheets beside you, clenching your jaw as you held back a whimper.

"I-It stings." You replied honestly, eyes drifting to where you were stuffed full of him. His cock looked so big with your wet pussy spread open for him.

"It'll pass." He promised, moving one hand down to find your clit with stealthy fingers.

He grunted when your cunt clamped down on him at the added stimulation. He stayed like that for a moment, just circling your clit to bring the pleasure back until you let him know it was okay for him to move.

When he was given the okay, he felt like he could cry. The feeling of your cunt squeezing him and your arousal dripping down his balls was the hottest thing he'd ever experienced. Nothing in his life could ever compare to having you beneath him.

You were trembling, body already growing overwhelmed from the feeling of having him inside you. Everything felt so strange, so foreign but still so right. Reaching up, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him in for another kiss.

The sound of skin meeting filled the space and you had to break the kiss to cry out your pleasure. He was over the moon to drag more sounds from you, locating that little spot in your walls that had loud cries of ecstasy slipping past your swollen lips. Burying your face in his neck, you felt like your whole body was on fire. Sweat pooled over both your bodies, making your skin stick together but neither of you cared at all. All the two of you could think about was the feeling of you wrapped around his cock.

"O-Oh, Hoseok!" You cried, your nails catching the slippery skin on his back. "I-I'm close again!"

"Yeah?" He growled, throwing all caution to the wind as he let his words flow. You fell back onto his pillow, letting him see your blissed-out expression again. "You gonna cum for me?"

"Y-Yes!" You panted, unable to stop the loud cry from your lips when he gave a punishing circle of his thumb on your clit.

"Letting me take this cute little virgin cunt, right? Gonna ruin you for everyone, I'm gonna be the only cock that'll ever satisfy you," He chuckled, a cocky smirk on his lips when you positively gushed around him. "You like me talking to you like that, kitten? Such a dirty little virgin, aren't you?"

"Hoseok, fuck!" You begged, tears pricking at your eyes by now from being so close to the edge.

"Go on, cum for me," He egged on, moving his lips close to your ear. "Squeeze my cock with your tight little cunt, baby."

And so you did, and it was beautiful. You clung to him and cried out his name while your whole body trembled beneath him. You were so vulnerable and so sensitive, little tears falling from your eyes – it brought out something primal in Hoseok. He was overwhelmed with the need to mark you as his, he needed to know that you had given him this. He was your first and he wanted to mark you with his cum. Wanted to dirt you with his seed.

His own orgasm snuck up on him and before you even came down from your own orgasm, he pulled out and spilled out onto your stomach. Hot and wet, it pooled beneath your belly button as he pumped his cock until he had nothing more to give.

"You okay, kitten?" He asked after allowing you both a moment to catch your breaths, pressing chaste kisses down onto the side of your neck.

"Y-Yes." You replied, feeling somewhat shy at his doting.

Hoseok removed his mouth from your neck to look at you, opening his mouth to say something when he was interrupted by the sound of your front door opening and your family walking into the house, causing both your stomachs to drop.

"Y/N, are you home?" A familiar child's voice rang out from downstairs.

"Crap!" You hissed, your wide eyes meeting Hoseok's as you both sat up.

"What do we do?" Hoseok asked, keeping his voice low. You sat frozen on your bed for a few moments before the sound of your sister's footsteps on the stairs snapped you back to reality.

Without thinking, you sprung right up, grabbing all of Hoseok's clothes and throwing them at him.

"Closet! Now!" You ordered hurriedly, pushing the naked boy in the direction of your closet door.

"Wait–"

"Shut up!" You hissed lowly, heart in your throat as you heard your sister walk outside in the hallway.

Opening your closet, you ushered Hoseok inside, closing it shut as quickly and quietly as you could.

"Y/N? Are you here?" Angie called out from outside your door and you took a silent moment to thank your lucky stars that your sister knew better than to enter your room without knocking.

"One second! I'm, uh, changing out of my uniform!" You called back, nearly tripping on your rug as you began to clean yourself up with a spare towel you luckily left out from your morning shower, slipping back on your shorts and shirt.

Fixing your hair as you made your way towards your door, you let out a shaky breath before plastering a smile on your face and opening the door.

"Hi, peanut! How was the movie?" You replied, probably somewhat too enthusiastically.

Angie's face lit up as if she had been waiting for you to ask her that.

"So good!" She told you, eyes wide. "There was this pretty girl dog who got lost and she got found by a boy dog and then there was this mean dog catcher and a spaghetti kiss and–"

"Neato!" You interjected quickly, knowing how chatty your little sister had a tendency to be. "Tell you what, I'm absolutely beat from work so I'm gonna head to bed. You can tell me all about it tomorrow, okay?"

"Aw, you're no fun." Angie complained, a small pout on her lips.

"I'm sorry, I'm just... really tired." You apologized, throwing in a yawn for good measure.

Your sister held your stare for a moment as if considering the validity of your statement before ultimately sighing.

"O-kay..." She hummed dejectedly causing you to lightly pinch at her cheeks.

"Goodnight! I love you!" You called out after her as she began to trudge to her room, "I'll see you in the mornin'."

"See ya later, alligator!" Was Angie's final reply before disappearing down the hallway.

"Goodnight, mom! Goodnight, dad!" You called out, poking your head in the hallway so the sound would travel downstairs.

The disembodied voices of your mother and father answered back, wishing you sweet dreams.

"Cute kid. The way she talks reminds me of Elena." Hoseok voice rang out from behind you just as you shut your door, causing you to jump. You turn around to see that he is now fully dressed, probably having had put his clothes back on during his time-out in the closet.

You offered him a small smile.

"So... what do I do now?" He asked with a tilt of his head. You let out a sigh, plopping back down onto your bed.

"I have a window?" You offered sheepishly causing Hoseok to make a face at you.

Despite the fact that climbing down the side of a house was not exactly how he pictured this date ending, he couldn't really complain. The date had panned out far better than he could've hoped really.

Crossing your legs at the ankles, you watched as Hoseok opened your window, the night's events suddenly sinking down on you.

You had told Hoseok that you weren't the kind of girl who would let him get in your pants and then ditch you right after but here you were.

You didn't regret sleeping with him but your chest couldn't help but feel a little heavy knowing that you had just become another notch in Hoseok's belt.

The selfish part of you wanted to be more than that but you also remembered Johara's warnings. You had done this to yourself. Pushing down your feelings, you decided to try and make light of the situation.

"So is this the part where you leave and I see you in the diner next week and we pretend like this never happened?" You joked half-heartedly, hand fiddling with the drawstrings of your shorts, hoping to appear nonchalant.

Hoseok's eyes flickered to your anxious gesture, shrugging. "I guess so."

Your shoulders fell dejectedly but you nodded silently. You knew the name of the game far before you agreed to go out with him and he had made it very clear that he wasn't a romantic kind of guy so really, what could you do?

"Although," Hoseok began suddenly, throwing a leg over your window sill. "If you ask me, I don't think that would do me any favors."

You blinked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Well, if I'm tryna make you my girl, what good would ignoring you do?"

You stared at him for a moment as if unsure you had heard him correctly, before a massive smile broke out on your face, sure that you had.

"In that case, I think I would strongly advise against ignoring me." You replied cheekily.

"You think so?" Hoseok hummed, a playful tone to a serious question.

He had every intention of pursuing you seriously and if you gave any indication that him pursuing you wouldn't be in vain, then he wanted to know.

Hoseok liked you. He actually liked you and wanted you to be his girl. He didn't want this to be just another one night stand if he could help it.

You stared at him for a moment, fawning over the way he was looking at you, eyes wide with hope as he chewed on his bottom lip anxiously, awaiting your answer.

Pushing yourself off your bed, you walked your way over to the handsome escapee. You held his warm eyes briefly before pressed a chaste kiss onto his cheek.

"Yeah. I do." You answered shyly, not bothering to conceal your beaming smile, leaving Hoseok absolutely breathless.

Hobi has been psyching himself up for days to ask you out.

You've been friends with everyone for a few months but you and Hobi were partners in crime, laughing together, getting into trouble at parties pranking Namjoon and Jungkook, him driving you around at 3am to find a very specific dark chocolate because neither of you could sleep.

Hobi has been seeing sunshine in your eyes for weeks, and he doesn't even know why he's so nervous. You're just so open and bright and he's worried that if you were interested you would've said so already.

He's scoping out restaurants to take you to when he sees you inside a local Italian place with your hand on some guy's arm, and he stops dead in his tracks, looking through the plate glass.

Please don't let this be a date, please don't let this be a date, he's saying it over and over in his mind and he feels like his heart might burst from how hard it's beating when he watches, ducked down in the front seat of his car, when you bid him goodnight.

He looks away when the guy leans down to kiss you, and waits for you to get in your car and leave before he goes into the restaurant and orders a shot.

You're shocked when there's a knock at your door past midnight, and you answer it in sleeping shorts and a camisole, breathing a sigh of relief when it's your best friend, all glassy eyed, leaning against your doorjamb.

"Hoseok! You scared me!" You say with a laugh, opening the door wide to let him in. "Why didn't you invite me to the party?"

He shrugs and doesn't make a move to come in.

"Thought you might be busy."

"Busy? Why? Come in and stop leaning against the doorjamb like a rebel without a cause."

You're teasing him but God, he does look good, leather jacket, white t-shirt contrasting with that golden skin of his, black hair swept back with locks falling into his face.

He comes in, finally, and he's more drunk than you thought because you can smell the liquor on him. He's avoiding your eyes.

"Is...is everything okay?"

He looks at you and there's something in his eyes you can't put your finger on, jaw clenched tight.

"So you had a date, yeah?"

You startle. "A date?"

"Don't fucking lie to me," he says, almost growling, and it sends a chill of pleasure down your spine.

He'd never been angry with you like this and you couldn't believe how hot it was making you.

"I...I wasn't! Yeah, I had a date."

He steps closer to you, and you back up until your ass hits the kitchen counter.

He takes your chin in his hand, looking at your mouth.

"He got to kiss these lips before I did. Did he get to touch you, too?"

He skates a hand down your body, from your collarbone to your hip, and you're quaking inside.

"Hoseok..."

He works a thigh between your legs and you spread them instinctively, your heart racing at how close his face is to yours and how much you want him to kiss you.

"Don't say my name like that, Y/n..I've wanted you for so long."

"Hoseok," you say, again, almost defiantly, and he groans and crushes his mouth to yours, grabbing the back of your head.

You melt under him and he's got one hand sliding under the waistband of your shorts and you're bucking your hips when he breaks the kiss and takes a step back, breathing hard.

"I'm sorry," he says hoarsely. "I'm sorry. I'm drunk and I've been feeling crazy all night, ever since I saw you with him."

Your mouth is dry, mind racing. "Saw me? Hobi, what-"

"Ignore this. Ignore me. Too many shots at the bar, that's all."

He gives you a tight smile and you put your hand on his face.

"Hey...tell me what is going on with you."

He turns his face into your hand, only for a second, and then smiles again, more warmly.

"Everything's fine. I'll call you tomorrow, yeah?"

"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.

Yoongi

Yoongi pulled his eyes from the computer screen, giving them a rest from the bright light. That’s when he saw the small picture frame of you that Namjoon had given him as a birthday present. At the time he was too embarrassed to admit, it was the best gift one of his members had given him. He picked it up bringing it closer to see how much longer your hair was back then, the way you flicked it off your shoulder. The heart pendant he had gotten you as an anniversary present hanging from your neck, the same necklace that does today. He gave it to you saying that you had a piece of him when he was away for long periods of time. The heart falling where your chest is, and resets peacefully, you only needed to breathe to feel his heart against yours. You would never know just how beautiful you are to him.

The next thing he knew was he was on his way to your house, using the key you gave him to let himself inside. He silently kicked off his shoes before heading towards your bedroom. You were already asleep, so he very carefully got into the bed with you. But you were a light sleeper, a giggle escaping your lips “Are you going to do this every week?” you teased him. He didn’t answer but pulled you towards his chest, so the two of you could properly cuddle until you fell asleep, your eyelash fluttering on his cheek between the sheets. With you by his side, he never found it hard to fall asleep. When he woke up you were gone, but a cup of tea sat next to the bed, a note saying that he should drink it so his throat says in good shape with a heart and your name.

He never loved anyone like he loved you. It consumed him. He debated inking his skin with your name, just so everyone knows who his heart belonged to. The boys were hosting you at their dorm, and you Jin brought up the prospect of marriage to the two of you, since you guys have been dating for as long as you could remember. It was a topic that had never come up much in your relationship, family and such were a touchy subject for him, the members are the only people he feels close with, and you certainly didn’t want to be lobed in with his family. You nervously laughed, shrugging your shoulders, wanting to sweep passed the subject. “I could do without a tan on my left hand,” Yoongi said getting you to look at him “Where my fourth finger meets my knuckle,” he said before bringing his water to his lips. “What?” you asked feeling your heart beat faster.

“Maybe your loveable… maybe your my snowflake,” he said “And when your eyes turn gray in the winter I’ll hold you in a warm place- and you should never cut your hair cus I love the way you flick it off your shoulder.” Your hand moved to hold the pendant in your hand, tears welling in your eyes “Maybe I fell in love, when you woke me up,” he said cheeks blushing. The boys poked fun at him, and teased him, but you know that when he said woke me up he meant you had brought him out of the hole where he assumed no one could ever love him and he could ever love someone. You scooted closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder “You will never know just how beautiful you are to me,” he said. You smiled to yourself, playing with the pendant you have worn for years, thinking about how maybe it was time to replace that necklace with a ring “I love you Yoongi,” you told him getting him to hum in response as if to say I know.

Hoseok

“Did you hear that he proposed to Y/n?” Jimin asked the members in shock, you and Hoseok decided to take a break while he was off on tour. It was his idea because he thought that you deserved to find someone who could always be with you. He just didn’t expect everything to happen so quickly. “Maybe now is not the time Jimin,” Namjoon said glancing at Hoseok who just sat there emotionless. “What do you say we go out tonight?” Jin said patting his friends back, all the other boys were quick to agree, “You guys go on without me,” Hoseok replied getting up from his chair, heading towards the practice rooms. He pulled out his phone to see it was blown up from friends, family, fans, everyone was telling him about how this man had proposed to you, six months after the two of you decided to take a break, six months-the time he finally was home.

He tried to dance out all the emotions he was feelings, but even with sweat slipping down his back he couldn’t stop thinking about how it should’ve been him proposing to you. He found the celebratory alcohol they kept in the practice room and started drinking hoping to suppress his emotions. Eventually he was too drunk to be coordinated anymore, so he decided it was time to try and go home. All his senses came to life while he was stumbling home as drunk as he had ever been, swearing that he would never leave again, because you were the only one. He pulled his phone out of his pocket deciding to call you, even though he knew he might regret it later. “Hobi?” you answered “Stumbling off drunk, getting myself lost, I am so gone, tell me the way home?” he slurred through his sentences “Where are your members?” you asked confused as to why he was alone “They have gone to find another place to let their hearts collide,” he replied.

He sat down on one of the benches, “I listened to sad songs, singing about love, and where it goes wrong- where I went wrong,” he blathered on. “Hobi,” you said sadly, but your voice didn’t come through the phone, he lifted his head and watched as you squat down in front of him. You offered him a smile, watching as his brain caught up to what he was seeing. He pocketed his phone into his sweatshirt before running his fingers through his hair “Should we get you home?” you asked and he nodded his head, a lot less vocal now that you were actually here with him. You helped him up and had his arm over your shoulder as you lead him back towards the dorms. There were so many things that he wanted to say to you, but had no way to string the words together to tell you. The two of you arrived back at the dorm “There you go,” you said releasing him, his side now cold without you there.

“Tell me that you turned down the man, who asked for your hand because you’re waiting for me,” he said causing your cheeks to redden “I know I was gone for a while, and I told you that we should take a break and everything changed but we’ll be strangers if we see this through,” he said tears welling in his eyes. “Take my hand and my heart and soul, I will only have these eyes for you,” he said taking your cold hands between his warm ones “Cause you are the only one,” he said. He was waiting for you to tell him off, curse and scream his name. “I turned him down because I was waiting for you,” you told him quietly and it took a moment for him to understand what you had confessed but by how shy you had gotten he assumed he heard you right “You were waiting for me?” he asked getting you to nod your head “Cause you are the only one,” you replied.

Namjoon

Namjoon remembered when you first met, you had accidently run into him and apologized while rubbing his hand that got smashed between the two of you. “Earth to Namjoon,” Yoongi called getting his attention “What, sorry,” he said to the older, the two of them were in the middle of brainstorming for new lyrics “What were you thinking about?” Yoongi asked typing away at his computer. “About how people fall in love in mysterious ways… Maybe just the touch of a hand,” he said looking at his hand. “Oh? Did you?” he questioned “Oh me?” he pulled his gaze away from his hand “I fall in love with her every single day. Maybe it’s all part of the plan,” he answered. “How long do you think you two will last?” Yoongi asked, always the realist, and usually Namjoon is too, but something about you has his mind looking at things differently.

“When my legs don’t work like they used to, and I can’t sweep her off of her feet. When my hair’s all gone and my memory fades, and the crowds don’t remember my name. When my hands don’t create music the same way. I know she will still love me the same,” he answered, his heart not being able to stop when it comes to you. “I will be loving her until we’re seventy,” he said confident in his answer, “And my heart could still fall as hard at 27.” Yoongi couldn’t help but sigh “What are you even doing here?” he questioned getting Namjoon to furrow his eyebrows in confusion “Obviously your heart longs to be somewhere else,” Yoongi added with a slight teasing smirk. They usually don’t have a lot of down time, so the fact that Yoongi offered Namjoon a free pass, that was more than he could ask for “Thank you, Hyung,” he said.

He arrived at your house knocking the on door and when you opened it your eyes smiled from your cheeks. “Hi baby,” he said giving you a smile, you pulled him inside, into your loving arms, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips, underneath the light of your cheap lamp. You then rested your head on his chest, listening to his beating heart. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as possible. The two of you found love right where you are. “What are you doing here?” you asked knowing he was usually a busy man, but that didn’t stop your from clinging yourself onto him, making it impossible for him to leave without bringing you along. “I haven’t got to see you lately so I thought I would see how you are doing,” he replied as if he had all the time in the world to give you. “I’m doing a lot better now,” you said.

“I’m sorry I can’t take you out, we are always stuck here or the dorms,” he said as you pulled him further inside, “No, don’t be sorry,” you told him, not wanting to hear it. “We don’t need anything else,” you said pulling him to sit down on the couch with you “We found love right where we are,” you added, and he couldn’t help but admire you. The girl he loved. The one who mysteriously made him fall in love. “I don’t need anything else besides you,” you assured, hugging him tightly, He didn’t know if he could love you less, even if he tried.

Jimin

“What are we doing?” you whispered as Jimin pulled you towards the back door which led to the yard, “They won’t even notice,” he said looking over at his family who were distracted by the large number of people they invited for Jimin’s welcome home party. The two of you snuck outside, the grass damp beneath your bare feet, the moon the only source of light. The music from inside sounding a lot more quiet out here. Jimin placed one hand on your waist, the other collecting your hand in his, the next thing you knew the two of you were slow dancing. You giggled, joining in, placing your hand on his shoulder, allowing him to lead you around. Suddenly it started raining and you gasped “Jimin we better go in,” you said but he shook his head with a mischievous smirk “We brought more clothes,” he replied as the two of you continued to dance in the rain.

You couldn’t help but giggle at how cliché he was being, yet you didn’t have the heart to stop him. “Your heart is all I own,” he said getting you to look up at him slightly confused, as far as you knew he owned the hearts of many girls across the world. “I never knew you were the someone waiting for me,” he said pressing his forehead to yours, “And in your eyes, you’re holding my heart,” he said. You then understood what he meant, you were the only girl’s heart he owned, that he had given his own heart to. He pulled you closer the two of you swaying side to side. Dancing in the dark, between his arms. Barefoot on the grass, listening to your favorite song. If you could stay here forever with him, you would do it. Eventually Jimin’s mother called the two of you to come back inside. You sighed heavily trying to wipe at your make up “I look a mess,” you complained as the two of you walked back towards the door “You look perfect tonight,” he whispered underneath his breath.

Jimin went to change first leaving you with his family, all of them giving you disapproving looks, as if it was your idea to go out into the rain. “He can’t be getting a cold at a time like this, what about his career?” One of his aunts whispered loudly so you would hear. You let your head fall, waiting for Jimin to come back so you could change. You felt his lips against the side of your head “You’re turn baby,” he said and you nodded before rushing off towards the bathroom to change into your much less flattering sweatpants and sweatshirt combo. You sighed, your heart heavy. It’s hard enough to deal with the fans who don’t like you, but Jimin’s family, the people who matter, it just made things even harder for you. You pushed a smile on your face before heading back towards the living room. “I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know. She shares me dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home.” You slowed your walking curious as to what he was saying “I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets, to carry love, to carry children of our own-“ “You two are still kids.”

“We are still kids, but we’re so in love,” you said walking out, only looking at Jimin who’s eyes shinned brightly for you “Fighting against all odds, I know we’ll be alright this time.” You took his hand in yours holding it tightly, “I see the future in your eyes,” he said before getting down on one knee causing you to go wide eyed “What are you doing?” you asked getting him to smile “Something I was going to do before we were interrupted,” he said giving his mother the side eye. “I don’t deserve this but-“ “Jimin look at me-“ “Hush, you look perfect tonight. I have faith in what I see. In us. Be my wife, and I’ll be your husband,” he said before pulling the most gorgeous ring out of his pocket and holding it out in front of you. “Of course I will,” you replied barely letting him slip on the ring before pulling him into a hug.

Taehyung

Loving can hurt. It can really hurt sometimes. But it’s the only thing you know in your relationship with Taehyung, and when it gets hard, you have to remind yourself what it’s all for; him. It’s- He is the only thing that makes you feel alive. It was another night, and you were staring at the moon, wishing on the shooting star that these next few months would fly by and he would be in your arms again. He was on the other side of the skyline that split in two, miles away from seeing you. You couldn’t help but wonder if he could also see the stars where he was. You pulled out your phone and went through your photo album of you and Taehyung, all the memories you made together, your eyes never closing, hearts never broken, and time stood frozen. You were scrolling aimlessly until you found your favorite picture, it wasn’t as extravagant as some of the others, just the two of you in bed, wearing matching pajamas, smiling like there was no one but the two of you on planet earth.

You hugged the photo to your chest to keep yourself from tearing up. You remember him whispering in your ear ‘you won’t ever be alone. Wait for me to come home.’ You fell asleep clutching your home to your chest, and when you woke up you had a new text message from Taehyung, as if your boyfriend could read your mind ‘I swear it will get easier.’ Was all it said. You wished you were as unbothered as him, but he is busy constantly and you are just left here waiting for him to come home. You texted him back, a bit more snarky than intended but you left it and went to your favorite coffee shop. You were drinking your favorite drink, while reading a book in the corner of the store when your phone rang. You answered it quite quickly, not wanting to bother the other people in the store “Hello?” you said quietly into your phone. You heard a sniffle and your heart ached.

“You think it’s easy for me?” he asked sounding hurt, “Tae-“ “Every breath without you hurts, physically, it hurts,” he told you, and you could imagine just how he was clenching his fingers over his chest. “I-I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” you said tearing up “It just, sucks without you here-“ you couldn’t stop the tear that rolled down. You didn’t want to break down in a coffee shop, but hearing his voice only caused you to long for him more. “It’s okay-“ “no it’s not,” you replied shaking your head, none of this was okay “If you hurt me, that’s okay baby, only the words bleed. Just hold my picture, know I won’t ever let you go-“ “And wait for me to come home.” You both said at the same time. “I need you to pick up something for me,” he said causing you to furrow your eyebrows “What?” you asked wiping at your cheeks “You know my favorite Jeweler? I had him custom make me something,” he said, “Okay, “ you said getting up. He stayed on the phone with you the whole time, as the shop was not too far away.

The jeweler pulled out a gold locket and laid it out in front of you “Why this?” you asked looking at the details, it was gorgeous. “So you can fit me inside that necklace and wear it next to your heart, right where I should be,” he replied and you sadly smiled opening it to see the small photo inside of the one you longed to hold. You thanked the man before taking it with you “You didn’t have to,” you said while putting it on “I wanted you to have a piece of me,” he replied as if it was nothing. The two of you settled into a comfortable silence “When I’m away, I remember how you kissed me, under the lamppost back on sixth street- hearing you whisper through the phone- wait for me to come home.”

Jungkook

It was hard being in a relationship with an idol. Not because you have to deal with fans, and rumors, and paparazzi, you could handle all that. It was having to go weeks with little to no contact with him because he was too busy to even pick up his phone. It was having months where you questioned what you were even doing this for? You knew it would be hard, but this felt damn near impossible. You thought he had forgotten your anniversary, and even though you could think of a million different things he has to do- not even a text? Suddenly he arrived at your door with a duffle bag over his shoulder telling you, you had an hour before the two of you had to get on a plane. When people said they’d follow the one they loved anywhere, you thought they were crazy, but here you were packing a bag, going God knows where with your boyfriend.

When you woke up in the hotel bed, Jungkook was no where to be seen. You got out of bed, pulled on one of your lazy sun dresses, before walking out of the glass door towards the beach. Jungkook was set up with his camera, taking pictures of the sun as it rose up from the brilliant blue water. “Am I interrupting?” you teased standing next to him, basking in the sight, “you? Never.” He replied with out even looking at you. You stepped into the water before standing in front of his camera, hoping to block the photo, but his camera remained in place, as he adjusted it to take photos of you “You look so beautiful in this light… Your silhouette over me. The way it brings out the color in your eyes,” he said looking at the photos he had taken of you. “I hardly look beautiful,” you argued and he stood up shaking his head “You look so wonderful in your dress- I love your hair like that… the way if fall on the side of your neck, down your shoulders and back,” he said while running his fingers through your hair.

His arms pulled you to his chest as he hugged you close to his heart. You could feel how much he loved you seeping out of him. “I want you to know this is enough for me,” he said swaying the two of you side to side “all that you are…. Is all that I’ll ever need,” he added looking down at you. Jungkook wasn’t all the vocal about his feelings, so you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed “I’m so in love,” he said before leaning in to press his lips against yours. You forgot everything you felt over the last few days, knowing that nothing gets better than this, all those thoughts fade out when he takes a breath. He pulls his lips from mine “Marry me,” he whispered and you looked up at him with eyes wide, causing his cheeks to redden at the fact those words as slipped past the tight seal. “Someday,” you promised your cheeks burning equally as red. He giggled that wonderful giggle of his before dropping his forehead to yours.

Yoongi

You loved Yoongi with your entire heart, which is exactly why you married him and then decided to be the mother of his children. You knew Yoongi didn't want too many kids, in fact he really only wanted one, so you were nervous to tell him you were having twins. However, he took the news well, of course, he knew it wasn't your fault and as years went by, he was happy to have the two kiddos in his life and of course you were too. However, taking care of two young toddlers all by yourself can really take a toll on your mental health and quite honestly your physical. Yoongi had been locked in his studio for weeks now, trying to write music for his upcoming solo album. You understood, your really did, but you needed a break from the kids. You managed to bust into his studio and demand he spend some time with his kids.

Then the two of your started arguing, him using the 'you knew what you were getting into when you married me' card and you using the 'I thought when we had kids it would be different' card. Neither of you wanting to see the other persons side of the situation. Not to mention both of you were tired and irritable. You ended up storming out of the studio heading towards your bedroom, making sure to lock him out, not that he would be coming to bed any time soon. With you gone Yoongi had some steam to blow off and started writing some lyrics down. However, his flow didn't last long as he heard knocking on his studio door once again. Assuming it was you, and you were back for round two, he decided to ignore you, not wanting to get into the argument again. However, you were persistent and he was getting annoyed so he got up and rushed over to the door pulling it open only to be met with two set of eyes that looked exactly like his.

He knelt down beside the two of them and gave them a weak smile "What are you two doing out of bed?" he questioned ruffling his son's hair, and caressing his daughter's cheek. "Mommy was crying loudly," his son told him, and instantly a pang of guilt ran down his spine, "Do you not want mommy anymore?" he questioned and Yoongi imminently shook his head "No, I love your mother more than anything, appa just has his priorities messed up a little," he explained to the two of them. "I love my family," he said before scooping them up in his arms and bringing them back into their room. He tucked them into bed and sang them a song until they fell asleep and even he could hear your faint crying through the wall. He kissed his children on the forehead before quietly leaving the room heading towards your bedroom which he easily unlocked with his hidden key.

When he entered the dark room your back was faced towards him and he could hear the faint sniffling. He hated when you cried, even more when he knew it was his fault for your tears. He walked towards the bed and sat next to you "What?" you snapped at him without even turning to look at him. "Talk to me," he said simply and you turned around to look at him to see he was serious and you told him everything you had been keeping bottled up for weeks and how you just needed a bit of help. He felt bad that you had been dealing with all of this on your own, and he then decided to take a few days off from working on his mixtape to just spend with his family.

Hoseok

Hoseok was a passionate man. Everything he did, he did it with 110%. So whenever the two of you get into a argument it always blows up into something way bigger because he was passionate and you were stubborn. The two of you had stopped arguing the minute your five year old was in the car, but even the little girl could feel the tension in the air. You were staring out the front window with your arms crossed over your chest, jaw clenched, and your husband was gripping so tightly onto the wheel his knuckles were white. Neither of you spoke, and your daughter was too afraid to say anything because the two of you were acting so weird. Once you had gotten home you got out of the car and went straight inside leaving Hoseok to be the one to care for your child.

He sighed getting out of the car, and shook out his anger before putting on a smile and opening the backseat door "hey princess, how was school?" he asked unbuckling her carseat and helping her get out of the car. "Where's mommy?" she asked looking around for you "She went inside already, probably to make dinner," he told her. "She didn't leave us?" the little girl asked getting Hoseok to kneel down next to her "Mommy would never leave us, why are you asking such silly questions?" he asked the girl wiping a tear off her cheek. "You guys seemed really mad," she mumbled and he sighed wishing that children weren't so observant "We had a little disagreement before we picked you up, but it's nothing to worry about darling," he assured her kissing her forehead. "So you love mommy?" she asked getting him to chuckle and scoop her up "Almost as much as I love you darling," he said.

He carried her into the house and helped her get changed and set up with toys. With his explanation she seemed a lot better, happily playing with all her BT21 figurines. Hoseok made his way to you, searching in every room in the house until he found you in the kitchen angerly chopping up chicken. "Love," Hoseok said pulling you away from your task "Not now Hoseok, I'm making dinner," you grumbled, obviously still a bit pressed from the argument earlier getting him to chuckle at just how stubborn you were "Yes now," he said pulling you away once again to face him with an annoyed look. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and I'm so lucky to call you my wife, and have you as the mother of my children," he said causing you to blush slightly at the sudden complement "What's this all about?" you asked quirking an eyebrow.

He took a deep breath, his arms securely around you "I just want you to know that even if we argue, I still feel like the luckiest guy in the world to have you," he said getting you to set your knife down and wrap your arms around his neck "I know that Hobi," you assured him with a smile but he shrugged his shoulders "It doesn't hurt to remind you," he replied before pulling you in for a sweet kiss. You couldn't help but giggle and return the kiss, "I love you too Hobi, Even if we argue," you replied as soon as you pulled your lips from his "I know love," he replied giving you one of his signature smiles.

Namjoon

Being the leader of the biggest boy group in the world is a lot to handle, but add a wife and three year old son on top of that and it was safe to say Joon was always busy. So, even when he was at home, he was busy preparing for the next bts comeback, writing lyrics and talking with managers. It was starting to get on your nerves so you told him if he was just going to keep working when he was home why even come home. This blew up everything. The two of you were bickering like crazy in the safety of his studio, however, little to either of your knowledge your little boy had sneaked into the room earlier and hide under Namjoon's desk. After you had turned on your heels and left the studio, slamming the door behind yourself, Namjoon sat back at his desk.

When he wheeled towards his desk he felt his feet hit something and when he looked under his desk it broke his heart to see his confused little boy with tears in his eyes. "What are you doing under there?" he asked kindly picking his son up and placing him on his lap, "Do you just like being with me?" he asked brushing his hair out of his face as his son nodded wiping at his tears. His heart ached a little when he realized his son had hid in his studio because he knew that's where his dad would end up. He shouldn't have to wait for his father to go to his studio, he should wait for his father to come to him. "Did you hear mommy and I?" he asked sadly, he never wanted his son to see him like that, and thinking about it, he never wanted you to see him like that, "Was it scary?" he asked getting his son to nod.

"Sometimes when people are stressed, they hurt the ones they love the most with words," he said trying to explain to him in a way he could understand "It's not something people should do, it's mean. It's better to talk things out calmly and come to a solution," he added but at this point he was mostly talking to himself. He pat his sons hair softly "I love mommy very much, more than I could describe with words," he said getting the boy to smile, just happy to be in the presence of his father, "And I love you more than the entire universe," he added kissing his nose. He then stood up with his son on his hip and left the studio in search of you. He found you in the living room trying to distract yourself with whatever was on the television. He set down his son who went running towards his toys getting you to look at him "Was he in your studio again?" you asked knowing he liked to be alone in there.

He nodded before walking over and sitting down next to you "I think he misses me a little bit," Namjoon said rubbing the back of his neck. "I wonder why," you huffed looking back towards the TV, "You were right baby. I should be more present when I'm home with you two," he said getting you to look at him curiously "So, from now on, once I'm home I'm your husband, his father and that's it," he promised moving closer to you "I love you baby, more than words," he said putting his arm around you and you cuddled into his side. "I've missed you Joonie," you said and he kissed the top of your head letting you know he had felt the same way.

Jimin

Jimin hadn't been taking good are of himself lately and you brought it to his attention. Of course, Jimin felt more attacked than anything and the two of you ended up bickering between the two of yourselves. You were trying to express your concern but Jimin felt as if he was a child to you and couldn't take care of himself. It was more of a miscommunication than a fight but to a five year old girl it is all the same. You had given up on the conversation and told him to leave the kitchen as you wanted to start dinner. Jimin sighed walking into the next room where his little girl stood with wide eyes on the verge crying. "Princess hey," he said rushing over to her gently rubbing her tummy "What's the matter?" he asked getting her to sniffle.

"You and mommy were fighting," she whimpered causing his heart to break "No, we weren't, we were just having a little disagreement," he tried to reassure her that it wasn't that bad. "You were yelling," she said with a pout and he sighed "We're very passionate people," he said before picking her up placing her on his hip. "Mommy just worries too much about me when she should be focused on you," he said kissing her nose, "Maybe you shouldn't make mommy worry," the little girl said innocently, "She doesn't like when you get skinny," she said patting her father's cheeks. He hadn't realized that his daughter could see a difference in his body and face and the last thing he wanted was for his daughter to follow in his footsteps.

"Mommy's a pretty smart lady huh?" Jimin asked sitting down getting his daughter to nod her head up and down "Mommy's the smartest and the kindest," the little one agreed. Jimin looked at his little girl, who's cheeks usually resemble his own and he realized he was neglecting himself and you did have valid cause to worry. "Be good until I get back?" he questioned setting her on the couch "Okay," she said happily looking back at the TV that was playing some kids show. He then made his way into the kitchen to see you working on making a dish, "Don't worry I'm not making you any," you said once you noticed his presence. He sighed walking around the counter to wrap his arms around your waist "I know you care about me and that's why you worry. I've given you valid reasons to worry about my health in the past," he mumbled into your shoulder.

"How can I prove to you that me and the world will love you in any form you take?" you asked turning around to look at him with sad eyes, "Just keep doing what you do my love," he replied "Any maybe someday till get through my thick skull," he added before pressing a kiss to your lips. "Thank you for worrying about me," he said pulling away from you and you smiled brightly at him "Of course, it's my job as your wife," you replied before going back to cooking with a smile on your face "Now entertain our daughter," you said shooing him from the kitchen once again. he went into the living room and smothered his daughter with kisses and wondered how he could ever care what he looked like when he had the love of these two ladies.

Taehyung

You and Taehyung were stressed. Work was hectic and your only child was sick. Both of you couldn't just take off work but one of you needed to take care of the child. You were important to your work and so was Taehyung, however he pulled the idol card on you and all hell broke loose. You were shouting at him trying to justify how your job was just as important and demanding as his, but being the stubborn man he was he refused to acknowledge it. Your bedroom was as far away from your son's room as possible so you two didn't think he would hear, but little to your knowledge he had a bad dream and was coming to your room only to hear the two of you fighting through the door. You had, had it with Taehyung so you locked yourself in the bathroom and started taking the hottest and longest shower of your life.

Once the fighting subsided your son pushed into your bedroom and Taehyung looked at him with concern. "What's wrong my love," he asked kneeling down in front of the crying boy "Is your fever back?" he asked pressing his hand to his forehead, but your son shook his head no. "Then what's with all the tears for?" he asked scooping up the little boy, "I had a bad dream," the boy answered rubbing at his eyes. "Awe, buddy, it's nothing more than that," Taehyung tried to assure him but the little guy broke out into sobs "But you and mommy were fighting," he cried into his fathers shoulder. "O-oh... well people fight sometimes, it's natural," he tried to assure the child, "Do you still love her?" the son asked causing Taehyung's heart to break, he never once wanted his son to question his love for his mother.

"There is nothing in this universe I love more than your mom," Taehyung said sitting down on the edge of the bed with the little boy in his arm "Except maybe you," he added tickling the little boy's tummy. "I may fight with your mom, but it doesn't mean I don't love her. We fight sometimes right? Like when I say it's time for bed, or to eat your vegetables, and you still love me right?" he asked getting his son to nod "I love you most," his son said getting him to smile, "And I love you and mommy most," Taehyung told the boy. "How about you sleep with us tonight?" he asked getting his son to smile brightly and jump from his arms taking the middle of the bed. Taehyung chuckled before getting in next to the little one, softly singing to him and rubbing his back until he fell asleep. You eventually got out of the shower and looked at the little boy in your bed with concern "Is he okay?" you asked quietly.

Taehyung nodded "He's fine," he assured you before reaching a hand out towards you which you took allowing him to pull you to his side. You sat down next to him and he smiled fondly looking you over "I love you," he said getting you to blush at the sudden affection "I love you too Tae," you replied making his heart swell. "I'll talk with my manager and stay home until Y/C/N feels better," he said surprising you "Y-you sure?" you asked getting him to nod his head "Yeah. I support you and all that you do, just like you always have for me," he said getting you to smile and lean in pressing a kiss to his cheek "Where did i find such a lovely husband?" you asked getting him to smile "I'm working at it."

Jungkook

You were exhausted and to be fair so was Jungkook, he was working hard for the comeback and you were working hard managing your toddler and newborn baby. It was a lot more difficult than having just one kid and you were just begging Jungkook to help you. However, he was tired himself and since you stayed home all day with the kids he didn't see why you couldn't just keep doing it. The two of you were going at each others throats. You said he never helps you with the kids and he said that he's working hard so that you didn't have to work and could stay home with the kids. The two of you didn't even realize how loud you were being until you heard the soft whimpering of your newborn stopped the two of you. "I guess I'll get him," you grumbled pushing passed him disappearing to take care the kid, leaving Jungkook fuming and running his fingers through his hair.

Only then did he notice in the dark living room a small lump on the couch, as he made his way over he heard heartbreaking sniffles he knew belonged to his daughter. He sighed kneeling down next to the couch and pulling the blanket down to see his teary eyed girl. "Why the tears baby," he asked wiping the tears from her cheeks "Do you love mommy anymore?" she asked causing him to go wide eyed "Why would you ask that? Of course I love mommy," he said scooping the little girl in her arms and sitting down on the couch. The little girl shrugged her shoulders, nuzzling into her father "Mommy cries a lot," the little girl informed him causing to feel a bit guilty "I think she misses you a lot... I do, the little one said as she slowly relaxed into his arms, "I love all of you, the most in the world," he whispered stroking her cheek as she fell asleep.

Her words bounced around in his head, and it hurt him to think of you crying, especially in relation to him. He carefully stood up carrying his daughter to her room, gently tucking her in bed pressing a kiss to her forehead. He then walked out of the room and peeked into the room where you were swaying the baby, but he could see the tremble of your lips as you softly sung to the baby and the shiny tears rolling down your cheeks. He quickly rushed into your bedroom, not having the heart to watch you cry silently. Minutes later you entered the shared bedroom looking as if you hadn't even shed a tear, a slight glare in your eye directed towards him. He was quick to engulf you in a hug and you stiffened with shock in his grasp considering you two were currently fighting. "Jungkook-" you tried to push him off but he tightened his grip burying his face in your hair "Just give me a minute... Please."