this is all you’re getting for now because apparently the universe decided i needed to suffer through post-holiday sickness instead of finishing chapter 22 like a responsible adult. but i didn’t want to leave you completely starved, so please accept:
✨ wet swimsuit
✨ bare skin
✨ accidental straddling
✨ jungkook turning santa-suit red
consider this a peace offering. an apology. a threat.
thank you for being patient, for yelling in my inbox, and for staying feral with me. chapter 22 is coming—she’s just being dramatic.
love you. borahae. scream responsibly💜🐰
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Your palms hit his chest.
His hands catch your waist.
You’re straddling him.
In your very wet swimsuit.
On his very bare skin.
Way too fucking close for comfort.
The world stops. The storm outside vanishes. The already quiet cabin, goes quieter.
There is only heat—radiating up from him, curling between you, unmistakable.
“…are you okay?” Jungkook asks, voice low and rough, like it’s been scraped raw.
You blink, heart racing. “I—are you okay?”
You felt his head hit the floor. Felt the impact echo through him.
“Yeah,” he says quickly. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Then, softer—careful. “Are you hurt?”
“No, I just—” Your voice stutters. “I didn’t see you.”
“Me neither,” he says at the same time.
You both go still.
And then it hits you—like a delayed reaction.
You’re skin to skin.
Your thighs are resting on his hips. Your chest hovers inches above his.
His breath fans warm against your collarbone. His ears are cartoon-level red. Not subtle red—Santa-suit red.
He swallows hard. “Um.”
You look down.
And immediately want to pass away on the spot—like you wouldn’t stop your soul, if it wanted to evacuate your body.
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Quick little writing update because I cannot keep this to myself: Chapter 22 is basically DONE. Like… the bones are fully there, the scenes are alive, the emotions are emotionally devastating (as per usual), and now it just needs some polishing and tightening. HOWEVER—Tumblr has decided to be my mortal enemy because the chapter is currently sitting at 1,134 blocks and the limit is 1,000. 🧍♀️
Which means I now have to play the Hunger Games with my own words to make room for banners, page breaks, an author’s note, AND the tag list without sacrificing key details. Because you know I LOVE details.
So if you hear screaming in the distance, that’s me trimming blocks while whispering “I’m sorry, I love you” to every fucking paragraph. But!!! We are so close. Chapter 22 is coming. It’s real. It exists. And it’s trying to break Tumblr in the process. RIP me but also… worth it. 💀🖤
Also just to set expectations real quick: I’m not promising an exact date or time for when Chapter 22 will be uploaded. I’m still pretty sick, my family is also sick, and it is—respectfully—a full-on biological warfare situation over here. We are surviving, not thriving. 🫠 It’s a massacre.
That said, I am doing what I can at the pace my body allows and I’d rather take a little extra time than rush it while running on fumes and cold medicine🥲. Thank you endlessly for being patient and kind with me—I see it, I feel it, and I appreciate you more than I can ever say.💜
And as always, if you have any asks, questions, comments, concerns, emotional screaming, or just need to yell about the story—I’m here. My inbox is always open, I promise I’m not ignoring anyone, and I love talking to you all. Your messages genuinely keep me going. 🫶
Wow, that was a lot. Thank you for being here!💞✨ I’ll make another appearance very soon I promise! Godspeed🙏✨
