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I groaned getting up to a sitting position over the mess of covers as a sharp pain over the curve of my neck made me completely regret it, another painful groan leaving my lips, i tiredly massage the part where I felt the sharp pain trying to lessen the painful feeling.

Running my eyes through the room, my body froze. Taking in every detail of it as the memories from last night filled my brain, reality was a bucket of cold water on my face.

I was still in the clinic.

Still in Yoongis room.

Hand still covering where he bite me last night as the sharp pain made my body shiver as my messy brain connected the dots, the late appointment with Jungkook the bunny hybrid who was in heat and how the smell of another male affected Yoongi negative, to the point he bite me.

At the thought of him my head turned quickly behind me, trying to find him over the mess of covers as the lights slowly turned back on. Immediately regretting the sudden move as the pain seemed to only worsen.

My eyes locked over his presence as he lays there still sleeping calmly, chest moving slowly up and down. A soft look on his features almost so innocent, so peaceful i almost forgot about the angry hybrid who had bite me.

This was my chance to leave.

My hands supporting my body at my sides as I tried to slowly make my way out of the bed, I heard him groan and turned around to look only to find him still sleeping peacefully, a sight of relief leaving my lips. He looked so calm and the way his scales shined under the soft light of the room as it turned back on made him look heavenly, so unreal how such a dangerous kind could look so beautiful.

He looked like a diamond shining under the lights at the way his scales were a soft gray and lilac, so soft it looked almost unreal to be stared at.

I needed to leave immediately, soon it would be time for his mornings appointments and Namjoon would be here. I still had to get ready to work, and then do something about this bite on my neck and his poison on my veins.

The poison. I still didn’t know the side effects of it. Only that besides the bite it didn’t hurt at all.

I got up after I was done recollecting myself, still a bit dizzy i made my way to the door but before I could take another step I heard his voice behind me.

- going already? - startled I stopped in my tracks before I could even move any further from him.

I turned around quickly almost tripping as I did so. He sat over the bottom of the bed, hand running through his massy hair tiredly he blinked a few times getting used to the light before his dark orbs locked on mine.

- you… - I said but stopped immediately as he stood up and began to walk towards me. No words came to my mind. To afraid to even utter a single world.

Stopping a few inches away from me, he had a tired yet serious expression over his soft features.

- I bite you… - he smirked voice low and raspy, dark yes running over the bite on my neck.

I covered it immediately, a warmth rising up to my cheeks.

- don’t worry it won’t kill you… - he said, one step closer and he was mere centimeters away from me, closing the distance to whisper his next words against my face - in fact, when used at the right time it could be very pleasurable….

He smiled.

I gulped down, eyes falling over his lips the tips of his fangs showing a bit as he smiled. My cheeks going even warmer I quickly turned around making my way out his room. Even though I felt like falling to my knees from the dizziness, I needed to leave that room.

- see you in my next appointment y/n - He said behind me, I could hear the entertainment in his voice. Dripping of second thoughts over it.

Like his poison.

The cold air of the clinic hitting my face was a reminder I needed to feel the relief flowing through me, I gulped down as I rested my back against the door. I couldn’t make any sense of what had happened, I needed time to clear my mind over the facts that had occurred in the last 12 hours, no thinking once I made my way to the elevators. Hand covering the bite.

He left a mark. I’m sure of it.

I had to wash up as soon as possible before Namjoon gets to the clinic, looking in my pockets for my phone I find it to check up the time. It was six in the morning. I still had some time.

Leaving the elevators i rushed towards the staff room on the first floor, I opened the door making my way to my locker grabbing my bag from it quickly locking myself in the staff bathroom. I took a few breathes as I stood in front of the mirror holding the sink, my eyes looking over my neck and the red spot was very visible still bleeding a bit from the bite, the two spots where his teeth sank into my flash visibly clear on my skin, I cleaned it with some ointment and covered with a badged.

Throwing some cold water on my face a let the late events finally sink in. I tried to make out what was happening but nothing came to me. For a moment I almost hated him for that, but I couldn’t. Not when his life was at stake, not when he’s been neglected for so long.

Maybe I was being selfish, why would he trust me so easily after all that he’s been through? Maybe I was just hurt that he bite me, me off all people.

Why?

I wouldn’t run away from it, the thought that maybe that’s what he wanted. For me to run away scared of him, because that’s what everyone else has shown him. What Jin and everyone else here did, gave up on him. But I wouldn’t.

I changed my clothes with some spare ones I had on my bag, fixing my make up and hair I sprayed some perfume. I didn’t have much time now so I made my way out of the bathroom only to find Hoseok already entering the staff room.

- oh hey - he says, walking to his locker as he took of his backpack - you’re here already?

- yeah I had to take care of something earlier today - i quickly make up a lie, putting my bag back inside my locker as I fixed my identification card over my white coat.

- oh… so that snake hybrid is giving you hard work? - hoseok said, a glint of playfulness over his voice.

But at the mentioned of Yoongi I could only feel the heat coming up to my cheeks.

- yeah, a little bit… - I say, walking past him to leave.

Thinking I was finally free from this conversation, Hoseok questioned the thing I was hoping he wouldn’t.

- what’s this on your neck? - he said, a confused look over his features he walked closer but I took a step back making him stop immediately.

- nothing, just a scratch - I lied, giving him a smile I tried to cover the badge on my neck with my hair.

- oh… sure then, if you say - he gave me a small smile, eyes still over my neck worry on his eyes.

I gulped down turning towards the door to leave, i rushed out making my way to the elevators to start my routine at the clinic.

Hoseok wasn’t dumb nor was he slow, I’m sure he was trying to connect the dots about my neck. The fact that he mentioned Yoongi was clear he already suspected him, I should have covered it better.

What if he tells Namjoon?

I sight tiredly, getting inside the elevator I press the third floor button. I’ll just deal with it when it comes, for now I need to work.

Is the only thing I can do to clear my mind from all this mess of problems and snake thoughts.

[…]

My first appointment today was the bunny hybrid from last night but, this time I wasn’t alone. I had my assistant help me today with his treatment, after last night’s events I thought I would be better to have some help with this case, I didn’t wanted to make Yoongi agitated again.

This morning I would start Jungkooks treatment with heat suppressants and vitamins to help with dehydration. He needed to be strong and healthy before we put him into mating.

Today fortunately he was more calm and quiet, I noticed he would look at me from time to time as I talked with my assistant. How would stare at the bandage on my neck, I was a fool for even think he wouldn’t notice. Him having a Uchoa higher sense of smelling sure knew another hybrid had marked me.

- well star with a small dose of suppressant - I tell the assistant as he gives the medication to Jungkook - also make sure he have balanced meals too.

- so… I won’t be able to have my rut now? - Jungkook asked annoyed, eyes staring over me impatient.

- yes, you will - I tell him - but before anything we need to make sure you’re healthy for it, you haven’t been getting the treatments as a hybrid normally would, from the exams results you’re anemic and dehydrated, well first make sure you’re healthy and then I’ll put you into mating processe.

- oh… mating processe - he asked, doe eyes down at his hands on his lap.

- yes, you’ll be able to meet some hybrids and mate - I tell him, the only reason he’s taking the suppressants is to make it easier for us to help him. Bunny hybrids are by far some of the most uncontrollable when on heat, is hard to stop them they would rut with any specie that is close if not taken care off. Is not their fault. They can’t really control it.

He nodded and we carry on with his appointment. The entire time I could see how akward he was as I came closer, checks red from embarrassment. After I was done with his treatment my assistant left first, I said my goodbye but before I left Jungkook called for me.

- yes? - I smiled at him.

- sorry about yesterday- he murmured, playing with his hands over his lap.

- is okay… I forgive you - I tell him.

- I didn’t know you had a mate already… - he said, brown reddish eyes staring deep into mine.

My heart skipped a beat at his words. Mate. Just what was he talking about? Did he perhaps read the scent of Yoongi on me wrong? What did that mean?

I simply couldn’t find an answer for it. But I didn’t had the time for as my phone stared to ring, my next appointment was sat for now.

I checked my next patient and carry on my schedule for the morning. Deciding to let any thoughts about a snake hybrid for later.

The morning stared calm, I didn’t know I would be so busy as time passed. Almost all of my patients today had exams done early today as well as some check ups with them i had to make sure they were healthy and getting their treatments done, some where low on a certain vitamin and some were ready to start the mating process.

Nothing out of the usual. Just busy.

Enough to make me forget about the appointment with Yoongi later, I felt my entire body froze when my phone began to ring Namjoons name shining on the caller. He began to call me nonstop from time to time, still remembering our discussion I didn’t really wanted to talk to him over the phone.

I rushed to the elevators finding Namjoon stading there phone on his ear as he kept calling me, I turned off my phone patting him on the back as I finally stood behind him.

He turned to me, putting his phone down once he notice my presence.

- sorry, busy morning - I tell him, he only nods and signal for me to get in the elevator before him.

As I do he fallows behind pressing the 6th floor buttom. A few floors pass and we don’t say anything, the akward silence inside the elevator was thick enough to cut it with a scissor. I looked at my feet, the sound of paper flipping as Namjoon looked over Yoongis treatments for today.

- he has to take his medication and vitamins as usual - Namjoon says beside me, finally cutting the silence - he will be having his medical bath too for his shedding.

- it’s today? - I turned to him surprised, I thought it would take a few more appointments before we jump to the most troublesome one.

- yes, he’s in a difficult situation, his skin is in a very bad condition - is what he says before the door of the elevators opened.

We both walk out, the way towards Yoongis room is quiet no one says anything. Not thinking much about our disagreement as my mind is filled with thoughts about Yoongis condition, how much he must been lonely all this time in such condition and the fact I would be in the same room while he baths.

Namjoon stops which makes me also stop, looking up I realize we are here already. I give him a small smile and before I can open the door he grabs my arm gently.

He looks troublesome, knowing him he was probably running through the words before saying anything to me, eyes staring into mine in a apologetic expression.

- I’m sorry… - he says, i look up to find worry and regret in his eyes -…. about yesterday, nothing I can say will erase what I said to you but, I’m truly sorry. I know you and how much of a great doctor you are, I’m sure you’ll do great with this case.

- thank you and I forgive you - i say, Namjoon must’ve thought about this a hundred times. I know he would never mean those things we all can get angry at times.

This case it’s the most delicate we had, not only that but is the first time we ever worked together. Everyone can have disagreements sometimes, Namjoon always had been the type to hold his emotions until he explodes and say a few things he might regret. But he’s not a bad person.

Giving him a smile I opened the door to the snake hybrid room, the hot air welcoming as I entered. Bringing memories from last night to the surface of my mind and heat to my face, but I hid it well.

I tried to play it cool as if nothing had happened, begging in my mind that Yoongi wouldn’t comment on any of it in front of Namjoon. It could only make things more difficult than it had to be.

Namjoon fallowed me behind preparing the medication and vitamins for me, the change felt weird for me. I was so used to being the one preparing medicine and tools for the doctors for the first time I was leading one.

At the sound of us and the lights being turned on Yoongi got up from his bed sitting a boring expression on his fratures as he eyes Namjoon behind me head tilting slightly to the side.

- today will start your medical baths to treat your skin - i began nervously, Yoongi looks up at me almost immediately. Glossy eyes and red cheeks. I look at him confused but don’t comment on it.

- here yn - Namjoon says beside me, I smiled at him taking the syringe from his hand.

- I’ll give you your meds and once your bath is ready well take you to it - I tell him stoping in front of him, he only nods brushing his long dark hair away from his face.

I opened his shirt a bit to expose his arm for me to apply the medication, this time Yoongi made a face of discomfort. Something felt off but I just brushed out of my mind, once I was done i returned the syringe to Namjoon. Before I could take one step away from him he held my wrist.

I turned slightly to him only to realize he wasn’t looking at me but the floor, a pained expression on his features eyes closing slowly as he began to fall from the bed.

I moved quickly to hold him before he could hit the ground, holding him tight in my arms he felt hot almost too much for his normal body heat. With my other hand I checked his temperature by touching his forehead, his body weighted over me making me almost fall.

- he has a fever - I tell namjoon. I hear him moving behind me.

- that’s not good - he says closer to me - i should take a few exams then. He should rest a bit before the bath.

- are you sure? - I asked him worried, it happened so fast I wasn’t sure of it.

- yes, trust me - he said. I only nodded.

I hold Yoongi upwards, getting up I take him back to the bed trying my best to lay him down as carefully as I could. Dark glossy eyes starting into mine when my right hand brushed at the back of his neck as I lay his head over the bed, feeling the scales on his skin at the tip of my fingers my breath got stuck on my throat.

I was so lost in his features to realize the delicate touch of his hands sliding up my wrists to my arms, completely mesmerized by him. As if I was being hypnotized, his hands closing over my shoulders to extend them over his head my knee that was between his legs keeping my balance almost giving in. My entire body felt the wave of heat coming from his, needing him, wanting him.

It was wrong. He probably didn’t even knew all of this was happening, he looked completely out of it.

In one breath I took all i had in me to lift myself from top of him, standing in front of him I see how his chest moved up and down as he sighted slowly, he extended his arms up over his head the shirt lifting up a bit as he did so exposing the scales on his hips. He was taking deep breathes, eyes still locked into mine his face was red and I could clearly see the arousal forming under his silk pants.

I quickly turned back feeling my checks hot, not being able to look at namjoon as I made my way to him.

- should we go? - I asked him.

- yeah… it shouldn’t take long for the symptoms to reduce - he says, fallowing me as I walk to the door.

Once I leave the room my body immediately calmed down at the cold air of the clinic, pushing my hair back as I sighted turning back to Namjoon my eyes searching for his in an attempt to forget dark glossy ones.

Even thought I was now out of his room I could still feel the heat from him, like he was inside every cell in my body.

- are you ok? - Namjoon asked, closing the door behind him.

- yeah… - I said, a sight leaving my lips.

He looks at my face for a bit, clearly confused at my reaction trying to understand it. I try not to give his inspection much mind as I see Hoseok coming closer from the other way of the corridor. His orange hair was a big contrast between the white walls, he had a bright smile on his face as he made his way to us.

- what’s this on your neck? - Namjoons voice brought my eyes back to his sharp ones once my brain realized his question.

- oh this… - my hand coming up to cover my neck where Yoongi bite me - nothing… I just burned myself with the curling iron.

- wow that must’ve hurt - he says.

- hey guys - Hoseok stoped beside namjoon giving a smile and I was thankful for him as Namjoon took his attention from me - we ready to take the hybrid?

- take? - I asked, staring at them both confused.

- oh, I forgot to tell you yn - Namjoon turned his attention to me - I won’t be with you for the Hybrid bath, so Hoseok will be your assistance.

He won’t?

- that’s ok but, why? - I asked.

- the female Snake hybrid just got here - he says - Jin told me to take care of her treatments so you’ll be fully in charge of Yoongi from now.

The female was here already. For some reason I get bitter about.

I got an anxious feeling with this situation, as thought I should be happy to be the one to take care of him knowing he trusts me the most between the doctors, the bite was making more nervous.

And the fact that the female hybrids was here only meant one thing, is was almost time for them to take him.

- don’t worry yn, I’ll be with you - Hoseok said, one hand over my shoulder a different light on his eyes but, I couldn’t decipher.

I was still completely lost on Yoongi. How am I supposed to help him?

[…]

We had our lunch break together to discuss the next steps for the mating process, I wish I could say I was happy but knowing they were going to put down Yoongi afterwards made me sick. Not only that but, the fact I would be fully in charge of him now made me even more nervous. For some reason he seems more comfortable around me, yet he bite me the next day.

His behavior was starting to make me confuse, his poison made curious as well. It couldn’t kill but definitely had some effects on the human body, he also mentioned something about it but my mind was so foggy I couldn’t really remember much of what happened or his words.

Looking at the males on the table, my face must’ve told them something was wrong.

- you look like you wanna say something- Hoseok said, taking a sip of his americano.

- no, I’m curious - collecting my thoughts thinking of a way to ask it - Yoongi being a snake hybrid and having poison on his bite… what are the effects?

- oh, that is a good one - Hoseok said, turning to Namjoon - lucky we have the expert right here.

- I’m not expert, Jin just told me something’s from the tests that were run over the poison - Namjoon said.

- what did he say?

- well, the lab didn’t found much on the results as it was like it didn’t have any negative effects except - he came closer to us, talking lower only for our table to hear - it wasn’t enough to kill but, once one of our staffs was bitten they found a change in the structure of the poison.

- Namjoon not everyone is a smart ass like you - Hoseok whispered annoyed - translate please?

- it takes a few days to leave thw body but till it’s completely out of your system, it’s painful - Namjoon said - like being electrocuted or something.

- the guy in the hospital wouldn’t stop moving from the pain and had to be sedated for his treatment - Hoseok said, making sense of Namjoons words who only nodded to him.

- oh… that’s very interesting - i said, looking down at my food.

But I didn’t felt any pain.

I was dizzy but not in pain. I can’t really explain what it felt like apart from tiredness and an intense heat, it was so hot and my whole body felt like in a high.

I couldn’t understand any of it, it seemed the clinic also doesn’t know much about Yoongi. I would have to get the answers from the hybrid himself. I have to know why, this could be important to save him.

After lunch me and Hoseok went our separate ways from Namjoon, we walked quietly through no one said a word and I was thankful for that.

Once we stopped in front of Yoongis door I turned to Hoseok before we entered.

- I have to tell you a few things first - I began.

- yn, is okay is not my first time treating him - Hoseok smiled.

- no you don’t understand, he… doesn’t like other males - I tell him.

- oh only the pretty doctor y/n he likes hum? - he chuckled walking past me, my cheeks went hot.

He moved so fast I didn’t get the chance to stop him, in a second he was inside Yoongis room. I rushed behind him closing the door quickly. My body was getting used to the warmth of his room already.

Standing beside Hoseok I looked at him angrily.

- long time no see Yoongi - he said to the hybrid.

- you must have a death wish then - Yoongi said groggy lifting half of his body only, he had a smirk on his face as he scanned the room.

- you - I said to Hoseok turning him to look me harshly, anger filling me - he is my patient, when I tell you to listen you listen I didn’t let Namjoon risk this and I won’t let you either.

Hoseok looked at me not saying a word, he blinked before swallowing.

- you friend was bitten, do you want to say hi to him in person? - I asked. He only moved his head side to side. - exactly.

I sighted, hand over my forehead. God the males in this clinic are driving me insane.

I turned back to yoongi who was now sitting in his bed, looking at us confused yet amused. The smirk still facing on his lips.

- you feel better now? - I asked him.

- didn’t felt bad before - he answered, eyes looked into mine.

- your bath is ready… - I turned my gaze away from his, the memories from his state before bringing a warmth to my face - Hoseok will help me today.

Turning to Hoseok he walked to me with a collar on his hand.

- here is the collar - he said, showing me the metal collar with a chain. I looked at him in disbelief - what? Is a protocol for red code hybrids no matter the species no matter the case he must wear it.

- okay… give me - i take the collar from his hands, feeling the weight of it before. It had a smart lock and it didn’t weight much, it felt lighter on my hands.

After making sure it wouldn’t bother him I made my way towards the hybrid, Yoongi immediately stood up once I stopped in front of him. Lifting the collar to his neck I could feel his slow breathes hitting my face, sharp eyes scanning my face as put the collar around his neck carefully. Ignoring the look he was giving me. The closeness of our bodies making my checks heat up, locking the collar around his neck making sure is not tight I looked at him searching for any discomfort but he seemed fine with it.

The ghost of the memory of his scales softly touching my fingers was enough to bring my eyes to his, dark shiny orbs looking stray into mine.

I swallowed hard turning away from him. I could feel the heat from his body already.

- let’s go then - i say making my way to the door, ignoring the smirk from Hoseok.

On the way to the baths Hoseok explains to me how the collar works and why is needed, turns out is a way to put the hybrid to sleep if he behaves in a threatening way or tries to scape. He will be electrocuted if he does so, the collar can sense if the levels of adrenaline of the hybrid are off and it will make a sound to alert the one responsible for him before he is electrocuted.

Knowing Yoongi made me cringe at the idea of having him on that collar but, at the same time i understood. I couldn’t deny the truth either. I didn’t know him completely. I thought I did and he bite me. I couldn’t risk it anymore but at the same time, I wouldn’t let him get to that point. At least I would try to.

Having him fallow me in a collar felt weird, holding the chain as he walked beside me between me and Hoseok had a weird affect on me. Hoseok kept talking till we get to the floor, I wouldn’t make any effort to keep the conversation going the heaviness I felt on my shoulders from Yoongis eyes on me was hard to ignore. Even if I try to I wouldn’t be able to make any sense of words.

I knew he was looking at me, I don’t know why though. I couldn’t decipher him at all. He was a mystery I couldn’t get any closer to resolve. Every time I thought I knew him he would change my mind completely.

Once we got there for the bath, Hoseok began to get all the medicine ready for me and I prepared a second hand of clothes for Yoongi. The bathroom was changed to accommodate his needs and it will be his personal bathroom for as long as his skin treatment continues or for as long as they let him live.

The bathroom was big, it had a closet for towels soap, bathrobe and everything might be needed. In the middle of the room was the bathtub, a round bathtub filled with warm water and medicine for his skin.

From his lasts exams the bad state of his skin was stopping him from shedding, making the skin get stuck with layers of dead shedding. We would have to apply the medicine over it and then with the help of warm water remove all the dead skin from his body.

- I’m done yn - said Hoseok behind me. I turned to him after gathering some towels and putting them beside the clothes over a small table that was closer to the bathtub.

- thanks, I’ll take care of it from now - I tell him, giving him a small smile.

- are you sure? - he gave me a look, walking over to me as he looked at Yoongi before whispering - are you ok, being alone with him?

- yes - I whispered back to him, although I wouldn’t mind his presence in the room as I treat Yoongi - and he has the collar right? I’ll be safe.

- ok… if anything happens I’ll run that door opened and get you - at his words I chuckled nodding to him. He gave me a positive sing and walked to the door.

After he left I made my way to Yoongi who still stood there in front of the bathtub not knowing what to do.

I wasn’t the best when it came to his kind of hybrid but, I was good at taking care of wounds.

- so you’re not scared to be alone with me? - Yoongi asked as I came closer.

- well, you did bite me but - I stopped, once my eyes locked with his the same look from before still on his features. Dark glossy eyes and red cheeks. I should hurry with this. It wouldn’t be nice to treat him if he behaves like before, specially when I know nothing how his behavior works. No one knows much about the snake hybrid.

- should a strip for you? - he said suddenly. My eyes staring into his surprised.

- what? - my checks went hot. He chuckled and I notice the amusement over his features. I only nodded.

Making my way to get the medicine for his skin on the other side, I took a few breaths before doing it so.

What was wrong with me?

Grabbing the meds I turned back to him, the sight of his naked back took a breath away from me. He had scales that came from the back of his neck down his hip like a pair of wings, amazed at how unique it looked as well as worried. He clearly has been scratching his back trying to get the dead skin off, marks of scratching and dry blood all over his back.

I swallowed hard as I came closer to him, it looked worst from this close. He’s must have been through so much pain and discomfort.

- I’ll start aplaying the medicine on your back - i state, he didn’t say nothing.

Putting some of the liquid medicine over the cotton clothe on my hand, I began to slightly press it over the parts where he scratched badly. As the skin was dry i first had to clean the wounds before treating them, the hot water would help a lot more.

He still had some shedding to do as a few parts over his scales were coming off when I touched, some could feel disgusted by this but I couldn’t. I was completely shocked at how much they haven’t been treating him right.

- ouch.. - he murmured.

I immediately looked up to check on him, his eyes were closed in a painful expression.

- I’m sorry… I’ll be more gentle - I tell him, which makes him turn towards me. My eyes being meet with his exposed chest.

- not you… - he said, i look up to his eyes - this thing…

He pointed at the collar.

- it’s scratching my neck…

His skin is lot more sentive when shedding no wonder the collar is bothering him so much, not thinking twice about it I move my hands up to take it off from his neck. The click sound of it opening as did so.

- better?

He only nods his head. Glossy eyes still locked with mine.

I blinked, turning to put the collar over the table.

- you should get in the tub now - I tell him - I’ll give you some privacy as you do so….

Before I can turn for him to take off his clothes he holds my wrist.

- you can look… - he said, lips turning up in smirk - I don’t mind you looking at me.

I swallowed before turning away from him. My face was burning hot.

I heard him chuckled before the sound of steps and clothes shuffled, I heard him getting in the water. A breathy moan leaving his lips as did so. A sound so sinful and full of pleasure.

- that’s heaven… - he murmured - you can turn now.

- ok… - I turned to him slowly.

The sight was something else, never would i thought for a second to be here right now being the one to have such mesmerizing sight to look at. He was just sitting there both arms resting on the tub, eyes closed and a relaxed expression on his soft features. A few strands of hair over his face.

Completely naked under water in front of me, his scales shined a lot more now due to the moisture of the hot bath. The smell of lavender filling my lungs as I stand there.

What was it about him that felt so enticing to me?

I never felt this before. I couldn’t explain how he made me feel. With just a few looks and words from him I was completely under a spell, no matter what I was always coming back.

Maybe because I pity him? Maybe because I don’t want him to die?

Maybe, I just like him.

Maybe, just maybe is the way he looks at me. How those dark eyes hold so much mystery, how he’s so comfortable around me and how he looked so heavenly beautiful now.

All wet and comfortable inside that bathtub, how his scales shined so much more now making him look like a diamond himself. As if he was bathing in stars.

All for my eyes only.

- you’re staring at me - at the sound of his low voice I came back to reality. Clearing my throat as I walked closer to the bathtub.

- no I wasn’t - I lied.

At my response he slowly opened his dark eyes to look at mine, a tired expression laying on his features his eyes looked me up and down in silence as a small smile formed on his lips. I tried to look anywhere but him, nervously switching side to side hands behind my back as I stood under his gaze.

Almost cursing myself at it. Why am i so nervous? This shouldn’t bother me this much, I’m his doctor I should be serious.

- come here.

I looked at him stunted at his request.

- what? - i asked.

Maybe I was so overwhelmed by his presence and beautiful naked body in a bathtub in front of me, I began to imagine things.

- you - he said, more demanding this time - come here.

- I’m here. - I said, still not moving at all.

I swallowed hard. Suddenly my feet felt stuck on the ground. I couldn’t move even if I wanted.

- why? - he chuckled, it was unusual to see him smiling like that and he looked absolutely beautiful his entire face lights up when he smiled - you want me to get you?

He looked down at the water then back to me over his lashes, his smile slowly drifting to a smirk. My checks felt hotter then ever. Not wanting to make things more difficult I made my way to him, his eyes never letting go of me. I sat over the edge of the bathtub beside him.

- closer… - he only murmured, eyes running over my face.

I didn’t.

I couldn’t move.

The bite on my neck burned at the thought of getting any closer, the memory was still fresh over my skin. He seemed to notice as his features soften while he came closer to me. Resting his left arm on the edge of the tub to place his chin over his hand. Dark orbs staring at mine as he lifted his right hand up to softly push my hair away from my neck, exposing the bite.

- did I hurt you? - he asked, sounding apologetic.

- a bit… - i manege to say, eyes locked with his - why did you bite me?

- humm… - he murmured, eyes traveling over the bite on my neck up my face - to send a message.

- message? - I blinked still not getting his words.

- you should know… not to come to me smelling like another males rut - he said, a bit of anger on his tone eyes stuck into mine - and he should know not to touch you.

- oh…

He meant Jungkook the bunny hybrid I treated.

Of course. Hybrids get extra sensitive to another’s male scent, Yoongi must’ve had mistaken the situation. Is normal for us doctors to be in contact with hybrids in heat as we must take care of their mating process, i just didn’t know they could leave their scent on me like that.

- well he got your message… - I tell him, akward smile on my face - he thought I had a mate.

I chuckled a bit. Yoongi didn’t laugh though, only looked at me down to the bandage on my neck.

- sorry i hurt you… it wasn’t my intention - he said.

- it’s a bite… I don’t see how that wouldn’t hurt - my voice was lower for some reason, I felt shy around him like this. As if his words had second meanings I didn’t know how to understand.

- mine doesn’t… - at his words I turned my eyes back to his - I could show you but, only if you ask me to.

- I won’t.

- that’s ok for me… - the smile on his face seemed completely different from before, it had a glint of indecency.

I gulped down looking at my feet, cheeks burning hot.

The sound of water turned my attention back to him beside me, he moved closer now on his knees on the bathtub. I looked at him surprised, trying to keep my eyes from darting down towards his body.

If my face was hot before now it was in flames, he tilted his head to the side dark eyes staring right into mine. Drops of water falling from his chin and hair sliding slowly down his skin and scales on his neck.

He looked so fresh and clean, not that he was dirty before but like a new him just emerged from that water.

My breath stopped at my throat at the touch of his hand on my face, the tips of his wet fingers sliding slightly against my chin down my neck and stoping at his bite cover by the bandage. He took it off my skin slowly till the bandage was completely off, throwing it on the floor.

- you didn’t treat it yet - he said as his eyes scanned the wound, eyebrows furrying and voice a mere whisper.

- didn’t have the time yet - I told the truth, the whole morning I’ve been busy trying to forget who gave me the bite.

- in this case I can help…

He brushed my hair away from my neck coming closer to my face, glossy eyes staring at the bite. I immediately stopped him, my cold hand rested against his warm chest from the hot bath. He looked into my eyes as if my action had hurted him, I gulped turning my gaze away from his.

Face warm from nervous, no more bites, not now. I was still recovering from the first bite, another from him and my body would certainly betray me, I could still remember the effects his poison had over me the first time.

- I won’t hurt you… - he whispered, his breath mere centimeters away from my face making me turn to him.

In a second he wrapped one arm around my body holding me down, the other he held the back of my neck.

- No, Yoongi…

I knew I couldn’t fight him, my hands kept sliding against his wet shoulders as I tried to stop him.

But I couldn’t stop him, so I just waited for the pain. For him to sink his teeth over my skin again.

Yet he didn’t.

All he did was leave a long lick over the bite taking my breath away, my hands searching for his shoulder for support afraid a might fall but he only held me tighter.

My entire body was trembling at the feeling of his tongue on my skin, he didn’t stop at one lick and continue to suck on my skin.

- Yoongi?…

His name felt different this time coming from my lips, no bite yet I was in high on his poison again. My body tremble from his hot wet skin over mine, a gasp leaving my lips as he continued to lick over the bite.

At this point I couldn’t find the strength to let go, finger closing in a fist over his wet hair as I held him against my neck. It hit me in waves, the pleasure from his lips on my neck down my entire body.

He groaned against my neck, hand grabbing my hair holding my tightly against his wet body. Nothing made sense to me but it felt so good.

His nose brushed against my neck up to my jaw as he left small kisses and licks against my skin, hand grabbing my hair to make me look at him in the eyes. Glossy dark eyes staring into mine in such blissful way, I felt light headed as I stared into his gaze.

He rested his forehead against mine, small breathes as his hands slides down my body and stoping at my hips.

For a moment we just stared at each other, the tips of my fingers traveling over his shoulders to the scales of his neck touching them slightly. I held his face with both my hands as i caressed his checks with my thumbs, he closed his eyes slowly resting over my touch.

Nothing made more sense to me then us like this now, lips slightly brushing against each other I don’t think twice before closing the distance between us completely.

He groaned against my lips holding my tighter, fingers sliding under my shirt caressing my skin with warm hands. I gasped at the feeling, he bite my bottom lip sucking on it after.

He proceeded to to leave wet kisses along my jaw and down my neck, leaving me breathless. Hands pushing my shirt up at the bottom of my bra exposing my belly, he began to kiss it pushing me against him by the hips licking under my bellybutton.

He looked up at me glossy eyes staring right into mine before letting of me, completely submerging under the water in a big splash leaving me breathless needing more of him.

Emerging afterwards after a few seconds under water, he pushed his now wet black hair back eyes locked with mine the entire time.

He rested himself on the bathtub, a sight leaving his lips my eyes drifting down at his exposed chest.

Only realized I was biting my bottom lip till I taste the blood, the sound of the door opening as Hoseok entered the room waking me up back to reality.

- is almost time… - he said, eyes staring at me then Yoongi - is everything alright?

- it was - Yoongi interrupted, voice low and raspy - till you get in.

Hoseok scoffed walking towards me.

- is alright Hobi… - I tell him, making my way to the table with the towels, making sure my hair is covering the bite on my neck.

I took one and bringing it to Yoongi lifting the towel up for him to take.

- here - I tell him - dry yourself and then put on the clothes over the table.

He lifts himself up from the bath making his way where I stood, completely naked and wet. Eyes looking me up and down, the memories from a few moments ago making my cheeks burn. I kept my gaze on anything besides him, still noticing how he smirked while taking the towel from my hand with wet fingers.

I cleared my throat turning to walk to Hoseok who stood there just watching, stoping in front of him who looked at me, as if waiting for me to explain. I smiled awkwardly at him.

I didn’t say anything and just stood there, waiting for Yoongi to dry himself and get dressed. It didn’t took long though. Thankfully.

- done - Yoongi said behind me, I turned to find him right behind me the collar on his hand as he gave it to me.

I looked at him, for some reason i didn’t wanted to put it on him. I wish I could just walk normally with him to his room but, I had to fallow the protocols. I sight left my lips while locked the collar back around his neck.

He only stared at me, no discomfort on his face he had a calm expression over his soft features.

- lest go then - Hoseok said.

He walked ahead of us the entire time till we get to Yoongis room. For the first time Hoseok was quiet and I wondered what might have been the reason, he usually was so bright and never quiet. It made me worry I might have said something or if something happened while I was with Yoongi.

Could it be…. Maybe he heard us?

My cheeks burned at the thought. Oh no. Not him. Not Hoseok…. He will never let it go if he heard it.

Shit I was in trouble.

Next?

Notes: here it is! Finally! Hehe, sorry for any grammatical errors! 🥹

Did you know? Snakes lick all over their potential partner for mating to know if they are healthy? Hehe now you know 🤭

“Aurora.”

She could see the gardens filled with countless flora and fauna. Her skirts were flowing behind her as she chased the butterflies. The solid floral notes invaded her nostrils as she ran happily through the maze of rose-colored hedges. It felt magical.

Feet bare as the dew skimmed her feet, she felt free.

“Aurora.”

She paused, looking around. The haunting melody pierced her ears. Her bright hazel eyes became unfocused as she followed the music through the winding maze. She could hear nothing but the piece. It seemed as if all other sounds drowned it out. She made her way to the center of the maze to see the angel statue in the center of the water fountain. Her steps stopped as she gazed upon the stranger leaning against the statue. He lifted his head and placed the flute down. Adjusting his tailcoat, he sat up and held his hand out for her to take.

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

She reached for his hand, slightly jumping at the coolness. He smirked, pulling her closer to him, his hand encircling her waist.

“There’s no need to be afraid.”

She hadn’t realized she had been trembling until he spoke. She nodded as he leaned in close.

“AURORA!”

She turned towards the sound as he frowned, cupping her chin in his large palm.

“Pay no attention, my rose. You belong here with me.”

“I-”

He placed his finger on her lip, silencing her as he grinned widened. She noticed his canines elongate. She gasped as she tried to remove herself from his grasp.

“It’s too late for that, my dear,” he chuckled as she struggled.

Just as she began to scream, his fangs pierced her throat, silencing her.

---

Her eyelids fluttered open slowly. Her vision was blurry at first but gradually cleared as the minutes passed. She looked around at the surroundings of the bedroom—the only light source coming from the skylights. Besides s the basic bedroom furniture, it was bare except for a large bouquet of roses on the dresser. The sound of the horns from outside the window spooked her, making her cover her ears from the sound. She rubbed her arms, feeling the chill in the room. Her feet touched the floor, making her get back under the covers. Why was it so cold? She felt alone, terrified.

Where was she?

The sound of an instrument made her freeze.

Where had she heard it before?

She sighed and slipped out the bed, noticing the robe hanging off the hook, and wrapped it around her body. They stopped playing once they sensed her movement and turned around. She almost didn’t see the balcony doors open, and a figure was standing out there observing the view. She jumped in surprise upon seeing his face. He bent down on his knee, head bowed.

“Princess Aurora, you’ve been asleep for some time. Welcome to the year 2021.”

---

The kingdom had much to celebrate. It was Princess Aurora’s first birthday. People and magical creatures traveled far and wide to bestow gifts on this beautiful child the king and queen prayed to have. The entire kingdom and the surrounding area were invited to join the festivities.

Queen Leah held their daughter as guests came to their appreciation. The Moors’ neighboring kingdom bought the king of the Fae, his queen, and their eldest son along. King Stefan stood as the royalty of Moors approached. The two men embraced like old friends. Chuckling, Stefan stood back and bowed.

“A pleasure for you, come King Onyx and Queen Solara,” King Stefan said as he knelt to look at their son. “Jimin, you’ve gotten bigger since the last time I saw you.”

Jimin hid behind his mother, the shyness overcoming him. Queen Solara chuckled. “He’ll grow out of that soon enough.”

Onyx nodded in agreement. “Yes, especially when there’s talk of uniting our kingdoms in the future.”

Queen Leah raised her brow. “Stefan? Why is this the first time I hear this?”

Stefan adverted his gaze from his wife. “Oh? I thought we spoke of this before.”

“No, dear. We had not. But it’s a discussion best for when we are alone,” she smiled at their guests. “For now, let’s continue to celebrate.”

And what a feast it was. Nothing but joy and laughter filled the air. Jimin moved away from his mother and walked over to the bassinet Aurora was lying in. He peered in curiously, watching the infant. He pulled a silver necklace from his pocket and held it up for her. Aurora cooed, trying to reach for it making the boy giggle. He dropped it just as Aurora gripped the chain. The silvery pendant bore the arms of the Fae court. Queen Leah walked over to Jimin, patting him on the shoulder.

“Is that your gift to Aurora?”

He nodded, looking down. Queen Leah knelt in front of him and lifted his chin. “You have a very kind soul Jimin. I hope you and Aurora will be great friends as you grow older. She’ll need someone like you by her side. Promise me you’ll do that.”

“Okay. I promise,” he answered quietly.

---

Her eyes fluttered open as she rolled over to her side. She had fallen asleep in a meadow near the moors. Yawning, the Princess sat up, looking around. A smile on her face as the butterflies and pixies flew around her. She giggled as they began to play with her hair, braiding vines and rosebuds into her hair.

“There you are.”

She looked up as a man walked towards her.

“I was wondering when you’d find me, Jimin.”

The young man gave her his famous crescent moon smile as he joined her on the grass. The Fae Prince had grown up to be a pretty handsome being, brushing his ash brown hair off his face. While there were many choices of potential brides throughout the land for him to choose from, he only wanted one woman: Aurora.

Just being in her presence made his heart flutter. She was breathtaking, almost identical to the late Queen Leah. Her complexion a sandy brown, hair a dark curly brown, and eyes the color of hazel.

No matter how many times he laid his eyes on her, Jimin was smitten by his childhood sweetheart. They’d been inseparable since the first time they met; Aurora visited him in the Moors each chance she got or Jimin meeting her in the palace gardens to talk about their day.

“You’re late,” she said matter of fact, examining a leaf.

Jimin’s face was covered in a scarlet hue, making his eyes gray eyes stand out even more. “I tried to get away earlier, but my lesson went over longer than usual.”

“Hmm,” she crossed her arms over her chest. “You promised to meet me here at half-past noon.”

“Aurora,” Jimin pouted as he scooted closer to her. She turned away, trying to hide her expression. Jimin knew precisely how to make her laugh. They knew she wasn’t cross with him. She wanted to give him a hard time about it.

He continued to pout, resting his head on her shoulder. “You can’t stay mad at me, Rose.”

Aurora turned as he puffed his cheeks out, making her giggle. She gave him a playful shove making him fall backward but bringing her down on top of him. Aurora let out a soft squeal as she glanced down at him and smiled, lingering on his lips. She flushed at the nickname he gave her so long ago.

“Of course, I can’t stay mad at you, Jimin.”

He brushed his fingers on her cheek, giving her a loving gaze. “Did I ever tell you how much I love you?”

“Almost every day,” she answered airily.

Jimin adjusted his position so that Aurora was sitting in his lap, and they were leaning against one of the willow trees. If anyone happened to walk by, their presence would be hidden. He stroked her back with fingers staring at the bubbling brook. It was peaceful. These stolen moments together were growing shorter and shorter. Aurora felt content in his arms. Any worries she had were expelled.

“Are you excited about tonight?”

She shrugged as she rested her cheek and his chest, content with the beating for his heart. “What’s to be excited for? It’s like any other day.”

Jimin tutted, giving her a poke. It earned him a brow raise from her. “I think a birthday celebration is loads to be delighted about.”

“Not when it’s for your father to show off his child like a prized possession,” she mumbled.

Jimin frowned, still holding her. “You think he only cares about his status?”

“Yes.”

“Rose,” Jimin lifted her chin to stare into her eyes. “All that matters is us.”

“But Jimin–”

“Do you love me?”

“I–”

“What does your heart say?”

Aurora bit down her lip. She knew how much he meant to her. They were inseparable; there was no question about it.

“Yes. Yes, I love you.”

A smile across his face as he cupped her cheek. “Then that’s all that is important.”

She nuzzled against. “You’re right. I don’t want to spend another day without you, Jimin.”

Jimin’s heart swelled, and as pulled her into an embrace. The smell of her perfume evaded his nostrils, and he wanted to remember this memory for as long as he lived.

“Jimin?”

“Yes, Rose?”

“Kiss me, please.”

“For you, anything.”

His lips quickly found hers, brushing them against her. It was chaste, innocent. Aurora felt secure in his arms as he peppered her with soft kisses, making his devotion known to her and only her. She pressed herself against him as the kiss deepened. With sounds they didn’t think they were capable of erupting from their throats, Jimin gripped her hips, planting her there, not wanting her to move from him, afraid she’d float away if he let go. His tongue swiped her lower lip, earning a soft purr. His body trembled, craving to hear more sounds. Something feral seemed to ignite in Jimin as he growled softly, switching their positions to where she laid under him in the grass. Eyes half-lidded, Aurora gazed up at him with equal attraction and lust.

He bit down on his lip, studying her expression. He never wanted anyone as much as he wanted her at that very moment.

“J-Jimin,” her voice breathless and full of want.

He hissed, knowing he was already aroused. His body was on fire, craving to take her right there.

“Aurora! Aurora!”

Jimin cursed to himself as Aurora opened her eyes. She sat up, giving him a look of apology.

“Y-Yes?! On my way!”

She placed a quick kiss on his lips.

“I’ll see you tonight. Save me a dance?”

Jimin smirked, twirling a tendril of hair around his finger. “They’re going to be jealous when I keep you all to myself tonight.”

The trumpets blared, signaling the entrance of the royal family. King Stefan escorted his daughter down the staircase into the hall as the guests looked. Each was raising their glasses to the Princess. Jimin and his family met them at the foot of the stairs. The Fae prince bowed to the king.

“King Stefan, may I, Prince Jimin, take your daughter’s hand?”

“You may, of course, Aurora can speak for herself,” the king winked at his daughter. She smiled as she placed her hand in Jimin’s.

King Onyx cleared this throat. “I think tonight is the perfect night to announce the news, Stefan.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” he said as a hint of sadness filled his voice. “I wish Leah was here to bear witness.”

Queen Solara patted his arm warmly. “She’s with you and Aurora always.”

Stefan nodded as he stepped forward. “Attention! It is with great pleasure that myself, King Onyx, and Queen Solara of the Moors have united our kingdoms under the love of our children. The wedding will be held next midsummer’s eve. Please join us in the celebration as we not only rejoice in Aurora’s birthday but her engagement to Prince Jimin.”

The roar of the crowd filled the castle as Jimin leaned in to kiss her cheek and wrap her in a hug.

“I love you so much,” he whispered.

“I love you too.”

He pulled her at arm’s length as his eyes steeled. “I promise to protect you. I give my word and swear my life.”

Aurora bit her lip as she shook her head. “Jimin, you need to say that.”

“But I do. I promised your mother,” he explained, “You mean the world to me. A life without you is pointless.”

She felt the heat in her cheeks as she glanced at the floor. “Jimin–”

He chuckled, bending down to kiss her knuckles. “Alright, I’ll stop...at least until our wedding day.”

Stefan clapped his head and gestured to the entertainers. “Let the festivities commence.”

The royal families took their seats in the designated thrones. Soon a crowd of jugglers, magicians, and contortionists entered the hall. Their talents enraptured the group as they showed off their skills. Aurora watched in amazement as a man swallowed a sword while balancing on a board. She gripped Jimin’s arm in excitement, pointing to all the performers, and he watched her fondly.

Just as the cake was about to be brought out, the double doors burst open, making the gust of wind blow the banner hanging in the rafters and a chill sweep through the room. A lone person walked into the room, parting the crowd. Decked in a long black cloak obscuring his face, nothing was visible but his hands. He carried a thin, medium case. The guards seemed on alert, watching the stranger as they waited for the king to give any sort of indication to attack.

The stranger stopped a few feet from the thrones, dropping to their knee.

“Greetings, King Stefan. I’ve come to join in the festivities and grace you all with the music of my lands.”

Aurora was quite shocked to hear the voice. It was of a man’s, young and clear—full of confidence and maybe a hint of arrogance.

Stefan glanced at his guards signaling for them to stand down. “Welcome, stranger. Please share your music with us.”

He bowed and opened the case to reveal a dark wooden flute. Keeping his hood on, he brought the mouthpiece to his lips and began to play. The room went completely silent as the first haunting notes floated throughout the room. Aurora lost her hold on Jimin’s hand as she stepped forward. Jimin tried to hold his displeasure, frowning at the man.

Something didn’t sit well with him. The stranger walked into the room, playing to the crowd until he laid his eyes on the princess. He walked towards her changing the melody as if to only play to her. Aurora felt a pull of the music.

Lips dragging on her skin on a bed of rose petals.

Her face reddened at the thought. The man seemed to smirk under his hood, still playing. Suddenly he let out a sustaining note, and with his free hand, a deep red rose appeared in his hand. He held it up for Aurora to take. As she reached out for it, one of the thorns pierced her skin, making her drop the rose.

She winced in pain as droplets of blood beaded to the floor. Jimin ran forward, grabbing a handkerchief to stop the bleeding. A deep scowl on his face.

“He did that on purpose.”

The man bowed profoundly, eyeing the rose with the blood wetting the leaves. “I can assure you that wasn’t my intention, your majesty.”

Aurora gave Jimin a reassuring smile. “It’s just a cut, Jimin. See? It’s stopped bleeding.”

He didn’t look convinced as he looked over at King Stefan. The King stood waving to the guards. “Jimin, please take Aurora to clean her wound. I think we’ve had enough excitement for one night. Kind sir, we wish you well in your journey back to your homeland.”

He snatched the rose, pocketed it, and bowed. “I’m positive we’ll see each other once more.” He eyed the Princesses’ retreating form and exited the room, taking the chill with him.

Jimin led Aurora to a bench on the balcony near her bedroom. Once they sat down, a maid came out with some bandages and ointment. Jimin thanked them and started to assess Aurora’s hand.

“Jimin, it’s only a cut.”

“And the cut can get infected,” he admonished while cleaning the wound.

Aurora looked out over the edge staring into the dark of the night. The stars and moon were twinkling. She could almost hear that song as clear as day.

“Aurora–”

She blinked, turning to look at Jimin. “Y-Yes?”

His lips turned down as he stared at her. He brought his hand up to her forehead. “You’re not coming down with a fever, are you?”

She shook her head. “I’m fine. I promise.”

He didn’t seem convinced. “Something about that stranger didn’t sit right with me. He focused too much attention on you. He was too eager to give you that rose.”

Aurora sighed. “Sure, he was unusual, but minus me being clumsy, I’m fine.”

Jimin nibbled on his lip as he began to wipe the blood away. “I want to tell you a story.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

Aurora focused her attention on him as he placed some ointment on the cloth and dabbed it on the cut. She hissed at the sting, making Jimin stop. She chuckled. “I’m okay, Jimin. I’m not a child.”

He tutted and began to wrap the covering around her hand. “There was an ancient race of creatures. They lived on the edge of the Moors but far away enough that they weren’t under our jurisdiction. We called them the Sanguine, or drinkers of blood.”

“What happened to them all?”

Jimin shrugged. “It was before my time. Probably around when my great parents ruled; some say they died out. Others say a few survived and hid in the shadows or roamed the world, drinking blood for unsuspecting travelers.”

Aurora laughed incredulously. “I have a feeling this was a tale to scare the Fae children.”

Jimin blushed as he tied the bandage up. “Guilty, but I still want you to be cautious when you’re outside the palace. Too many things lurk in the dark.”

On the outskirts of the palace, the stranger walked into the woods finding a place concealed from prying eyes. He removed his hood and propped down against a lowing hanging branch. He placed the flute case on the ground next before revealing the rose from under his cloak. He felt giddy with anticipation as the blood still stained the leaves and thorns. His eye color altered from dark brown to red as a pair of fangs extended. He licked his lips, bringing the leaves closer, and took a few tentative licks.

A hungry moan escaped his lips as the red liquid touched his tongue. He closed his eyes in ecstasy.

“She’s the one.”

---

As the sun rays crept through the curtains, the two figures barely stirred in the bed. The male rolled over and snaked his arm, the woman’s middle pulling her close to him. The comforter fell off her shoulder as his lips found their way onto her skin. They traveled from her shoulder and up the curvature of her neck. Her senses awakened, and she squirmed against him, trying to hold in her moans. A smirk played on his face as he continued kissing the spot behind her ears, using his free hand to lift the tank top she wore. His hand slid up her stomach, caressing her skin. He loved how she arched into his touch as he reached a firm breast plucking at the pert nipple. He grunted, feeling himself get hazy. The heat was rising in his cheeks as he craved her. And from the way she was responding, she wanted him as well.

“Jin,” she let out a hungry plea.

That was all he needed. He tugged her bottoms off and slipped her panties to the side, not wanting to waste any time. He practically ripped his pajama pants off and lined himself at her entrance.

“Already slick for me,” his tone hushed; the warm breath tickled her neck.

She let out a whimper trying to push back against him. Jin chuckled darkly. “Needy as well? Can’t wait for me to fill you up, huh?”

“J-Jin, please,” she begged, gripping the pillow in front of her.

“As you wish, Princess,” he cooed.

He slipped past her folds, gasping with content. She felt so warm, clenched around his length, throbbing, almost erupting right then and there. Jin rested his forehead on her back. She lifted her leg for a better angle as he started to thrust slowly, dragging out each one for her to feel. The sounds of skin slapping, grunts, and moans filled the room.

It was euphoric; each time with her felt like the first. He couldn’t get enough of her. When he felt her leg cramp, he adjusted their position to sit on top, but her back faced him. He ran his finger down her spine, watching her body shiver and keen into his touch.

“Make yourself feel good, Princess.”

She nodded as she sank on his cock, purring at the return of his cock in her cunt. He bit back a moan as his hands gripped her sides, making her ride him at once.

“Fuck, Princess, you’re so tight...so warm,” he stuttered.

“Ah...Jin...you feel so good,” she cried out.

He sat up to grope at her breasts, helping her by moving his hips. She turned her head as their lips found each other in a heated and languid kiss. His tongue probed her mouth, craving permission, and she gladly obliged. Sucking on her bottom lip, he didn’t want this to end. Fangs slid into view as they grazed her pulse points, elevating her heart rate. He let it prick her skin, drawing blood, and lapped at the trail, letting out a wanton moan.

She felt the knot in her abdomen come undone as she knew her release was coming. Jin thought it, too; the quivering of her walls around his shaft made his hips start to stutter.

“Princess, we’re coming together, you hear me,” he squeezed her sides, so many marks began to form. He bit and nipped at her neck and shoulders as their hips snapped harder against each other. She paused mid-stroke as an electric current ran through her body. Her head flew back as her lips parted, making a desperate filthy cry. In awe of her orgasm, Jin rode hers out and kept her in place as he followed soon after, coating her wall white as he emptied his seed into her womb.

Drained, they both fell back on the bed, sweat dripping from their forms. He reached over, bringing her to his chest, and kissed the top of her head.

“I love you, Aurora.”

---

Aurora let the water cascade down over her head as she began to wash. Humming to herself, she poured shower gel on a loofah and began to cover her body in suds. She turned just to see Jin at the shower doors, ready to knock. Hair still wet from his shower; he hung his towel back on the hook.

“Almost done?”

“Mhmm,” she said, grabbing the nozzle to rinse.

“Good. The car should be within the hour. I left your medicine on the sink,” he replied, taking the opportunity to kiss her forehead before walking out the ensuite.

Aurora’s cheeks flushed as she finished her shower and stepped out. Wrapping herself in the towel and picked up the small bottle on the sink counter. She twisted the cap off gulped the dark liquid down. Aurora shuddered as the color came back to her cheeks as she looked more vital in the mirror. With a final nod to her reflection, she walked out to get dressed. Jin was waiting for her at the door with her duffle bag. She couldn’t help but be smitten by how he looked today. Hair swept back, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He wore a black leather jacket, white shirt, black jeans, and boots.

As she reached for her bag and Jin pulled away with a smirk. “C’mon.”

“You don’t have to do that, Jin,” she said while following him to the elevator.

“I want to,” he answered. “It’s no problem.”

They got inside the elevator, and Jin pressed the lobby button. He glanced over at Aurora and reached for her hand, squeezing it.

“Tired?”

She shook her head. “I’m fine.”

“I feel guilty for waking you up earlier.”

Aurora stood up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “No, it was just what I needed.”

“Nervous about today?”

“Not really,” she replied before looking up at him, “Why? Should I be?”

Jin pretended to zip his lips. “Trade secret.”

She scoffed, squeezing it, rolling her eyes. “Just ‘cause you’re the creative director doesn’t mean you can use your position for evil.”

He laughed just as the doors opened. “Just ‘cause you’re the prima ballerina doesn’t mean you get to know about the show.”

---

“Attention!”

The room of dancers fell silent as they turned to the five people standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors. Jin stood in the middle with a smile.

“Welcome again to another wonderful start to the season here at HYBE Dance Company. For those of you new to the company, I am Kim Seokjin, the company’s creative director. I was impressed with each and everyone one of you who auditioned to be in the dance corp. To open the season, we will be doing Swan Lake.”

“On the right is our music director, Min Yoongi.” A solemn face man with dark hair dressed in all black nodded to the crowd.

“Our costume designer, Kim Jisoo,” the woman to the left gave everyone a tiny wave and smile.

“The last two are our talented choreographers Ten Lee and Mina Myio.”

The pair gave polite smiles to the dancers.

The dancers clapped politely as Jin paused. He motioned to the right, and Aurora stepped up. “Our prima ballerina, Aurora, will play the parts of Odette/Odile.”

Jin glanced around the room as a frown formed. “It seems my Prince Siegfried isn’t here. We’ve brought in a guest dancer for the male lead for our sister company in Australia. Well, no matter, to continue with the casting–”

The door to the studio swung open, and everyone’s eyes went in that direction. The man walked in, swinging a bag over his shoulder. Fingers combing through dark blue locks that fell over his head. His eyes were a bright, piercing gray with multiple silver earrings dangled from his ears. Dressed in a white shirt, dark pants, and combat boots, he looked like sin personified. The females and even a few males eyed him with interest. The air felt tense as Jin stared at the man. Realization covered his face momentarily before he hid it with a scowl.

“Tardiness is not tolerated,” he hissed.

The man chuckled softly, giving a mock bow. “Apologies. Traffic from the airport was brutal. I’m–”

“Park Jimin,” Jin interrupted. “Yes, we’ve been expecting your arrival. Welcome to HYBE DC.”

He was introduced to the corps, and everyone surrounded him to greet him. Jin beckoned Aurora over near the doors. He ran his thumb along her arm gently.

“I have some meetings to attend, but I’ll come to pick you up later on.”

She hummed in understanding, turning her head to Jimin. “He seems popular.”

Jin snorted with an eye roll. “I’ll admit he’s quite talented. You’ll have a great partner for the ballet; however, he’s been rumored to be a bit of a playboy.”

Aurora smirked, giving Jin a poke in the side. “Getting jealous?”

“Hardly,” Jin whispered before stealing a quick kiss on the lips, winked, and slipped out the room.

Aurora sighed, walking back into the dance studio. Everyone had already dispersed from the new dancer, having gone off to do their stretches. She went over to where Jimin placed his bag as he changed into his slippers. He paused, seeing a shadow fall over him. Once he saw her standing there, he straightened his posture.

“Hello.”

“Hi, I’m–”

“Aurora. Yes, I’ve seen your work. You’re extremely talented,” Jimin complimented. His voice sounded like wind chimes. So delicate, but something else lingered. Her face tinted bright red as she stared at the ground.

“That’s very kind of you to say.”

He grinned as he zipped up his bag. “I don’t give compliments so easily. I mean what I say, and I look forward to dancing with you.”

Her eyes caught the silver dangling around his neck as it swayed. Jimin raised his brow as he followed her gaze to the necklace. “Like it?”

“It’s...unusual. I’ve never seen anything like it,” she bent down to examine it further. “What is the symbol on the front?”

“A crest of a very old family,” he answered casually. Jimin removed the necklace from around his neck and held it out for her without a second thought. “Here, you can have it.”

She stepped back in disbelief. “That’s inappropriate. I can’t accept that from you.”

“You can,” he stated. “Think of it as a gift, a friendly gesture to new friends. You should wear it. I think it suits you.”

She nibbled on her bottom. “Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

Aurora’s hands stretched out to take the necklace, and as soon as her fingers brushed across the silver, she felt a jolt and her eyes glazed over as images ran through her mind.

A ball with twinkling lights. The crowds parting for a long couple to take the center.

A garden with countless roses in bloom…

A kiss...

Two people enraptured in one another’s arms.

A promise made with love…

Aurora gasped, dropping the necklace on the floor. Jimin bent down to pick it up, holding out once more. Concern crossed his face studying her face.

“Are you alright? Your face is a bit clammy.”

Her breathing was shallow; she removed the hair off her face and gave Jimin a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m fine. Thank you again for the gift.”

She took the necklace with some hesitation and placed it in her bag. She shook her head and walked off deep in her thoughts. She changed into her pointe shoes, ready to start their class. Ten walked to the middle of the studio and clapped his hands.

“Please line up and begin your exercises.”

Everyone found their place on the barres, ready to start. Mina nodded to Yoongi, and he began to play the piano.

---

The door opened, and the dancers piled out chattering about where to eat. Aurora waved to them all, packing her bag. Jimin waited a moment to walk over, shoving his hands deep in his pockets.

“Hey.”

She jumped slightly, giving him a nod. “Hi.”

“Are you going out to eat with everyone?”

“No, I’m probably gonna head home,” she replied as she put on her jacket.

“Oh,” he scratched the back of his head thoughtfully. “Well, if you’re free, I’d like to take you out for coffee or a smoothie.”

Aurora gave him a sympathetic smile. “That’s a very nice offer, but I don’t date my dance partners.”

Jimin chuckled, shaking his head. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I wasn’t asking you on a date. I wanted to pick your brain for a bit about dance.”

Now she felt embarrassed. Aurora bit her lip. “Sorry. Sure. We can hang out one day after practice.”

A knock came at the door as Jin stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. She gathered her things quickly and began walking over to Jin.

“I’ll talk to you later, Jimin.”

Jimin waved to her and gave a nod of acknowledgment to Jin. He watched them walk away as his expression turned gloomy.

Do you not remember Rose?

---

Jin glanced at Aurora as they got into their town car. He put on his seatbelt before turning his attention to the driver.

“You can take us home,” he instructed while taking Aurora’s hand into his.

“Dance practice go well?”

“Mhmm,” she answered, her mind elsewhere.

“You’re gonna do amazing as Odette and Odile,” he gushed. “It was a no-brainer to cast you as both.”

“It will be fun to try something new.”

The tension grew as Jin brought up the elephant in the room. “What did Jimin say to you after practice?”

Here we go.

“Does it matter what he said?”

Jin had to delve into this line of questioning very carefully. He couldn’t let on that he was jealous or even the fact that he knew who Jimin was.

I never thought I’d see him again.

A smile stretched across his lips, and he leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I can be a concerned boyfriend.”

“Nothing for you to worry about.” her brow quirked as she stared at him for a moment. Blinking, she turned to look out the tinted window.

This is what I hate about him, she thought.

“If you say so, I’ll back off. You know I care about you Princess. Your career is the most important thing–”

“I know, Jin,” she sighed before rubbing her temples, “Can we talk about this tomorrow? I just want to rest when we get home.”

He kissed her hand and each knuckle. “Of course. Love you.”

“Yeah. You too,” she mumbled.

Once they arrived home, Jin went into his office to work on some paperwork for the dance company. Aurora took a shower and walked into their bedroom. Dressed in a tank top and shorts, she went over to empty her bag placing the clothes in the hamper. The glint of silver caught her eye, and she grabbed the necklace out of the bag. Studying the crest, it felt so familiar. She plopped down on the edge of the bed with an intense stare. Her thumb grazed the symbol lightly.

“Rose.”

Aurora looked around the room wildly. Where had she heard that name before? She trembled, placing it on the nightstand next to her. It made her uneasy, but she didn’t want to tell Jin about it for some reason. She hid it under her pillow and laid down staring at the ceiling. All she could see were those piercing gray eyes.

Who was this Jimin, and why did he haunt her thoughts?

---

The weeks went by as the dance troupe rehearsed for Swan Lake. Aurora pushed herself to the limit, dancing like she never had before. Partially due to Jimin being her partner. His dancing enamored everyone; his movements were so fluid. It was hypnotizing. Being her partner Jimin was gentle but firm, guiding her as she discovered new things to do. It was refreshing for the young woman.

She barely saw Jin throughout the rehearsal process. He kept himself busy with meetings and preparing for the ballet performance. The only time they saw each other was at home. That suited Aurora just fine. She continued to hide the necklace from him, still unsure what to do with it, but she would keep it close to her at all times. Something about having it close made her feel safe.

One evening after a late dance rehearsal, one of the dancers came up to Aurora.

“Hey, we’re all going out for pizza. Wanna come with?”

Why not give it a chance?

She grinned with a slight nod. “I’d love to come.”

The dancer smiled. “Great! We’re all going to walk there together.”

She ran back over to the group just as Jimin sauntered over. He swung his bag over his shoulder. “Heard you were going out with the group.”

“Yeah. Are you going too?”

“Mhmm. I’ll walk out with you if you like.”

“You know where the place is?”

“Yeah. We all go there on Fridays,” he explained.

“Ah, I see.”

Jimin looked over at the group and waved. “We’ll meet you there!” He turned to Aurora picking her bag off the floor. “Let’s head over.”

Autumn had come to the city, making the nights longer and colder. Aurora tugged on her scarf as they stepped onto the sidewalk. Jimin peeked at her as they started walking. “Cold?”

“A little,” she admitted. Jimin paused, taking his jacket off. He wrapped it around her shoulders with a beam. “There.”

Instantly, she felt comfortable. The heat radiated around her as they walked down the block. “Thank you.”

Luckily the pizza place was at the end of the street. Jimin opened the door for her and smiled at the people behind the counter.

“Hey Jimin! The usual group coming in?”

“Yep. I’ll grab our table.”

He guided her to a large table in the back, pulling out a chair for her. Aurora sat down and inspected the pizza place. It was a small place with a mom-and-pop vibe. Cozy, but not too cluttered. The smells of the dough engulfed her nostrils, and her stomach growled softly. She patted it gently. Dancing always worked up her appetite. The server brought over a pitcher of water and filled their glasses.

Jimin handed her the menu, already knowing what to order. “Two cheese, one veggie, and one pepperoni, please.”

“I’ll put that right in.”

Aurora’s watch alarm went off, and she grabbed her bag, sifting through her things until she found a small bottle. She unscrewed the cap and swallowed the contents. Jimin watched her with interest as she threw the bottle back in her bag.

“What’s that?”

“Oh,” she coughed softly and took a sip of her water. “Medicine.”

“Medicine. Oh, okay,” he mused, settling into his seat.

An awkward silence fell between them as they waited on the rest of the group. Jimin wanted to talk to her and tell her everything on his mind but knew it wouldn’t end well. She didn’t remember him. His heart ached as he watched her. He had found her, yet it wasn’t the same.

*She’s not my Rose.*

“What made you want to come to the US and dance?”

Curiosity crossed Aurora’s face as she watched his expression. He shrugged with a tiny smirk. “Wanted a change of scenery, but if I’m honest, it was you.”

“Me?” She frowned, placing her glass of water down. “You’re not one of those crazy stalker guys, are you?”

Jimin tilted his head back and laughed. It sounded similar to wind chimes or rain on a spring day. “Not. Like I said before, I saw you dance, and it was incredible. Why not be with the best.”

She hummed, sitting back in her chair. “I suppose it makes sense. But you’re just as talented, Jimin. I’ve never seen someone so delicate as you.”

His smile spread as his cheeks covered his eyes. He was beyond flustered.

“Thank you,” he mumbled as he drank his water.

“Oi!”

The pair looked up as the rest of the group walked into the pizza place. The noise level went up as they all took seats, greeting the others. Aurora wished they hadn’t shown up right at that moment. Jimin looked adorable when his eyes became half-moons.

*Wait. What are you saying?*

She shook her head free of those thoughts. What was she thinking?

*Focus girl.*

The pizzas came out simultaneously, and the table went silent as everyone dug into the food. Jimin observed Aurora from the rim of his glass. Another tug from his heartstrings. He recalled her smile, the way she tugged on her earlobe when she spoke about something important to her. He sighed wistfully. He missed her terribly.

Once the food had been polished and the bill paid, one of the male dancers jumped up with a grin. “Let’s go dancing!”

Groans filled the table. He pouted, crossing his arms. “C’mon! We haven’t gone out in ages. And a new dance club just opened!”

Jimin nodded in agreement. “I’m down. It’s still pretty early.”

Murmurs rang out through the crowd. Aurora shook her head. “I should be getting home.”

“Oh, you of all people should come, Aurora. All you do is go to the studio and home. Have some fun!”

“But–” she glanced at her phone.

One of the female dancers grabbed her phone and turned it off. She tossed it to Jimin with a giggle. “No excuses. We’re going.”

Jimin gave her a sympathetic look. “I promise to give your phone back when we leave.”

Aurora groaned and rolled her eyes. “Fine.”

They cheered, grabbing their bags, and went to get taxis. Jimin took her hand in his. “We’re gonna have fun. I promise.”

Luckily, one of the dancers knew the bouncer, and they were all let in without waiting in the long line that wrapped around the club. Aurora looked around curiously at the club. Strobes lights lit the room as neon lights flashed around. Jimin took her hand, motioning towards the bar. She nodded, following after him. They reached the bar, and Jimin quickly got the bartender’s attention. He leaned in, breath tickling her neck.

“What would you like? My treat.”

Aurora blushed profusely. “Oh! Um, a glass of red wine, please.”

“Coming right up,” he turned to the bartender with a polite smile. “One rum and coke and a glass of merlot.”

He slipped his card to them, instructing to keep his tab open, and waited for the drinks. They were made in quick precision, and Jimin thanked them before handing Aurora her glass. She nodded in thanks and took a sip. The tartness of the wine lingered on her tongue as she felt the warm tingle throughout her body. It was rare that she drank, but tonight was a night for relaxing. She jumped in her seat as her coat pocket vibrated. Sighing, she glanced at the phone screen to see Jin’s face. Jimin looked with interest.

“Need to take that?”

She slid her thumb to the ignore button and turned her phone off. “No, it’s not important.”

Jimin raised his glass to her and sipped his drink. Everyone else was on the dance floor as the DJ spun the latest hits. He noticed her bobbing her head to the beat. He tapped her on the arm gently.

“Wanna dance?”

Aurora shook her head, turning away from the dance floor. “No, it’s fine. I’m going to sit here and drink.”

Jimin snorted as he drained his glass. “Not happening. We’re gonna dance. Finish your drink. We’re going out there.”

Aurora hastily finished her wine, coughing as the rush of alcohol went to her cheeks. She set the glass down, and Jimin held out his hand for her to take. They found an empty spot, and Jimin began to dance, urging Aurora to join him. Giving in, she began to dance, not realizing how much fun she was having. A drunken patron bumped into Aurora, knocking her off her feet. She stumbled forward, and with quick reflexes, Jimin caught her quickly. His arms wrapped around her waist, bringing her close to him.

“I got you, Rose,” he assured her in a hushed tone.

Their eyes met at that moment, and Aurora saw herself in a ballroom surrounded by people in the arms of...Jimin?

“Rose.”

“Rose.”

Aurora blinked as she looked into the vanity mirror. One of her handmaidens wove flowers into her hair as another got the veil ready. Jimin stood in the doorway, grinning from ear to ear.

“Jimin,” she stood up from her seat, the handmaidens bowed as they stepped away. Aurora ran over to hide behind a screen divider. “You’re not supposed to be in here!”

“When have I ever cared about the rules?”

Aurora sighed behind the screen, fiddling with the lace on her dress. “You act like you’re not going to see me in a few hours.”

“Any time away from you feels like an eternity,” he confessed. He closed the space between standing by the screen. He placed his hand on it as his expression softened. “It feels surreal.”

She knew he couldn’t see her, but she nodded in agreement. “It does. But it’s happening.”

Jimin chuckled softly. “Yes. Before the day is done, we will be man and wife.”

Soft music began to play as the guests stood facing the entrance of the garden. Jimin stood next to his father, visibly nervous, but King Onyx rested his hand on his son’s shoulder. Aurora entered the room with her father escorting her down the aisle. Jimin felt his eyes mist over, watching her come towards him. She was a vision in white. He was falling in love with her all over again. Once they reached the awning, King Stefan gave her away, bringing Jimin and Aurora’s hands together. He sniffed silently as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Who gives this woman away?”

“I do,” King Stefan proclaimed.

Jimin and Aurora turned to the chaplain as he beamed at the couple.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the joining of two individuals...”

The couple entered the hall as the crowd cheered for them. Jimin gazed at hew bride, entirely and utterly enamored with her. Aurora was all smiles thanking everyone for their good wishes. Jimin led her to her dance floor just as the music began. She tripped over her train as Jimin caught her from falling.

“I got you, Rose,” he purred.

Aurora held onto him as they started to dance. They twirled around the dance floor, clearing only having eyes for each other.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love you?”

“Any chance we get,” she answered bashfully.

His eyes darted over to the doors leading out into the garden. Aurora followed his gaze.

“Wanna get out of here?”

She bobbed her head, and Jimin wasted no time running towards the doors. She lifted the corner of her dress as they ran out, leaving everyone confused. Stefan chuckled to himself as he poured ale for himself and King Onyx.

“Oh, to be young and in love.”

Instead of going towards the royal gardens, Jimin took her to the Moors.

“I thought we were going to the gardens, Jimin,” she wondered.

They walked on until they made to their meadow under the willow trees. Jimin stopped walking and turned to face her. Cupping her chin in his hand, he tilted her face up to look at him.

“I want to make love to you in a place familiar to us.”

A shiver of anticipation ran through her body. They sank to the ground staring into each other’s eyes. He rubbed his thumbs over her knuckles soothingly.

“You’re shaking,” he observed.

“I...I’m nervous.”

“Don’t be,” Jimin crooned. “Remember what I said before? All that matters is us.”

His voice dropped lower as his heart raced. “Right now, I want to do nothing more than kiss you.”

“Then kiss me,” she whispered.

He inched closer, his lips barely touching hers, pausing right before they met, breathing in each other’s air. His tongue dipped, swiping at her lower lip, earning a needy moan from her. Suddenly their lips crashed in a searing kiss. One that left her breathless. Frantic Jimin’s hands roamed her body, caressing any and every part he could reach. Aurora felt intoxicated by him. She never wanted the kiss to end. He felt their lungs struggling for air and dragged himself away. Fresh air filled her lungs as she gazed up at him. He stared hungrily at her. Cheeks flushed, lips swollen, eyes burning with a dark lust. His frame hovered over hers. Without breaking eye contact, his hand hiked up her skirts, anchoring her leg around his waist. The bulk of his crotch pressed onto her mound. He groaned heavily, placing his thigh close to her clothes mound.

“Aurora,” he stuttered, “M-Move yourself against my thigh.”

She arched her back, raking his nails down his back as she writhed against him. The friction of his muscles grazing on her clit sent her into a frenzy. His lips crashed onto hers, tongue delving into her mouth to entwine with hers. Aurora trembled in his arms, every sensation jolting through her body. She didn’t want this night to end. All she wanted was Jimin. They parted from their kiss, exhaling. Aurora stroked his cheek as he leaned into her touch. Jimin’s hands were placed on the hem of her dress.

“May I?”

“Y-Yes,” she pleaded.

Jimin’s fingers went to work unbuttoning her dress. The small buttons were a challenge, but the Fae Prince quickly undid them all. He tugged her dress off her body, casting it aside as he kissed her exposed skin. Aurora covered her chest as Jimin smiled affectionately at her unfolding her arms.

“Don’t hide from me. You’re a vision and all mine.”

At that, he began to undress. Aurora was in a trance, watching him reveal himself to her, bare. The sinewy limbs seemed to glow under the moonlight. She sat up, getting to her knees, and traced her fingers over the lines of his body. Jimin watched her in fascination as she studied his body, a tender smile on his face. Once she reached his face, he brought her hands to his lips, kissing each finger. He helped her lay on her back. Just seeing her there splayed out among the flowers in nature bare for him made the fae prince tremble. Aurora vibrated underneath him, and Jimin helped her to relax. He started his journey, kissing her lips, each cheek, and her forehead. Sliding down, he concentrated on her jawline, neck, and collarbone. Her skin lit up at each kiss as she squirmed.

“So sensitive,” he murmured, a smile on his lips.

She whimpered, watching him as he worshipped her body under the stars. He came to her breasts, cupping one in his hand as his teeth tugged and grazed the hued nipple on the free one. He gave them each the attention they observed, leaving dark marks in its wake. Lips traveled further down, his tongue delving into her belly button. Aurora’s nails raked through his scalp, simple words of praise on her lips. Jimin got to the junction of her thighs, already aroused by the scent permeating from her. He licked his lips hungrily.

“Rose,” he rasped. “Please.”

She parted her legs for him, and he nearly dived in. Her outer lips were dripping with sweet nectar. Her clit was swollen from neglect. What a feast to behold. Jimin kissed up her legs, nipping at her soft skin. Sure he wanted her now, but this was all about his new bride. Finally, he reached his goal. Eyes darkened with passion; his tongue found her clit with ease flicking it gently.

Aurora bucked her hips as an electrical current running through her body. Her cries rang as Jimin lapped at the juices, moaning from the sounds of pleasure she created. Jimin slipped a finger past her folds, curling it to added more stimulation. Aurora rutted against his finger, shuddering mess. She felt alive for the time. An unusual sensation grew as if springe were coiling to release.

“J-Jimin...I’m....I’m–”

Her hips rose off the ground as her mouth shaped into an ‘o’ just as her body jerked. Jimin ceased his movements, watching as she orgasmed for the first time. She could only collapse as her breathing became haggard. He moved up to kiss her lips, stroking her hair.

“You did so well,” he praised. She nuzzled against him as her breathing went back to normal. He kissed her forehead. “How do you feel, Rose?”

“Good. Nothing like I ever felt before,” she answered quietly.

“Would you like to continue?”

“Yes, I would, Jimin.”

He settled in between her legs. Aurora’s eyes cast down to look at him. Her cheeks warmed, seeing his erection. His size worried her for a moment. The head was already dribbling with precum as Jimin fisted his shaft and pumped slowly. The veins throbbed, making him hiss.

“I-I need you, Rose.”

Lining himself at her entrance, he inched himself past her folds slowly. Her nails dug into his biceps as he guided himself inside her. He almost cried out at how tight she gripped him. Seeing her face contrast, he paused his movements.

“Am I hurting you?”

“N-No, j-just feel f-full,” she gasped. “K-Keep going.”

Jimin nodded as he continued, making sure she was comfortable, rubbing her sides soothingly. Once their hips were flushed, each let out a satisfied groan. The hazy feeling came over them, and Jimin began to thrust, grunting each time their hips met. Aurora gripped his back, watching through wet lashes as he made love to her. The sounds lingered in the air as the couple joined. Jimin hooked her legs up over his shoulders, thrusting from a different angle. Aurora’s eyes rolled back as her breath hitched. All she could do was keen at his touches. Jimin only had eyes for Aurora, bending down to swallow her moans in a passionate kiss, sucking her tongue sensually. He pulled away to look at her.

“I want to fill you with my seed. Make you fall apart as we cum together.”

This side of Jimin was one she’d never seen before, but she loved it, craved for his attention. For the second time of the night, the knot in her belly constricted. Her walls clenched his cock, making him move faster, his thrusts sloppy as he sought his pleasure and hers. Her hips met his as the sounds of skin slapping grew louder.

“J-Jimin!”

Her back arched, and her head fell back. One look at her Jimin and fell apart on top of her. With a strangled grunt, he released his seed into her cunt, filling her womb. Their lovemaking is only for the moon and stars to witness. As both crumbled, Jimin’s head fell between her breasts as they both laid their spent. She ran her nails lazily through his damp hair, humming to herself. They felt light and heavy at the same time. With the last bit of strength he possessed, he inched up and kissed her lips.

“I love you.”

“–You.”

Aurora jumped back from Jimin. Her face filled with confusion as she looked at her surroundings. They were still in the club. She pointed to Jimin, her bottom lip quivering.

“J-Jimin?”

His eyes softened as he took a step forward. “Aurora–”

“Aurora!”

She blinked rapidly as Jin came running towards her. His eyes went wild as he grabbed her arm, jerking her towards him.

“Where have you been?! I’ve been trying to call you all night!”

“Jin, stop. You’re hurting me,” she whispered, retching her arm away from him. Jimin’s eyes hardened, looking at the taller man.

“Is there a problem?”

Jin rounded on him with a snarl. “Stay out of this Park. This doesn’t involve you.” His eyes cut to Aurora. “We’re going home. Now.”

“But Jin, I need my things–”

“Right now, I don’t want to hear you speak.”

His grip on her arm tightened as they walked out of the dance club. Aurora got one last look at Jimin before exiting out the door.

Jin slammed the door behind him as Aurora turned to him angrily. “What the hell is your problem?! How dare you embarrass me.”

“Embarrass you? Embarrass you?! You’re the one making me worry because you didn’t answer my call!”

She scoffed, spinning from him. “I don’t see what the issue is about. I was out with the other dancers.”

“No, you were out with Park,” he spat.

“You’re jealous,” she admonished. “I thought we were past this, Jin.”

Jin felt his fangs tense as his temper rose, eyes flashing red. “No one can have you. You’re mine!”

“I was never yours,” she murmured.

Jin hissed as he went to grab her. Aurora’s expression changed. “I remember everything Jin.”

An electrical current ran through him, and he dropped his hands. “What?”

“I remember everything. You took my happiness away from me.” She felt the tightness in her throat as tears welled in her eyes.

Jin tried to grab her hand, and she snatched it from him. “My wedding night, that was you in the garden….”

His shoulder slumped as a grim expression covered his face. “It was.”

“You took everything from me, Jin. I didn’t want this life—this endless spiral of blood and loneliness. I could have been happy. I *was* happy.”

“We’ve been through so much, Aurora. I love you. That should be enough.”

“It isn’t. I was happy. I was in love with the man of dreams. I just...I can’t.”

She clutched her chest, and she pushed past him. “I-I need to get out of here.”

“Aurora–” he wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his nose in her hair. “Please. Please don’t go.”

She squeezed her eyes close and exhaled. “I need to leave Jin. Please grant me that. Release me.”

Hot tears rolled down his cheeks as he sobbed into her hair. “You were perfect in every way to me. I release you.”

It felt as if a weight had lifted off her chest. Without another word, she walked out of the apartment. Jin sank to his knees as the door slammed behind her. Aurora walked down the street, trying to wrap her mind around what had conspired. At that moment, her phone rang, making her jump. She looked at the caller id, not recognizing the number. She pressed the button, putting the phone to her ear.

“Hello?”

“Oh, Aurora. Thank goodness! It’s Jimin. I got your number from Ten. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. Just taking a walk,” she answered.

“Can we meet? I have your bag and...I think we need to talk.”

“Yes, I think we do.”

Less than half an hour later, Aurora was sitting in a late-night coffee shop. She sipped her green tea, letting the drink calm her nerves. Jimin walked in, spotted her in the corner, and went over to the table. Still looking as good as the day she met him, he sat down, placing her bag next to her.

“I got over here as quickly as I could. Were you waiting long?”

“No, it wasn’t a long wait.”

He reached over the table and placed his hands over hers. “You remember it all?”

Aurora nodded. “I...I don’t know what happened, but I do. I mean, it’s surreal.” She locked eyes with Jimin as she tried to keep her voice even. “Jimin, where have you been?”

He gulped softly, looking down at a spot at the table. “After you disappeared the night of our wedding, I didn’t stop looking for you. It seemed like you vanished, and everyone went into this despair. Your father, I watched him waste away.”

She felt the tears drip down as she thought about her family. Life wasn’t fair. “How did you find me?”

“Rose,” he said with a gentle smile. “I always know where to find you.” He brought her fingers up to his lips and kissed each one. “I promise to be with you always.”

Aurora trembled as she thought over his words. “I...I don’t know what I want, Jimin.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“I...I don’t even know how to say this...for the longest time; I was happy, unaware of who I used to be. At the time, all I cared about was Jin. He...he may have done the wrong thing, but I learned to care for him. He taught me how to survive in this world.”

“You love him?”

She shook her head vigorously. “I’m not saying that, but that night changed me, and I couldn’t hurt you, Jimin. I need to figure out what I want now, and that means letting you both go.”

His heart thumped loudly in his chest. He sniffed, trying to hide whatever tears threatened to spill. “I-I understand. You need time.”

She gave him a tearful smile. “Who knows where I’ll end up. Maybe I’ll come to find you in the future.”

Jimin chuckled softly. “I’ll always be waiting.” He stood up, and she mimicked getting up to wrap him in her arms. He sighed deeply, kissing her cheek. “Just when I found, I’ve lost you again.”

She shook her. “Remember what you always told me: you can always find me.”

With one last tearful goodbye, Aurora gathered her things and walked out of the coffee, a look of determination on her face. Once outside, she closed her eyes and placed her hand on her tummy.

“We’ll be alright. Trust me.”

“When is the elevator going to be fixed, Seokjin,” you fanned yourself as beads of sweat adorned your white tank top.

“That’ll have to be when I finally win the lotto,” he guffawed from behind the plexiglass square standing between you and his office.

“Very funny,” you mumbled, beginning your journey up the stairs. He didn’t hear you though, instead his focus remained on whichever drama he played on the television.

Kim Seokjin, was the name of a superstar—or so he says. He claims to have attended the Juilliard School for about two years, with dreams of becoming the newest face of Hollywood and all of their high-priced productions. When Seokjin’s dad fell ill, he couldn’t keep up with the demands of keeping so many residence buildings open, he had to close more than half his buildings and just like that, financial strains created a hurdle the size of Mt. Everest in the life of Seokjin. He was left without his dreams, without his father and taking care of a building where the rent was too cheap to gain a profit, making just enough to cover the mortgage.

Normally, you weren’t so exposed to details of your landlord’s lives, but Seokjin was different. He was also your friend.

“I put water bottles around the halfway mark. The last thing I need is a lawsuit over a dead body,” he yelled up as you barely made it to floor two.

“How considerate. I’ll try not to die while you’re on the clock,” it was too hot to continue your journey up. . too hot to form coherent sentences. You just wanted to make it to your apartment and sit in front of the fan for the rest of the day.

“That’s all I’m saying,” you heard.

Once your foot met the landing on the third floor, your eyes desperately scanned for the promise of beverages Seokjin had informed you of, but the small table set-up on the other end of the hallway was completely empty. Leaving behind only the particles of dust and pure oxygen to inhale. Fuck—you actually felt like you were going to pass out. Just three more floors.

You wanted to yell down a snarky remark towards Seokjin but you figured that required too much energy you simply did not have.

Moving to New York was a decision you had made impulsively after feeling like you had overstayed your time in your parents house post-high school. You averted college at all costs because it just wasn’t for you. Lectures seemed like a bore and professors were individuals being paid to legally torture their students so you joyfully averted that nightmare all together. Your immediate option was to get a job, but after many places began getting closed down back home, you found yourself job hopping as a means for survival.

It was not convenient, so you boarded a train to the city that never sleeps in hopes of never looking back. . And you haven’t since setting foot here eleven months ago.

“Just one more floor,” you uttered to no one in particular but the patchy silver handrail and the chipped white walls.

Your apartment was now in your line of vision and the only thing standing between you and the black steel door were just ten sets of stairs. Walking into the building your body was glistening with a thin layer of sweat but now you were drenched, your top was sticking to your skin and the thick beads of dampness rolled down your body like the condensation on soft drinks from fast food places.

Heaving with exhaustion you took a seat on the very last step of the sixth floor, finally you made it but you just needed a minute, just a single minute to catch your breath. The fucking heat was unbearable; intolerable; irregular, you could have sworn the sun inched closer and closer to planet earth as the day progressed.

Initially, you hadn’t heard as much as the squeaky hinges on the door frame, you were too divulged in your suffering from the days heat. Not to mention, your eyes were closed and you were too focused in a state of cooling down before hiding behind the thin walls of your apartment.

“Are you ok?” His voice became trapped in the muggy air surrounding the two of you. The bass in his tone never ceased to make your knees turn to jello, to make your toes curl and to make the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight.

Was the heat not enough suffering for one day?

“Oh,” you cleared your throat, “I’m fine. It’s just the heat.”

“Yeah, it definitely feels like we were shipped straight to hell today.”

“I don’t know, I think hell might be cooler than this,” he chuckled lightly—you’re foolish stammer and poor excuse of words enlightened him. The sun was still beaming brightly but you swore you saw stars after he had serenaded you so sweetly with the sound of his infectious laugh.

“I think you might be right,” he locked his door and walked past you on the stairs, “have a good day neighbor.”

“You too, Jungkook,” you called after him as he began his way down the unfortunate set of stairs.

Sometimes, you felt as if you’d been blessed as the main lead in the plot of a cheesy rom com, but after today the idea was really cemented in your head. Ok, look. . Jungkook was your hot neighbor, like very hot, unearthly hot, like he was handcrafted by God himself, kind of hot. Furthermore, only you and him resided on the sixth floor, living in a pair of tiny apartments right beside one another. Although that was all you had gathered so far, besides his name, it was enough to fill your head with delusions and daydreams of the man your eyes loved to gawk at every chance you got.

You read him very well, like the everlasting pages of your favorite novel. His silky hair was long and inched over the nape of his neck, he wore specs that sat perfectly on the bridge of his nose accentuating his big doe eyes. Though his features seemed soft his aura was borderline the complete opposite—a silver hooped piercing sat in the right side of his rosette lips while tattoos peeked right out of the sleeves of the white button up he usually wore.

You closed the door to your apartment, removed your shoes and hung your keys on the flathead thumbtack pierced into the wall by the front door.

The apartment felt even more scorching than the bustling sidewalks. After opening all three of the windows you were bestowed to have between your room and the living room, you turned on your fan and walked into the bathroom to draw a much needed cool bath. Stripping off your sweaty clothes, you stepped into the tub. For a minute, you were immersed in the utter silence floating around you—all your ears detected was the distanced whirring fan all the way from your room.

Behind the back of your eyelids, the world was dark and your thoughts brought you back to your encounters with Jungkook on the stairs just moments ago. Your interactions with the boy were usually extended to a whispered, ‘hi’ or ‘hello,’ never as prolonged as it played out today.

In your thoughts, Jungkook strolled by day and night, as you embraced every look, every utterance, every single time he brushed his hair back using his slender fingers. He was the cultivation of your desires and the reason why your heart strummed against your chest a bit harder the days you saw him leaving around 12PM every afternoon.

It baffled you how he always managed to look fucking good every single day—even during the hottest days of the summer, while you looked like vile beast he managed to look so perfect.

. . So fucking perfect.

The faint tingles traveling through your body, caused your skin to form goosebumps. The pulsation of your clit is what really began driving you to clouded thoughts to imagine his hands against you. You imagined the pads of his fingers to be soft mimicking a delicate velvet fabric and while you crumbled under his touch, he would murmur the filthiest of words against your ear.

Those ministrations could be enough to have you coming hard—he wouldn’t even have to fuck you. Shit, even looking at him was enough.

Being away from all of the toys you safely stored in your nightstand, you grabbed the detachable shower head and adjusted the water pressure, prepped your feet up on the rim of the tub aiming it in between your legs in an inevitable attack against your clit.

Your head lulled back in sure bliss as you fed your carnal desires, the only thing missing was him.

“Fuck—” How you longed for him to have you in this position, so sensitive to his sinful doings; so aroused for him. It was like a hunger your fingers, toys and this stupid shower head could not satisfy.

The vibration of his name dripped from your lips like a chant and you felt that bubbling fervor form in the pit of your stomach. Spurts of pleasure rushed out of you so intensely you were overwhelmed by the explosions of fireworks as soon as your orgasm erupted.

When your breath had settled and you finally felt like you could stand, you opted for a quick shower, rushing to get into your pajamas and plopped down on your bed right in-front of the fan for a nap, having your dreams quickly invaded by him.

Work sucked on Monday afternoons.

All you ever did was stare out of the ticket booth at the movie theater as the few customers who despised the weekend rush came in. Besides, there was rarely anything to occupy your mind with on slow nights like this. You had already sweeped and your co-worker, Namjoon was surveying the screening rooms for any shenanigans the younger crowds could possibly be rattling up.

You always left that up to him—he was the more intimidating one between the two of you anyway.

“Room 5 is a wreck,” Namjoon announced his entrance into the lobby, “I’m gonna go clean up.”

“Walkie me if you need help,” you tapped the walkie clipped onto your belt buckle and he nodded, grabbing the broom and a few rags.

Your stomach grew irritated as you continued golfing down copious amounts of candies but the truth was you were starving and had no time to eat breakfast this morning; let alone make something to bring to work to eat for lunch.

Namjoon was a film major. He was the spitting image of a cliche by the way—his parents wanted him to become a doctor but that wasn’t his passion so he ran away to the city and began trotting up the golden stairs to his dream. You wished you had even an ounce of his determination, he knew exactly where he wanted to go and how to get there while you still stood at the base of the mountain of your life. . unbeknownst on how to tackle it or which way it was to begin your way up to the summit.

There was nothing you had a passion for and quite frankly sometimes you were utterly clueless as to what your purpose was in life.

Had no dreams and no goals to strive towards; nothing extraordinary you expected to blossom in your future. There was nothing, nothing and more nothingness occupying the hours of your days.

“My child,” Seokjin walked in through the glass door, he looked like he'd been chilling in an oven.

“Seokjin,” you narrowed your eyes in his direction, “what are you doing here? I thought you never left the air conditioner in your office plus don’t you hate the movie theater?”

“You’re absolutely correct. The dimmed lighting here is horrid and I deserve better than that. .”

“Of course, you do.”

“But,” he leaned over the counter, “I saw your little neighbor boyfriend leaving the building today and I was fucking gagged.”

“Trust me, Seokjin. I know how good he fucking looks in that white button up. I’ve lived it.”

“No,” he squealed, “He had a black short sleeve shirt today and—”

“Spit it out, bitch.”

“He has a full fucking sleeve,” he squealed.

“No. Fucking. Way.” The pauses in between your words were not placed for dramatic effect—you were in fact attempting to paint a detailed mental image of that sinful man.

How unfair is it that he gets to walk around us mortals with our average looks while he exudes such grand flawlessness.

“Looks like someone owes me fifty bucks.”

The bet. . you had completely forgotten about that.

“I'll pass it over on Friday once I get paid.”

“I told you,” he began, “once a man gets one tattoo they’re usually covered in them.”

“Yea, but he has this soft look to him, you know?” you shrugged, “I thought he might have had a few. But a whole sleeve?”

“Jungkook is a walking juxtaposition.”

“I suppose he is.”

Seokjin sat on the counter emptying a handful of sweets into his palm, “what are you doing eating all of this candy anyway?”

“Uh,” your thoughts were still filtered towards Jungkook. You wanted to see him so bad, “I’m starving and just waiting on Namjoon to finish cleaning room five so I can go on my lunch break.”

“Namjoon as in the buff hottie with the deep voice?”

“I guess.”

“Room five?” You nodded.

“I’ll take one ticket for whatever the fuck you guys are showing right now.”

“Didn’t you say you hated it here?” You printed a ticket to. . you looked down, to the latest minion movie and ripped off the top half, “you complained about the lights or something.”

“Can you just give me a ticket? I need it to execute my master plan,” he rushed your actions in cutting the ticket you had printed, “besides you owe me for coming all the way down here with vital intel about your secret crush.”

“I owe you nothing. I’ll be paying half a hundred for that by the end of the week, remember?”

“Consider this,” he snatched the ticket from your grasp, holding it beside his toothy grin, “your down payment.”

Before you could form a further argument, Seokjin vanished from in front of you and sprinted down the main hallway to screening room five.

The best thing about your job were the designated days off you had throughout the week. Tuesdays and Fridays were yours to enjoy and while today was Tuesday your schedule was still jam packed with an abundance of errands to complete come the early morning.

You had paid your utility bills, finished your laundry, cleaned your apartment and even set out poultry to defrost by the time you made it back home. It had been a very productive day.

Your last stop was the grocery store.

Oftentimes, you’d wander aimlessly, losing yourself in each aisle wondering about how the better half lives, how much better life would be if you didn’t have to keep incessant reminders of your weekly budgets stamped to the back of your head.

How much easier life would be if money wasn’t such a big determinant in the choices we were forced to make in our day to day lives.

Oh, how much easier life would be.

You only grabbed the essentials for the next couple of weeks including—rice, greens, fruits, water, milk, meat, and a variation of breakfast options.

Temptation roamed in the air as you headed out of the cereal aisle you were face to face with a bakery section where an unhealthy amount of baked goods were sprawled out—practically blaring out your name. All of the delicious delights made your mouth water and you couldn’t help but gravitate deeper and deeper, guided by the aroma of the sweet desserts.

“Neighbor?” It was his earthy voice, the same one you’d only heard vibrate among the walls of the tiny hallway of the sixth floor the two of you shared.

“Jungkook?” You looked up from the brownies and your eyes met his figure, in the same clothes you usually saw him leave his apartment. It was his work uniform, “You work here?”

“Is that judgment in your tone I hear?”

“N-no,” You stammered. Was he fucking with you? He had to be fucking with you. “Of course not. I would never judge—”

“I was just playing, neighbor.” Phew.

“I always come here. How come I haven’t seen you before?”

“I’m usually baking in the back. I was just coming out to set these down,” he held up the dozen cupcakes sitting inside the boxed packaging.

“You bake?” Hopefully, you sounded more stunned than judgemental because you were i. fact stunned.

“I’m an aspiring pastry chef. I go to culinary school,” Jungkook, your beautiful, doe eyed, tattooed, pierced neighbor was also a baker. Ok.

For some reason that made him so much more attractive.

“I would not have been able to guess that even if I tried,” You mentally kicked yourself at the lack of filter in your words. You weren’t trying to offend him and hopefully he does not take it as such.

He chuckled—that’s a good sign, “People tend to simulate that very reaction but you can certainly knock on my door if you’re ever craving something sweet. I promise they are amazing.”

Craving something sweet?

Your thoughts traveled back to the enticing thoughts you possessed a few days ago while you took a bath, the vivid image of the water pressure against your cunt and the pure desire to have him near made you dizzy. And now he was near, just a couple of feet away.

A wave of warmth traveled through your extremities, the pulse on your clit turned to an overbearing throb, you wanted to rub your thighs and alleviate the feeling. But you remembered where you were, in the middle of the grocery store and Jungkook still stood right before you. Nevertheless, you tried to ignore the wetness pooling between your legs; dampening your panties.

“I practically poured out all of the basic details of my boring life. I think you owe me at least something about you.”

“There’s not much to tell,” you shrugged, “but I work at the movie theater down the street if that piques your interest at all.”

“It does. I love movies.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you there before.”

“Well, if I’m honest I haven’t gone in a long time but that’s only because work and school keep me pretty busy.”

The lust streaming through your body doubled to make your heart beat with fondness and you grew endeared in the way Jungkook’s eyes lit up when he talked about his aspirations to become a baker.

“You’ll have a free ticket waiting for you whenever your schedule clears up.”

“Promise you’ll join me when I decide to go.” His words carved themselves into your brain like a permanent tattoo, just as those decorating his arm. The fluttering feeling in your abdomen heightened as a result of the dithers, without being aware of it, that is the effect Jungkook had on you.

“As long as it’s on a Tuesday or Friday.”

“Deal.”

“I’ll see you around, Jungkook.”

“See you, neighbor.”

Thursday was the worst day of the week so far.

Technically you were supposed to be at work, it was already 4:00PM, but instead you were still home. Even just sitting down in the muggy atmosphere of your in the miniscule space, you were doused, staining your clothes with sweat.

You were not willingly suffering at the lack of mercy the scorching weather subjected the city and everyone in it to, unfortunately the power had gone out. And while usually you had the luxury of a fan to cool down, today you had nothing.

Your windows and front door were left wide open in an attempt to cool down the place and still you felt as if you were sitting inside a fucking oven set to hightest temperature. There was no use.

“Neighbor.” Jungkook called out lightly knocking on the opened door.

Jungkook? Not Jungkook again when you looked like an absolute wreck.

“Hey Jungkook,” he stood at the door frame, a wide grin painted on his lips—he held a to-go box in his hands, “you can come in.”

“Do you want me to shut the door?”

“Sure,” you gave in, it’s not like it was actually doing anything. Besides, the last thing you needed was one of the crazy residents from the lower floors coming to bug you.

Jungkook took a seat next to you on the couch, he wore a sleeveless top exposing all of the ink embellishing his skin, every line, every curve, every word was so intricate and seemed so unique to him.

“I didn’t know you had these many tattoos,” a small fib was a price to pay to not seem like a weirdo, “did any of them hurt?”

“Some did,” he pointed at his tricep, “mainly these and a few others but I have a high pain tolerance.”

“Well, they’re beautiful,” you scanned his arm some more. It was truly like a mural embodying the beauty of art, “were you a singer?” you signaled at the microphone sitting on his forearm.

“I guess you could say that,” he adjusted himself on the couch, his nylon shorts rode up his thighs and you just hoped he wouldn’t notice the way your eyes glanced down constantly. Jungkook didn’t notice though, he was too busy averting eye contact and scratching the back of his head, “My highschool friends and I used to make music. We recorded a mixtape.”

“I need a link to this mixtape. . like now,” You laughed hysterically.

“Oh no, you don’t.”

“Ok, ok,” Again, another surprise from the man you thought you had all figured out—every single day he surprised you more and more, “were you like a vocalist or a rapper?”

“Vocals mostly. I did try rapping once though but I sucked so badly they scratched it off the track.”

“At least they were honest and didn't let you crash and burn in public.”

“You should’ve seen me though. I thought I was the shit.”

Jungkooks giggles were everlasting as he recounted the many times their parents grew exhausted of kicking them out of their garages for their disturbances in the making of their great musical legacy.. He filled the room with vibrance. The longer you sat in the presence of Jungkook the more you were exposed to the colors that made Jungkook, Jungkook. Of course, you were intrigued by the phosphorescent hues allowing them to inch you closer in his direction. Wanting him to spare no details in the adventure of his life.

“What’s that?” you pointed at the packaging box beside him on the arm rest.

“Brownies,” he handed you the box, “I saw you eyeing them when you were at the bakery but you didn’t buy any. So, I figured I would bring you some.”

In your mind, this was his way of saying he was thinking about you—that’s what you chose to believe anyway.

“You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to. Besides, I wanna see what you think of my baking.” Jungkook’s eyes were bigger than usual behind his specs, he fidgeted with the hem of his shorts.

If only he knew, the actual taste of the brownies would hold no significance in your criticism. You would love them anyway simply because they came from him.

“How about we have one together?”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, “let’s go to my room. There’s two windows in there and I’m literally about to pass out from heat stroke out here.”

The two of you sat by each one of the windows, the box of his remaining six hand crafted sweet delicacies sat between the two of you on the nightstand.

“You ready?”

“Yes.”

“1, 2,” the two of you held the chocolaty dessert up to your mouth, “3.”

Even after just one bite your taste buds were enamored.

“What do you think?”

“They’re amazing, Jungkook. You’re an amazing baker.”

“You can call me Kookie, you know.”

You nearly choked after taking another bite, hurdling into a coughing spiral, “that’s so fitting. Kookie the pastry chef.”

“Forget I said it,” he shook his head, laughing.

“Wait, no,” you loved the soft tint of pink dusting his cheeks, “that could be the name of your future shop.”

“Kookie’s Cookies.”

“Kookie’s Cookies,” you confirmed, “and I wanna be credited for the idea too.”

“Better yet, you’ll be my business partner.”

“That’s not a good idea. I’ll eat everything and you’ll just end up bankrupt,” your eyes were set on the congested sidewalks outside your window—everyone was out likely catching a break from their scorching apartments but here you were melting away all at the expense of being in Jungkook’s company just for a bit longer.

“I wouldn’t mind as long as you’re with me.”

Those eight words sent your mind into a spiral, head first into the rabbit hole of your fantasies. You couldn’t really make out if he truly meant what you thought he meant.

“Jungkook. .”

“I mean it.”

“Please don’t make me believe there could actually be something here,” Your voice was low and your thoughts were a scribbled mess. There was not a single coherency in your being at that point in time.

“I’m not lying,” your name tasted saccharine on his tinted lips—much like the brownie he had baked for you, “I like you.”

“Jungkook. .” was all you could muster.

“I’ve liked you from the moment you moved into the building.”

A single strike of thunder traveled down your spinal cord, you felt paralyzed in that moment and his sweet sweet words just continued looping inside the walls of your skull.

You were malfunctioning; shocked.

It’s astonishing how oblivious and just plain stupid human nature can make a person. For the past months, you had concealed the schoolgirl crush you developed on Jungkook and convinced yourself that there was absolutely no way in hell he could like you back.

Your insecurities had deceived you and now you sit here after so long with a thumping beat in your heart, giddy with excitement and lowkey wanting to slap yourself for not having noticed earlier.

“You like me?”

Obviously, he just fucking said that. He nodded.

“I like you, too.” You finally said out loud.

The temperature continued to rise in the small bedroom and between the two of you the heat became unbearable. With each passing second, you could feel the streamline trickles of your sweat cascading down your temples; your entire body matter of fact.

If eyes were the windows to the soul then Jungkook’s chocolate gaze was compelling.

And they were calling out for you so loudly.

“What happens now?” He pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose.

“Can I kiss you, Jungkook?”

You caught on to Jungkook’s mannerisms and body language rather quickly within the past hour. For example, he was pretty straight forward with his words yet whenever he spoke his fingers fidgeted with a random object as a distraction, this time it was the black beaded bracelet sitting on his wrist.

He nodded yet again.

Your heaven resided in the comfort of Jungkook’s thighs. You realized it the moment you straddled him. The rich smell of sandalwood was a scent unique to him, so earthy and rich. It was the only thing you ever wanted to smell for the remainder of your time on earth.

After raking your hands through his soft hair you tugged at it a bit, guiding his face up towards you.

“If you want anything from me. You’re gonna have to use your words, Jungkook.”

“You know what I want,” his eyes traced the corners of your lips down to the intricate details, “just kiss me, please.”

There are an abundance of perfect scenarios in life. For one there was the idyllic scene of snowfall on Christmas day; the legendary creamy combination of cookies and cream; then, there was the way your lips danced against Jungkooks, composing a choreography so intricate and beautiful only the two of you could execute it.

You were in a haze, entirely stupefied and addicted to his soft and warm lips. Then, his hands snaked around your waist as he guided you back and forth on his lap. His covered erection rubbed against your clothed slit in a pace so slow, it was agonizing yet delectable. Jungkook pulled away, continuing to lead your movements against him. Your mouth remained agape and you couldn’t help the sounds escaping your lips.

You wanted to pinch yourself, you’d only ever dreamt of this. Was this all a fabrication of your dreams? You hope it wasn’t, it felt so good.

“God, I’ve always wanted to have you like this.” His voice was husk and he spoke in between grunts.

If today was dictated as your last day on earth, you’d die being the happiest woman.

His warm breath fanned your sweaty neck. A tickle ran down your back but you focused on the knot forming at your abdomen.

“I’m so close.”

“Let go for me.”

His commands were sweet like candy and the utters of his guidance to have you crumble on his lap were all you needed to send you over the edge.

“You were so good for me, darling.”

“Call me that forever.” Your knees were sore, your voice was hoarse and you were sweltered from head to toe but you craved more, you grew wetter just imagining what else could arise from this encounter.

“Darling?” You nodded. “Jungkook?” He hummed lightly, opening his eyes and lifting his head from where it rested on the wall.

“Are you tired?”

“I just had a long day yesterday.”

“Can I help you unwind?” your lower lip now tucked under your teeth, “can I touch you?”

“Please.”

Your hands tucked under the hemline of his shorts and underwear. The way you illustrated Jungkook in your dreams was close to what you would imagine a modern Greek God to look like and you quickly realized that was the case when his shirt lifted revealing that he should be the one on display in museums instead of those silly little statues.

Your chin rested on his shoulder, while your hand moved up and down the length of his cock. You couldn’t see it, not yet. But he felt so big in your palm.

The hushed moans and curses leaving him fueled you to maintain at the same pace. Your lips found themselves leaving wet kisses on his already dampened neck.

“Please—please don’t stop,” He was a stuttering mess, his hand was gripping the window still so tightly his knuckles turned white. Hypnotized by arousal Jungkook began meeting your movements, enraptured by his desire for release.

“You’re not being a very good boy, Jungkook,” you whispered in his ear, “besides I thought you were tired.”

“I’ll—I’ll be so good I promise,” he continued fucking himself into your hand.

Jungkook whined as soon as you released his cock from your grip. Instead you tucked off the pesky fabrics covering his lower half, with his help of course, your theories were proven to be correct. Jungkook, your hot neighbor with piercings and tattoos also had a pussy destroyer in between his legs because of course he did.

“There’s only two rules baby.”

“What are the rules?”

“You have to keep your hands to yourself and no coming until I say so. You got it?”

“Yes, darling.”

Opening the last drawer on your night stand you pulled out one of your vibrators and held it up for him to see, “is it ok if we use this?”

“Mhm.”

You shoved it in your pocket for later.

Taking him into your mouth, you began swirling your tongue in circular motions around the head of his cock. His labored pants were hushed and almost inaudible, you would’ve missed them if the two of you weren’t in complete silence.

Licking up and down his shaft you focused on pressing your tongue on the tip, as your hands began working, pumping him where your mouth couldn’t reach. You bobbed your head up and down occasionally, allowing the head of his cock pop in and out of your mouth. Slurp noises began invading the atmosphere around the two of you along with his whimpers. Your pace was fast and there were traces of your saliva coating his length entirely.

“Fuck darling,” his hands were reaching to grasp anything in his path but instead he ended up knocking everything off your night stand. “Y-Your lips were made to be around my cock. You know that?”

Jungkook’s praises were treats for your ego and you made sure to devour them in their entirety. He was a pleasant mess; his hair stuck out in all directions while his lips were swollen and vibrant with a scarlet hue as he kept biting down on them harshly. His glasses were slightly fogged and there were traces of saliva sitting on the corner of his mouth. All you wanted was to continue seeing him lose himself at your mercy.

You reached into your pocket and turned on the palm sized stimulator—you placed it against his balls before hitting the on button, setting off its vibrations. His head fell back and his hips buckled forward, causing you to gag around the majority of cock.

“I’m gonna come,” he cried out.

If anyone would’ve told you having Jungkook’s dick in your mouth would be this heavenly, you would live on your knees in front of him forever. Pleasuring him at every hour of every day but today you had different plans and once again he let out frustrated whimpers as you removed your mouth from around him.

“No—no, darling you’re fucking killing me. I need to come now,” he sounded desperate, “It hurts so bad. I need to come.”

“Don’t worry baby. We’re getting right to that,” you placed a kiss on his forehead.

“Did you bring any condoms?”

He shook his head, “I wasn’t exactly expecting things to go down this route.”

“Are you. .?”

“I’m clean. Are you?”

“I am.”

There was a timid breeze coming in through the opened window, it was enough to cool you down just a bit, well as cool as you could be without a fan.

Bouncing on Jungkook’s dick was even better than having him in your mouth. Sure, you loved the way he became a stuttering mess with the teasing of your tongue but having him deep inside of you, you felt like you were in your own heaven. On a deserted island somewhere with nothing but the swift breeze coming from the palm trees and his touch on your skin.

“You take me so well,” he whispered in your ear but you were too busy consumed by your own pleasure. Hyper focused on the way his hands dug into your waist; the way he swiftly pushed his cock in and out of you.

The sounds of your skin slapping against his blared through the room, as well as your profanities and his words of praise just as before.

Your nails dug into his shoulder as you felt a build up of tension tightening in the pit of your stomach, causing you to arch your back. Seemingly, the way you clenched around Jungkook he seemed to have noticed you were extremely close.

“Come for me darling,” with each word he buried his dick deeper into you.

It was a blissful paradise painted on the back of your eyelids as Jungkook continued to mold your insides with his dick, he was careful but rammed into you with such force, your voice was strained and you couldn’t hold it any longer. You finally came as sights of the beeming sun behind your closed eyes blinded you entirely.

“Come inside of me,” you managed; even more sweaty than how you began, absolutely tired and completely out of breath.

He chanted strings of your name as finally filled you up.

“Please come over more often and bring all of your brownies with you,” you were pressed up against him as he hugged your waist, placing a soft kiss on your head.

“How about we begin by going to that movie tomorrow?” It was so funny to you how Jungkook had practically just split you in two and now he was back to being soft spoken.

“It’s a date.”

It was now Friday, the power was finally back on around the city and Jungkook followed through on his plans to take you to the movies. The only problem was when you approached the theater you spotted your nosey landlord standing in line right beside Namjoon. “Before you say anything, Seokjin. Please just shut the fuck up.”

“You always think the worse of me,” he placed his hand on his chest, “all I was going to say is my Cupid’s bow is to thank for the two of you finally getting together.”

“In that case, thank you Seokjin,” Jungkook said.

“Don’t thank him.”

“Actually, please do. But the next time yall fuck in my building please keep it down. Just like the walls, the floors are also thin and the fifth floor did not appreciate your day of passion.”

“Seokjin, please go back to your own date,” you hissed, hoping no one else in line heard his little rant, “pretend we’re not here.”

Jungkook’s shame sat in his now red tinted cheeks, you peppered kisses on them to ease him.

“See, they can’t even keep their hands to themselves in public,” you heard Seokjin whisper.

This is going to be an interesting date.

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a/n: this was pretty fun to write but supposed to be out on my birthday a couple days ago but i couldn’t meet the deadline sadly but please enjoy and disregard the smut scene if it’s bad. I tried lol my brain just wasn’t working 100%.

“Do you know how embarrassing it is for me to have Choi PD barge into my office to question if our marketing team asked you to fuck the entire Bangtan Sonyeondan vocal line as part of your comeback or if I truly have no control over my whore of an idol?”