You wake up feeling incredibly relaxed, the sound of the waves drifting in from the balcony. You glance around and realize you're alone in bed. Your eyes scan the room, but Jungkook is nowhere to be seen. Last night, you stayed up late talking, dancing, and watching a movie, yet he still managed to wake up early.
"Ugh, this man never rests," you mutter as you get out of bed, grab your robe, and walk to the balcony.
The bright sunlight makes you close your eyes for a second, and when you open them, you're greeted by the breathtaking view of the ocean. You can't help but daydream about living in a place like this, imagining a life where you could wake up to this every day, carefree and content. You sit at the table, letting the serene view wash over you.
"Good morning," a familiar voice says. You turn around to see Jungkook leaning against the door, shirtless and sweaty, clearly having just finished a workout. The sight makes your heart skip a beat.
"Good morning, handsome," you say, standing up and jumping into his arms.
"Whoa, someone's in a good mood today," he chuckles, wrapping his arms around you.
"Very happy," you murmur before pecking his lips. "Where were you?"
"I worked out and then went for a run," he explains, his hand gently caressing your back. "I ran past Jimin's house—apparently, his parents have a new gardener, and their garden looks fantastic. I'll have to tell my grandma; she'll love that. I also passed by this spot where Jimin and I... what?" He pauses, noticing your wide smile as you look at him.
"Nothing, I just love it when you talk a lot," you confess. Ever since you met him, you've rarely seen him this animated and happy, and you find yourself wanting to see more of this side of him.
"Ah," he says, scratching the back of his neck, a little embarrassed by his excitement. "I just felt like telling you."
"It's fine, you can tell me anything," you reassure him, enjoying this moment of openness.
He smiles softly, still a bit shy but clearly comfortable around you. "Should we have breakfast?" he suggests, subtly changing the subject.
"Yes, but first, let's take a shower," you say with a mischievous smirk. "A steamy shower."
"You know I love showers, Peaches," he replies, lifting you into his arms as you wrap your legs around his waist.
He carries you into the bathroom, his muscles tensing under your touch, every step filled with anticipation. The sound of the water turning on fills the room, and steam quickly begins to rise, creating a warm, intimate atmosphere.
Jungkook gently sets you down and helps you out of your robe, his fingers grazing your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. He pauses to take you in, his dark eyes roaming over your body with a hunger that sends a shiver down your spine. He leans in, capturing your lips in a tender and fiercely passionate kiss. Your breath mingles with his, the taste of him intoxicating.
You step into the shower together, the hot water cascading over your bodies, amplifying every touch, every sensation. Jungkook presses you against the cool tiles, the contrast of temperatures making you gasp. His hands move over your wet skin, exploring, and claiming every inch of you as his. You feel his arousal, hard and insistent against your thigh, and you arch into him, craving more.
His lips travel down your neck, sucking and nibbling, leaving marks of his possession. You moan his name, your voice echoing off the walls, blending with the sound of the water. He lifts you effortlessly, positioning you just right, and you wrap your legs around his waist, holding on tightly.
The moment he enters you, it's electric. Your bodies move together in a perfect, primal rhythm, the steam swirling around you, cocooning you in a world of pure sensation. His thrusts are deep and powerful, each one sending waves of pleasure through you. You grip his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin, urging him on.
Jungkook's breath is hot against your ear, his growls of pleasure mingling with your own. "You feel so good," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. You can barely form words, your mind lost in the overwhelming ecstasy of being with him.
Your climax builds rapidly, an intense, all-consuming fire that threatens to engulf you. When you finally reach the peak, it's a powerful, shattering release that leaves you trembling in his arms. He follows closely, his own release a fierce, primal thing that leaves him breathless and spent.
He holds you close, your bodies still joined, the water washing over you, cleansing and soothing. You rest your head on his shoulder, your breaths mingling, your hearts pounding in unison.
After a few moments, he gently sets you down, kissing your forehead tenderly.
As you finish your shower, you wash each other with a mix of playful teasing and tender care. Once you're done, you step out and wrap yourselves in fluffy towels, the warmth of the bathroom still lingering on your skin.
Jungkook grabs your hand, leading you back to the bedroom. "Let's get dressed and have that breakfast. I'm starving."
You laugh, following him willingly. "Sounds like a plan."
As you both get ready, the easy, comfortable atmosphere between you makes it clear that something has shifted. You're not just enjoying each other physically anymore; you're building a deeper connection, one that's filled with genuine affection and understanding. But still, you're too dumb to admit it or even realize it.
Jungkook watches you as you towel dry your hair, a soft smile playing on his lips. He's feeling it too, that growing bond between you, but he doesn't want to tell you, scared you might run away from him but still he's content to just be in the moment, to enjoy the simplicity of being with you without overthinking it.
You catch his eye in the mirror and smile back, feeling a warm flutter in your chest. It's a feeling that's becoming increasingly familiar, a mix of comfort and excitement that you can't quite put your finger on. But instead of pondering it, you push it aside, focusing on the here and now.
Once you're both dressed, Jungkook takes your hand and leads you to the kitchen. As he enters the kitchen, you linger behind, drawn to the turntable. You decide to play that Michael Bublé vinyl again, but as you approach, you notice a wooden box beside it. Curious, you open it and find it filled with vinyl albums—most of them are from artists like Benny Goodman, Count Basie, Ella Fitzgerald, and Louis Armstrong, all upbeat, dance-worthy records. The Michael Bublé album is the only one with a slower, more romantic vibe.
You glance back at Jungkook as he prepares a simple breakfast, humming softly to himself as he moves around the kitchen. The domesticity of the moment strikes you—the way he seems so at ease in this space, as if this is how mornings should always be. You can't help but wonder why he chose the Bublé vinyl and mentioned it as the only option, even though there are so many others.
But after a moment of pondering, you brush the thought aside. Maybe he simply likes that album more than the others. You place the headshell on the Michael Bublé vinyl, letting the music start to play, and then walk over to the kitchen, where he's still humming and cooking.
As you watch him, you feel a sense of contentment wash over you, deciding that some things don't need overthinking. Sometimes, it's enough to just enjoy the moment.
"Coffee or tea?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder at you.
"Coffee," you reply, settling onto a stool at the counter. "Black, please."
He nods, pouring you a cup and setting it in front of you with a smile. "Just how you like it."
You take a sip, savoring the rich, bitter flavor. "Thanks. This is perfect."
He grins, sitting down next to you with his own cup. "Any plans for today?"
You shrug. "I was thinking we could just relax, maybe go for a walk on the beach later."
"Sounds good to me," he agrees. "I could use a lazy day."
You both fall into a comfortable silence, and you stand from the stool to hug him from behind while he cooks. Your arms wrap around his waist, and you rest your head against his back, feeling the warmth of his body through the fabric of his shirt.
"Seeing you cook turns me on so much," you whisper, your breath hot against his back.
He turns around, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His hands find your hips, pulling you closer. "Is that so?" he murmurs, his voice low and teasing.
You nod, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Mm-hmm. Something about the way you move around the kitchen... it's sexy."
He chuckles, his hands roaming up and down your sides. "Well, in that case..." He leans down, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss. The world around you seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this intimate moment.
His hands slide under your shirt, caressing the soft skin of your back, and you shiver at his touch. You press closer to him, deepening the kiss, your fingers tangling in his hair. The kiss grows more intense, filled with a hunger that's been building between you.
With a swift movement, he lifts you onto the counter, positioning himself between your legs. Your hands roam over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, nibbling and sucking at your sensitive skin.
"Jungkook," you gasp, your head falling back as he continues to explore your neck with his mouth. "We're supposed to be having breakfast."
"Breakfast can wait," he murmurs against your skin, his hands slipping under your shirt to cup your breasts. "Right now, I want you."
You moan softly, arching into his touch, your body already responding to his skilled hands and mouth. For Once In My Life sounds in the living room as he lifts your shirt over your head, discarding it carelessly on the floor. His eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of you, his lips returning to yours in a heated kiss.
Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer as his hands continue to roam your body, exploring every curve and dip.
You press closer to him, deepening the kiss, your fingers tangling in his hair. The kiss grows more intense, filled with a hunger that's been building between you. He grabs your ass, squeezing it, and you moan into his lips.
"Ahem..." You hear someone clearing their throat, and you immediately pull away.
You turn, eyes wide, to see an elderly woman standing in the doorway. Before you can ask who, she is, Jungkook's voice cuts through the silence. "Nana? What are you doing here?" His hands fly off your body as if you were burning him.
In that instant, it clicks in your mind. You're shirtless in front of his grandma, sitting on her kitchen counter.
"Oh my God!" you exclaim, quickly grabbing your shirt from the floor and trying to cover yourself. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment.
Jungkook's grandmother stands there, her expression a mix of surprise and amusement. "I came to check on you, dear. But it seems you're... quite occupied."
"Nana, I... I didn't know you were coming," Jungkook stammers, his face flushed.
She chuckles softly, shaking her head. "Clearly. Don't worry, I'll give you two some privacy. Just wanted to make sure everything was alright. I'll give you a minute to... calm down" She turns to leave, pausing to give you a reassuring smile. "Nice to meet you, dear."
"Nice to meet you too," you manage to squeak out, mortified.
As she leaves, you and Jungkook stand there in awkward silence for a moment. He rubs the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at you. "I'm so sorry about that. I didn't expect her to come by."
You laugh nervously, slipping your shirt back on. "It's okay. Just... unexpected."
"I should go to talk to her," he says stressed about the situation
"Yes, do you want me to go with you?" you ask him, trying to help.
"I... yeah," he replies, his voice softer. "That would be nice."
You both head to the living room, where his grandmother is waiting. She's sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine. She looks up and smiles as you approach.
"Jungkook, dear, don't worry about it," she says before he can speak. "I was young once too, you know. And you two seem to have a lovely connection."
Jungkook sighs in relief, sitting down beside her. "Thanks, Nana. I just didn't want you to think..."
"I don't think anything bad, dear," she interrupts, patting his hand. "I'm happy to see you happy."
"First girl you ever brought and she's beautiful. I'm proud of you," she adds, making Jungkook's cheeks redden slightly. "I'm gonna have the prettiest grandchildren" She smiles widely.
"Nana!" Jungkook calls her embarrassed
"Oh don't act like that dear, we both know you're a hopeless romantic" You gaze at Jungkook and see his eyes widening like plates.
"Nana! Please just stop"
"All right, all right, what's your name dear?" She looks at you with a tender smile
"Yn," you say shyly
"Yn," she repeats, smiling warmly. "It's lovely to meet you, Yn."
"You too," you reply, feeling a bit more at ease.
"Nana, why are you here?" Jungkook interrupts, cutting off his grandmother before she says something else confusing.
"Oh, how rude of you to respond so bluntly, as if this isn't my home and you aren't my grandson. I wanted to check on you and see if you were alright," she scolds him in a firm tone, as though he were still a little kid.
"Sorry, Nana. I was just surprised to see you here. Weren't you in New York?" he apologizes, carefully choosing his words to avoid another scolding.
"Yes, but when you mentioned you were here alone, I thought it was a good idea to join you. You hardly visit me in New York anymore," she says, feigning hurt. Jungkook's guilty expression only encourages her. She shoots him a quick, playful glance, half-smiling at you before putting on her hurt expression again. She's clearly toying with him, and he's falling for it.
"You know I always visit you, Nana. I've just been... busy lately." He steps closer and takes her hand, and she immediately smiles at him.
"Well, if you've been busy with a girlfriend, I can forgive you. But the fact that you didn't bring her to introduce her to me, that I can't overlook," she says, looking down, and Jungkook sighs.
"Nana... we're just getting to know each other," he explains, glancing at you nervously, but you smile, reassuring him.
"Alright, alright," she relents, raising her hands as if to end the conversation. "But don't take too long to get to know each other. I want great-grandchildren as soon as possible. I'm old, and I want to enjoy them just like I enjoyed you." She playfully pinches his cheek, making him blush like a teenager, which you find endearing.
"Nana, please," he pleads, barely managing to get the words out.
"I know, I know. I shouldn't treat you like a kid in front of others," she says with a shrug. "And I shouldn't be saying what I just said," she adds with a mischievous smile.
"Nana..." he begins, but she gives him a look that says more than words ever could.
"Nana..." he echoes, matching her gaze.
You watch the exchange, amused by how alike they are in their stubbornness.
"Alright, I'll leave you two alone. Enjoy your time together," she says, standing up. She gives Jungkook a final smile. "And don't worry, Kookie. I'm just happy to see you happy."
Jungkook walks her to the door and gives her a tight hug. "Thanks for everything, Nana."
She kisses his cheek. "No worries, Kookie." She turns to you with a warm smile, and you smile back, though still feeling a bit awkward. "Now, carry on with your baby-making activities," she teases.
Both of you turn as red as tomatoes, unable to believe his grandma just said that, especially after catching you in an awkward moment.
"NANA!" Jungkook exclaims, but she quickly hurries out the door, waving goodbye before he can say anything else.
As she leaves, Jungkook turns back to you, looking both relieved and amused. "Well, that was... interesting."
You laugh, feeling the tension dissipate. "Definitely unexpected. But she's wonderful."
He nods, pulling you into a tight embrace. "Yeah, she is. I'm glad you got to meet her, even if it was a bit... awkward."
You smile up at him. "A little bit too awkward but It's okay. Now, where were we before we were interrupted?"
He grins, leaning down to kiss you. "We were about to have sex before having breakfast"
"Let's have breakfast just in case she comes back," you say making him chuckle
He nods, pulling you into a tighter embrace. "Yeah, good idea. Let's get that breakfast sorted."
You both head back to the kitchen, the earlier awkwardness melting away. He starts to plate up the breakfast he was preparing, and you help by setting the table. The smell of food fills the air, and you can't help but feel content in this moment with him.
Once everything is ready, you both sit down to eat. The conversation flows easily, filled with laughter and light teasing. Every now and then, he reaches out to hold your hand or brush a stray lock of hair from your face, making you feel more connected to him.
"So... Nana, huh?" you ask playfully, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, don't laugh. She insisted I call her that when I was a kid, and I'm used to it," he says, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks.
"I find it cute. It seems like you're her favorite grandchild," you say, taking a bite of your pancake.
"I'm her only grandchild," he whispers, looking down. "And she's one of my favorite people," he adds, giving you a nostalgic look.
"That's so sweet. Mimi told me you used to spend a lot of time with her when you were a kid," you mention, hoping to keep the conversation light.
His expression changes, a frown creasing his forehead. "What else did she tell you?" he asks, his tone suddenly serious.
"Not much, just that you were shy and barely talked to anyone," you reply, noticing the tension in his voice.
He nods, standing abruptly from the table. "I'm going to do the dishes," he mutters, walking to the kitchen.
You sit there, stunned, trying to figure out what just happened. Why is he so upset? Gathering your thoughts, you decide to follow him. Quietly, you walk to the kitchen and find him leaning over the sink, his shoulders slumped as he stares down at the water. Your heart aches at the sight of him looking so vulnerable and troubled.
Without saying a word, you walk up to him and wrap your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your cheek against his back. The warmth of your touch and the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear make you feel connected to him in a way words can't describe.
For a moment, you both stay silent, the sound of the waves outside and the gentle hum of the refrigerator filling the space. You can feel the tension in his body slowly easing as he takes a deep breath, leaning back slightly into your embrace.
"I'm sorry," he finally says, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's just... talking about my childhood brings up a lot of memories"
You tighten your arms around him, letting him know you're there for him. "You don't have to explain if you're not ready," you say softly. "I'm here for you, no matter what."
He turns around in your embrace, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of gratitude and sadness. "Thank you," he murmurs, pulling you closer.
"Now, why don't we go to the beach and forget about everything that has happened today?" you suggest, rising on your tiptoes to kiss him gently.
A small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he nods. "That sounds perfect," he agrees, his voice soft but steadier.
You both quickly change into your swimsuits, the prospect of a relaxing day at the beach lifting the mood. As you head down the path to the shore, the scent of saltwater fills the air, and the sound of waves crashing against the sand grows louder.
When you reach the beach, you spread out a blanket and settle down together. The sun is warm against your skin, and the gentle breeze carries the faint cries of seagulls overhead. You lean back, propping yourself up on your elbows, and watch Jungkook as he gazes out at the ocean.
"Should we get in?" he asks, turning to you with a playful glint in his eyes.
You smile, feeling the excitement build. "Absolutely," you reply, jumping to your feet.
Jungkook follows suit, and you both make your way to the water's edge. The cool waves lap at your feet, sending a pleasant shiver up your spine. You take a deep breath, savoring the salty air, and then run into the water, laughing as the waves crash around you.
Jungkook grins, his hair slicked back and water streaming down his face. He splashes you, and you retaliate, sending a spray of water in his direction. The two of you engage in a playful water fight. He lunges toward you, and you squeal, diving under the water to escape his grasp.
When you resurface, he's right there, his arms slipping around your waist. You gasp as he lifts you slightly out of the water, spinning you around. The world becomes a blur of blue and white, and you clutch onto his shoulders, your laughter ringing out.
Finally, he sets you back down, and you find yourselves face to face, the laughter fading into soft smiles. His eyes lock onto yours, the playful glint replaced by something deeper. He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping securely around your waist, and you feel the steady beat of his heart against your chest. The ocean sways around you, a gentle rhythm that mirrors your own breath.
"Sorry about all the awkward visits," he says, his voice soft and sincere. "It was supposed to be a fun weekend just for you and me, and now you've met the people who treat me like a baby." He laughs, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks.
"Yeah, now I know that the bad boy style was just a facade," you chuckle, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw.
He grins, his eyes twinkling. "Guilty as charged. But I promise, I'll make it up to you. No more interruptions, just us."
You lean in, brushing your lips against his in a gentle kiss. "I'm looking forward to it," you whisper against his mouth.
He kisses you with a big smile on his face, his heart fluttering with the joy of having you by his side in his favorite place. As his grandma said, he has always been a hopeless romantic, but the circumstances of life have never allowed him to experience something like this. Every time he was here as a teenager, watching others have their summer flings, he always wondered what it was like. But he was always the awkward boy who stuck close to his grandma—until Jimin came into his life. Even then, he was the awkward boy third-wheeling Jimin and his girlfriend.
But now, he's finally living it. Even though you're not officially his girlfriend and he knows he could lose you at any minute, the way you look at him makes him believe that you'll stay. And he holds on to that hope tightly.
He deepens the kiss, his hands gently cupping your face as if you might disappear if he lets go. The salty breeze mingles with the warmth of your bodies. He pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, and he gazes into your eyes with a mix of vulnerability and contentment.
"This is my favorite place on earth. I hope we can come together again," he says, his eyes shining with emotion.
Your heart skips a beat. Not only has he brought you to his favorite place, but he's also opening up to you and planning future trips together. "If you invite me again, I'm up to come back to this beautiful place," you say, looking around with a smile. It is an amazing place, no doubt, but the actual view is right in front of you. "With you," you add, jumping into his arms, and he catches you effortlessly.
"Should we spend the last few hours here in bed?" he asks with a mischievous smile.
"Absolutely," you reply, your voice filled with anticipation.
Back in the bedroom, the atmosphere shifts to one of intimate anticipation. You take your time undressing each other, savoring every touch and kiss. The air between you is charged, every movement deliberate and meaningful.
"You're so pretty," he whispers as he kisses your shoulder.
You smile at his words, loving the way he calls you pretty. "God, you're perfect," he murmurs, his eyes tracing the contours of your body, his hands following the same path.
"Stop, you're making me feel shy," you protest, covering your face with your hands.
"Well, don't. I really mean it. You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen," he says, gently pulling your hands away from your face.
"Ok, I don't know if I believe that. We live in New York, and you've worked with models," you say, thinking of the breathtaking girls he's often surrounded by. You know you're pretty, but the prettiest?
"I'm just gonna say this once," he begins, his voice firm yet tender. "I could work with a hundred models and would still keep thinking you're the prettiest. It takes more than a beautiful face to impress me the way you did."
His words hang in the air, wrapping around you like a warm embrace. The sincerity in his eyes makes your heart swell, and you realize he sees something in you that goes beyond physical beauty. It's a connection, a spark that ignites whenever you're together.
As he leans in to kiss you again, you let yourself believe him. In his arms, under his gaze, you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.
He carries you to the bed with ease, laying you down gently and positioning himself between your legs. His gaze never leaves yours as he leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that starts soft but quickly deepens. His hands explore your body with a reverence that makes you feel cherished, every touch igniting sparks of pleasure.
You arch into him, your hands roaming over his back, pulling him closer. The weight of his body against yours is intoxicating, grounding you in the moment. His kisses trail from your lips to your neck, leaving a path of heat in their wake.
"Jungkook," you breathe out, your voice laced with desire.
He lifts his head, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. "I want you," he whispers, his voice husky.
"Then take me," you reply, your own voice filled with need.
He smiles, a blend of tenderness and hunger, before capturing your lips again. His hands move with a purpose now, caressing and teasing in all the right places. Slowly, he slides one finger between your folds, causing you to catch a gasp in your throat.
He watches the frown on your face and your eyes closed, knowing you're enjoying it but soon will want more. He slides his finger in and out, maintaining a steady rhythm as he supports his weight on his elbows. His erection twitches against your thigh, a testament to his own mounting desire.
The sensation is maddening, each movement of his finger sending ripples of pleasure through you. Your breath quickens, and you bite your lip, trying to stifle the moans that threaten to escape.
"Jungkook," you whisper, your voice trembling with need.
He smirks, adding another finger and increasing the pace. "I want to hear you," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear.
You can't hold back anymore, your hips bucking against his hand, seeking more of the delicious friction. "Please," you gasp, your voice barely audible.
His eyes darken with desire, and he lowers his head to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking gently as his fingers work you closer to the edge. The combination of sensations is overwhelming, your body arching into his touch, the coil of pleasure tightening within you.
He can feel your body trembling, and he knows you're close. "Come for me," he whispers against your skin, his breath hot and tantalizing.
With a final, expert thrust of his fingers, you shatter, a cry of his name escaping your lips. Waves of pleasure crash over you, and you cling to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as you ride out your orgasm.
He watches you with a mix of pride and desire, savoring the sight of you completely undone by his touch. As you come down from your high, he withdraws his fingers and positions himself at your entrance, the head of his cock teasing your folds.
"Now, I'm going to make you mine," he murmurs, his voice thick with need.
You nod, breathless and eager. "Yes, please."
He enters you slowly, filling you completely, and the sensation is exquisite. The connection between you feels electric, every nerve ending alive with pleasure. He sets a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust deep and deliberate, building the intensity once more.
"You feel fucking good, baby," he growls as he thrusts into you.
You cross your legs around his waist to feel him deeper, grabbing the bed sheets to control your orgasm, wanting to savor every moment with him. His hand plays with your nipple, and his mouth devours yours in a passionate kiss.
"Come here, baby," he says, pulling out and sitting up in bed. You follow him without complaint, knowing he always knows how to enhance the pleasure.
He turns around and pulls your hand, guiding you to sit in front of him. "You're going to sit on my dick while I hold you, baby," he commands, his voice dripping with desire.
You bite your lip, loving how he calls you "baby," especially in moments like this, with him drooling over your body, covered in sweat. You do as he says, slowly lowering yourself onto him. He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your shoulder.
"Now look up and tell me that isn't the most beautiful girl," he whispers, still kissing your shoulder.
You look up and realize you're facing a large mirror, your reflection showing the raw passion between you. You were so lost in his touch that you didn't even notice you were now facing the mirror.
"Jungkook..." you whisper.
"You're fucking beautiful," he interrupts. "Now I want you to watch yourself as I make you mine."
You lock eyes with him in the mirror, and he turns your face to kiss your lips as he slowly slides deeper inside of you. The sight of the two of you in the mirror, bodies intertwined and glistening with sweat, heightens the intensity of the moment.
His movements are slow and deliberate, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you. His eyes never leave yours in the mirror, and the intimacy of the moment is almost overwhelming. You feel him everywhere, his touch, his gaze, his words, all combining to make you feel completely cherished and desired.
He tightens his grip on your waist, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmurs, "I want you to watch us. Watch how perfect we are together."
You do as he says, your eyes fixed on the mirror, mesmerized by the sight of him moving inside you. The image of your bodies moving together, the pleasure etched on both your faces, is almost too much to bear.
"Jungkook," you gasp, your body trembling with the intensity of the sensations coursing through you.
"That's it, baby. Let go. Let me see you come for me," he whispers, his voice a mix of command and encouragement.
You can't hold back any longer. The combination of his touch, his words, and the sight of the two of you together in the mirror pushes you over the edge. You cry out his name as the pleasure crashes over you, your body convulsing in his arms.
He follows you moments later, his own release tearing through him as he holds you close, his movements erratic and desperate. He buries his face in your neck, groaning your name as he finds his own climax.
For a moment, you both stay there, bodies trembling and hearts racing, the intensity of the moment lingering in the air. Then, slowly, he pulls back, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.
"Can you see yourself the way I see you?" he asks in a low tone, his breath warm against your skin.
You look into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and affection in his gaze. "I'm starting to," you whisper back, feeling a strange flutter in your stomach as you look at him in the eyes.
He smiles, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. "Good. Because you're fucking beautiful. You blow my mind every time I look at you," he says, his voice filled with raw honesty.
Your heart swells at his words. "God, you make me feel like a teenager," you confess, laughing at yourself.
He joins in your laughter, his eyes twinkling. "You love to see me flustered, don't you?"
"I have to admit it, I do," he replies with a playful grin. "It's one of my favorite things."
"Okay, but you need to stop. I don't know how to react," you confess, feeling the blush creeping up your cheeks again.
"The way you react is just perfect. Squirming and blushing, you look so cute—just my type," he says, his smile making you giggle. He grabs your waist and pulls you closer, his touch sending shivers down your spine.
His gaze darkens immediately, filled with desire. "Tell me when you're ready for round two."
You look at him, surprised by his stamina and arousal. Was he really ready this fast?
"Are you already hard?" you ask, still finding it hard to believe he is ready so quickly.
"I'm getting harder as we talk," he replies, his eyes fixed on your lips with hunger, sending a heat wave down your body.
An involuntary "Hmm" escaped your lips, surprising even yourself. Your hand moved lower, seeking him out until you found him.
"Oh, you're so ready," you whispered as you pumped him, meeting his gaze boldly. "Should I taste you first?" you ask playfully, wanting to catch him off guard.
"Only if you sit on my face while you do it," he replied unexpectedly catching you off guard.
"You love that, don't you?" you ask him, laughing.
"I wish I could be your chair, baby. Of course, I fucking love it," he replies, making you laugh harder.
"Fine," you say, sitting on the bed and positioning yourself over his face. Before you can reach for his member, he pulls you down, devouring you with fervor.
Your eyes roll back as you forget what you are about to do, lost in the sensation of his tongue moving expertly against your center. His hands grip your thighs, holding you in place as he explores every inch of you with his mouth. The intensity of his touch sends waves of pleasure through your body, making it impossible to focus on anything else.
"N... No, wait," you manage to gasp, trying to lift yourself off him, but his grip on your thighs tightens, holding you firmly in place. "Wait, Jungkook... I can't focus on you"
He pauses for a moment, looking up at you with a mix of hunger and determination. "No, baby. I want to make you feel good," he says, his voice muffled against your skin.
Your protests melt away as his tongue resumes its rhythm, teasing and tasting you with a relentless passion. The sensation is overwhelming, and you find yourself surrendering to the waves of pleasure coursing through you. His hands caress your thighs, guiding your movements, urging you to let go and enjoy the moment fully.
You thread your fingers through his hair, holding on as the intensity builds. Every flick of his tongue, every gentle bite sends shivers down your spine. You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you ride the waves of ecstasy.
He continues his relentless pace, each movement of his tongue pushing you closer to the edge. The room around you fades away, leaving only the overwhelming sensation of his mouth and the steady grip of his hands. You can't help the moans that escape your lips, each one louder than the last, urging him on.
His fingers dig into your thighs as he intensifies his efforts, his tongue flicking faster, delving deeper. Your body trembles, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. With a final, desperate cry, you shatter, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave.
He doesn't stop, guiding you through the aftershocks with gentle, soothing strokes. Eventually, he slows and then stops, placing a tender kiss on your inner thigh. As you come down from your high, you feel his hands slowly loosening their grip, letting you slide down beside him.
You have to lay on the bed for a minute to catch your breath and stop trembling you close your eyes and feel his hand caressing your belly.
When you catch your breath you remember what you were about to do before he interrupted you to give you an amazing orgasm.
"My turn," you say, running a hand over his chest and positioning yourself between his legs.
He looks at you with a wide grin on his face, appreciating the view of your hands around his cock and your ass up in the air. You can see the anticipation in his eyes, his breathing quickening with every passing second.
As usual, you kiss his tip before sliding your tongue along his length, something he's very used to and absolutely loves. His body tenses with pleasure, a soft groan escaping his lips as you take him into your mouth. You start with slow, deliberate strokes, using your tongue to tease him, feeling him throb against your touch.
His hands tangle in your hair, guiding you gently but firmly, urging you to take more of him. You respond by increasing your pace, taking him deeper, your tongue swirling around his shaft. The sounds of his pleasure, the guttural groans, and whispered encouragements, only spur you on.
He looks down at you with a mix of awe and desire, the sight of you pleasuring him is pushing him closer to the edge. His hips start to move in sync with your rhythm, meeting each of your movements with a thrust of his own. You can feel him getting closer, his grip on your hair tightening, his breath becoming ragged.
Just as you sense him teetering on the brink, you pull back slightly, looking up at him with a mischievous smile. "Ready for more?" you ask playfully.
His eyes darken with lust, a growl rumbling in his chest. "Always," he replies, his voice thick with need.
Without breaking eye contact, you take him back into your mouth, resuming your slow, torturous rhythm. The anticipation builds as you vary your pace, sometimes taking him deep and slow, other times quick and shallow, keeping him on the edge.
His fingers tighten in your hair, his hips thrusting up involuntarily as he chases his release. "Fuck, you're so good baby," he mutters, his voice strained with pleasure.
You increase your pace, taking him deeper, feeling him hit the back of your throat. His body tenses, his muscles taut as he gets closer and closer. His breathing becomes more erratic, and his groans louder, filling the room with the sound of his pleasure.
Just when you sense he's about to come, you pull back again, letting his tip rest on your tongue, teasing him with light flicks. He lets out a frustrated groan, his eyes blazing with need.
"You like teasing me, don't you?" he growls, his voice low and gravelly.
You smile up at him, a wicked glint in your eyes. "Maybe a little," you admit, giving his shaft a slow, deliberate lick.
"Come here," he demands, his tone leaving no room for argument. He pulls you up, flipping you onto your back with surprising ease.
He positions himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock teasing your folds. "Ready for round two?" he asks, his voice husky with desire.
"Always," you echo his earlier words, wrapping your legs around his waist, urging him in.
With one powerful thrust, he enters you, filling you completely. The sensation is exquisite, a mix of pleasure and connection that leaves you breathless. He sets a steady rhythm, each thrust deep and deliberate, driving you both higher.
His hands roam your body, caressing and squeezing, his mouth finding yours in a hungry kiss. The intensity builds with each movement, your bodies moving in perfect sync.
He increases his pace, driving into you with a primal urgency, his breath hot against your neck. You meet each of his thrusts, your bodies slick with sweat, the sound of skin against skin mingling with your moans of pleasure.
As you both approach the edge, he grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers, grounding you in the moment. "Look at me," he commands, his voice rough with need.
Your gaze meets his shiny eyes, the intensity of his desire mirrored in your own. The connection between you feels almost tangible. His eyes burn into yours, and the world around you seems to blur, leaving just the two of you suspended in this moment.
His thrusts become more urgent, each one driving you closer to the edge. The sensation of his hand in yours, the warmth of his body, the raw need in his eyes—it all coalesces into a wave of overwhelming pleasure.
"Oh... wa..it," you cry out, making him stop abruptly.
"What's wrong?" he asks, looking down at you with a worried gaze
"There's something I've always wanted to do," you say, your voice trembling with anticipation. His eyes relax, relieved, and then proceed to darken with desire.
"What do you want, baby?" he murmurs, placing a quick peck on your shoulder.
"I want you to fuck me on the balcony."
His eyes widen in surprise, then narrow with a mix of excitement and lust. "Are you sure?" he asks, his voice huskier than ever.
You nod, biting your lip, your heart pounding with the thrill of the idea. "Yes, I want to feel you under the sunlight."
Without another word, he scoops you up in his arms, carrying you through the room to the balcony. The fresh air washes over your heated skin as he sets you down, positioning you against the railing. The sun starts to set on the horizon making his skin shine golden, he looks surreal.
Jungkook's hands roam over your body, sending shivers down your spine. He pulls you close "Hold on tight," he whispers.
You grip the railing, anticipation, and exhilaration coursing through you. He presses against you from behind, his body fitting perfectly against yours. The cool breeze adds to the sensations already overwhelming you.
With a slow, deliberate movement, he enters you again, his hands gripping your hips. The combination of the public setting and his relentless passion pushes you to new heights. Every thrust, every gasp, is magnified by the risk and thrill of being outside.
"God, you have no idea of how amazing my view is from here," he groans, his voice a rough whisper in your ear as he spanks your ass.
The mixture of pleasure and the ocean breeze makes your senses tingle. You arch your back, pressing into him, urging him to go deeper, harder. He obliges, his movements becoming more frenzied, more desperate.
Your cries of pleasure echo. The intensity builds, and your body tightens with the approach of release. Jungkook's hands grip you tighter, his own breaths coming in ragged gasps.
With a final, powerful thrust, the wave crashes over you both, your body arching against him as you finally surrender to the intense climax that crashes over you. He follows you over the edge, his own release spilling into you as he lets out a guttural groan.
As the sensations slowly subside, he turns you around, kissing you deeply, tenderly. "That was...," he murmurs against your lips.
"Incredible" you reply, smiling up at him.
"Yeah," he agrees, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Incredible."
You both stand there for a moment, savoring the shared intimacy and the breeze of the ocean.
"We should take a selfie with this view behind us," he suggests, and you're suddenly surprised that you haven't taken a picture together here yet. You were so caught up in enjoying the place and each other that you completely forgot.
"Yes, we should," you agree, heading into the bedroom to grab your phone. "Should we get dressed first?" you ask, feeling a bit self-conscious about still being naked.
"We can take an A-rated pic, from the shoulders up," he suggests with a grin, and you nod, walking back to him.
"Okay, smile." He hugs you from behind as you hold up the phone and snap the picture. "Aw, we look good," you say, smiling at the photo.
"Yeah, now for the R-rated one." He pulls you close by the waist, making you wrap your legs around his hips. "Make sure our naked bodies are in the frame, baby," he winks at you, and before you can second-guess it, you cup his face with your free hand, kiss him, and snap the photo, holding the phone far enough to capture both of your naked bodies.
You pull away and look down at the pic. "Whoa, this is never seeing the light of day," you say, eyeing the spicy photo. You both look hot, but it's definitely too R-rated.
"God, you look fucking amazing," he says, admiring the picture. "I'm gonna be contemplating this for long periods of time," he smirks, and you immediately catch his meaning.
"Ew," you make a disgusted face, and he laughs.
"Sometimes I miss you a lot, baby, and I have to find other ways to remember you." Your eyes widen as your face heats up.
"EW!" you exclaim, covering your face with your hands.
"Come on, baby, don't be shy. You had my dick in your mouth a minute ago," he says, laughing.
"Oh my god, Jungkook!"
"Come on, baby, you even kiss it before you suck it," he teases, reminding you how wild you get when you're turned on by his beautiful naked body.
"Oh my god, okay, yes, I love giving you head. Can we finish this conversation?" you ask, eager to move on. You love the intimacy, but talking about it when you're not in the moment feels awkward.
"That's my girl," he smiles. "Now, how about one last round in the shower?" He gently pecks your lips.
"What?! How can you feel horny again?" you ask, genuinely surprised.
"I'm not yet, but we need to shower before we leave, and I always get turned on when I see you naked and wet," he grins, his eyes darkening with desire.
You sigh, feeling a mix of amusement and anticipation. "Fine, but let's make it quick. We have a long drive ahead."
He grins and lifts you effortlessly, carrying you into the bathroom. You can't help but giggle as he turns on the shower, adjusting the water to the perfect temperature. The steam starts to fill the room, creating a warm and intimate atmosphere.
As the water cascades over your bodies, you feel the tension from earlier melt away. Jungkook's hands move over your skin, washing away the remnants of your earlier activities, but it's clear his mind is on something else entirely.
His lips find yours in a slow, passionate kiss, and you melt into him, feeling the water and his touch blend into a symphony of sensations. His hands explore your body with a familiarity that sends shivers down your spine.
"I love seeing you like this," he murmurs against your lips, his voice low and husky. "Wet and so damn sexy."
You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck. "You're not so bad yourself."
After he takes you against the bathroom wall, he gently sets you down and finishes washing you both off. There's a quiet intimacy in the way he cares for you, and it makes you feel cherished in a way words can't express.
Once you're both clean and dried off, you head back to the bedroom to get dressed. Jungkook watches you with a soft smile, his eyes filled with a warmth that makes your heart flutter.
"Ready to go?" he asks, pulling on his shirt.
"Yeah, let's go," you reply, feeling a sense of contentment settle over you.
...
After about two hours, you're back in New York. It's Sunday night, and even though it's only 8 pm, the streets are still bustling with people. At a stoplight, you're locked in a passionate kiss with Jungkook when your phone chimes in your purse. Reluctantly, you pull away and check your phone, finding a new message from Mila.
"Are you back? Dinner tonight?"
You stare at the message for what feels like an eternity, unsure of how to respond. You want to stay with Jungkook tonight; the thought of separating from him so soon is disheartening. But you also miss Mila after not seeing her all weekend.
"What's wrong, baby?" Jungkook asks, noticing your puzzled expression.
"Nothing, it's just Mila. She wants to have dinner tonight." You see a flicker of disappointment cross his face.
"Oh," he says under his breath, and just as you're about to tell him you'll decline Mila's invitation, his phone rings, interrupting you.
"It's Jimin," he says, looking at you. You suddenly wonder if something happened between them. "Hey man," you hear him reply. "Oh, dinner." He glances at you, probably being asked to join Jimin for dinner. "I don't know, man, I'm tired." He tries to decline but eventually concedes. "Fine, fine, I'll meet you there."
"Sorry, peach. He said he had a rough weekend and he needs a friend. I couldn't reject him." You nod, understanding.
"It's fine. I guess I'm meeting with Mila." You give him a small smile. "Maybe something happened between them."
He nods and refocuses on the road. You take out your phone and text Mila to come over, as you're a bit tired. She replies that she'll be there in an hour with dinner from 230 Fifth, a place you love.
You lean back in your seat and gaze at the busy streets.
"Where are you meeting Jimin?" you ask, curious.
"At a bar near the building. He said he doesn't want to be in his apartment," he replies. You nod, noticing that you're approaching your building. Just a few more blocks, and you'll be there. You glance at Jungkook, who looks tired and stressed. You wish you could just spend the night with him, resting, but you know your friend needs you and Jimin needs Jungkook, so you'll have to wait.
"What are you thinking about, Peach?" he asks, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles.
"Nothing... I just wish we could stay in and watch a movie," you reply. He gives you a sweet smile.
"Later, okay? I promise." You smile back at him, feeling a flutter in your stomach at the thought of coming back to him later tonight.
"Alright, I'll hold you to that promise," you say with a playful glint in your eyes.
The car stops in front of your building, and you both step out. Jungkook walks you to your door, his hand firmly holding yours. "I'll call you when I'm done with Jimin," he says, leaning in to kiss you softly.
You nod, feeling the warmth of his lips linger on yours. "I'll be here, waiting."
As you watch him leave, you feel a mix of anticipation and a tinge of longing. You head up to your apartment, quickly tidying up a bit before Mila arrives. You can hear the city's vibrant sounds through your window, the constant hum of life that never quite sleeps.
A knock on your door pulls you from your thoughts. You open it to find Mila holding a bag of food, her face lighting up with a smile. "Hey! I brought all your favorites."
You step aside, letting her in. "Thanks, Mila. You really didn't have to go all out."
She sets the food on the table and waves her hand dismissively. "Nonsense. It's the least I could do after dragging you out when you were clearly busy with Jungkook."
You laugh, shaking your head. "You caught us just as we got back. It's fine, though. I missed you."
Mila's expression softens. "I missed you too. Let's eat and catch up."
You both dig into the delicious food, talking about everything and nothing. It feels good to unwind and share stories with Mila, her laughter filling your apartment and making it feel even more like home.
Halfway through your dinner, your phone buzzes with a message from Jungkook. You quickly glance at it, seeing a photo of him and Jimin at the bar, both smiling and giving thumbs up. A caption reads: "We'll be quick, promise. Miss you already."
You smile, showing the picture to Mila. "Looks like they're having a good time."
Mila grins. "Jimin really values his friendship with Jungkook. It's good to see them together." Her expression shifts a little and you immediately know something is off.
"Alright, Mila, what's going on?" You ask, noticing the look on her face that clearly shows she's struggling.
"Is it that obvious?" she replies, surprised.
You nod in response.
"It's Jimin. We're fine, but there's something that bothered me," she says. You watch her eat silently, so she continues, "His parents were in the city this weekend, and when they called to say they were coming to his apartment, he immediately told me to leave instead of introducing me to them." You widen your eyes in disbelief. What a jerk.
"Don't worry about it, honey. Maybe he wasn't ready to introduce you and wants to do it at a better time and place," you say, trying to console her. Inside, though, you're fuming, wanting to kick his stupid blonde ass.
Mila sighs, her eyes downcast. "I know, but it still hurt. I mean, we've been together for a while now. It just felt like he was hiding me."
You reach across the table and squeeze her hand. "I get it. That would hurt anyone. But I think Jimin is just... I don't know, maybe scared? Meeting the parents is a big deal, and he might be worried about how it will go."
She nods, but you can see the doubt in her eyes. "Yeah, maybe. I just wish he'd talk to me about it instead of just sending me away."
"You should tell him how you feel," you suggest gently. "Communication is key, and if he knows it bothered you, he might be more considerate next time."
Mila gives you a small smile. "You're right. I'll talk to him"
"You deserve to be treated well, and if Jimin can't see that, then he needs a wake-up call." you give her a squeeze on the hand and gover a comforting smile.
"Anyway, enough of me and Jimin" her expression shifts to a mischievous one "How was your weekend at the Hamptons with that smoking hot neighbor of yours?" her eyebrows wiggle up and down.
"It was good," you say, taking a sip of your wine. You really don't want to delve into this topic with her, knowing she'll start with the whole 'in love' speech.
"Just good? Come on, a whole weekend in the Hamptons with that guy whose hands are always all over you? Be more explicit, please!" she exclaims, clearly excited.
"Alright, it was great. The sex was amazing," you shrug and continue eating.
"Is that really it?" she asks, disappointed. "Come on, tell me more."
"Okay, but you promise not to start with the 'we're in love' speech?" you point at her.
"I promise," she replies quickly.
"Fine. Well, his grandma's house is incredible—huge, luxurious, with the most amazing view. It has a pool where we made sure to do some baby-making without the babies," you wink at her, and she giggles, covering her mouth.
"He introduced me to their staff, who are incredibly sweet, and I also met his grandma," you explain casually.
"You met his grandma?!" her voice is so loud you're sure the neighbors heard.
"Yes, Mila, I met her. It wasn't planned, but yeah, I met her." She stares at you in disbelief.
"You met his grandma and you're not even dating?" she mutters under her breath. "Ugh, what's wrong with me? Why can't Jimin just introduce me to his parents casually?" She hides her face behind her hands.
"Stop doing this to yourself, Mila. There must be a reason. You just have to talk to him," you reassure her. "And it's not like Jungkook had other options, since his grandma found us about to do indecent things on her kitchen island."
She gasps. "What?!"
"Yeah, he was making breakfast and looked incredibly hot, so I couldn't keep my hands off him. We were about to... well, you know, when she walked in. Thankfully, she didn't come in a few minutes earlier or she would have caught us in an even more awkward situation."
Mila's eyes widen with shock and amusement. "Oh my god, Yn! That's insane!" You laugh, shaking your head.
"Tell me about it! But she was really sweet about it. She didn't make it awkward at all. Actually, she seemed to like me."
"Of course she did. You're amazing," Mila says with a reassuring smile. "And it sounds like Jungkook really cares about you."
"Mila," you interrupt, knowing where she's going with this.
"I'm just saying, Yn. God, I wish you could see from my perspective the way you look when you're together."
"That's because you're a sucker for love," you tease.
"But the way he looks at you is not just lust. He goes completely silent when you speak, listens attentively, and his eyes light up when you walk into the room. He never takes his gaze off you. God, you're either blind or you really don't care about him, which I don't believe." You roll your eyes, knowing she wasn't going to stop with the love talk. The girl seriously thinks she's living in a romance movie.
"We're not in love. We just get along really well and enjoy each other's company. That's it," you explain.
"Okay, if you don't want to see it, that's fine. I'll wait. But I want to be the maid of honor at your wedding. I know Lana will eventually come back, and I don't want her to take that place since I'm the one doing all the hard work of making you realize you've found the right one." You look at her, speechless. If she keeps this up, you might start to panic.
"Why are you so sure you're right?"
"Because I know you, and Jimin knows him. Believe me, everything is falling into place. You both changed your rules to be together, but you're too stubborn to realize it."
You shake your head, trying to suppress a laugh. "You're hopeless, you know that?"
Mila grins, unfazed. "Maybe. But I'm also right."
"Fine, think what you want. But I'm not planning any weddings anytime soon," you say, giving her a pointed look.
"Just keep that in mind when the time comes," she replies, winking.
You both laugh, the conversation shifting to lighter topics. As the evening winds down, you feel a warm sense of gratitude for Mila's unwavering support and her hopeful, if slightly over-the-top, belief in love.
When Mila is about to leave, you decide to join her in the lobby to wait for her cab. As you get down to the lobby, the elevator doors open to reveal Jimin and Jungkook standing there. Jimin's face shows surprise when he sees Mila, and you glance at her to see her looking awkwardly trapped.
"I guess it's time for you to talk," you say, stepping out of the elevator. You jump into Jungkook's arms, wrap your arms around his neck, and kiss him.
"Hi, pretty," he says with a sweet smile.
"Hi, Kookie." He scrunches his nose at the nickname. He had hoped you wouldn't use the nickname everyone calls him, but after hearing it so often, he figures you couldn't resist.
"I guess we should let them talk," you say, glancing at Jimin and Mila, who are standing awkwardly.
"Guys, why don't we take a walk—all together—in the park?" Jungkook suggests. They both nod in agreement. Jungkook wraps his arm around your waist, and you head outside together toward the park where you and Jungkook have shared many moments.
As you and Jungkook stroll through the park, the summer night air feels refreshing, filled with the sounds of crickets and distant city life. The two of you share stories, jokes, and gentle kisses, savoring the comfort of each other's company.
Behind you, Jimin and Mila walk together, talking softly. You can occasionally hear snippets of their conversation, and it seems like they're finally addressing the tension between them.
Jungkook pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "This weekend was perfect," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple.
You lean into him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "It really was. I can't wait for more weekends like that."
He smiles, his eyes sparkling under the streetlights. "Me too. And I promise, we'll have plenty more."
You walk in comfortable silence for a while, the gentle rhythm of your steps matching. When you glance back, you see Jimin and Mila walking hand in hand, a sign that their conversation went well.
"You think they're okay?" Jungkook asks, noticing your gaze.
"I think so," you reply. "Mila's tough, and Jimin seems to genuinely care about her. They'll work it out."
Jungkook nods, then grins mischievously. "Wanna race to that bench over there?"
You laugh, shaking your head. "You know you'll win."
"Not necessarily," he teases, pulling you into a playful sprint.
Laughing, you both race to the bench, collapsing onto it in a fit of giggles. As you catch your breath, you realize how much joy he brings into your life.
"Did you have fun with Jimin?" you ask as you recover your breath.
"Yeah, he was worried about Mila, his parents are a little demanding and he always feels the need to do everything perfectly, and he felt caught off guard when they came, it's not about her but about his relationship with his parents" he explains to you as he brushes your hair with his hands.
Jungkook smiles, pulling you closer. "I hope so. They deserve to be happy together."
You lean your head on his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest.
"Are you tired peach?" he asks and you actually feel really tired.
"Just a little" you say looking up at him.
"And still looking pretty" he gives you a sweet smile.
Your heart flutters at his words, and you kiss him softly, letting the rest of the world melt away. As you pull back, you notice Jimin and Mila walking toward you, hand in hand and smiling.
"Looks like they worked things out," Jungkook observes, giving you a satisfied smile. Mila and Jimin join you on the bench, their expressions much lighter than before.
"Hey," Mila says, her eyes sparkling. "Thanks for giving us the space to talk."
"Anytime," you reply, squeezing her hand. "How are you guys feeling?"
"Better," Jimin answers, glancing at Mila with a fond smile. "We talked it out and I think we're on the same page now."
"That's great," Jungkook says, clapping Jimin on the back. "Communication is key." Jimin nods in agreement.
"Yeah, it really is" he holds Mila's hand and smiles at her.
Jungkook wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as the four of you continue to chat for a while longer. The park is quiet, the soft sounds of the city in the background, and the conversation flows easily between you all.
Eventually, you all decide it's time to head back. As you walk together, Jimin and Mila trail behind, deep in conversation, while you and Jungkook stroll ahead, his arm still around you.
As you reach the building, Jimin and Mila share a hug with both of you. Taking advantage of the moment, Mila leans in and whispers, "You have to tell me what really happened at the Hamptons. He looks head over heels for you." You glance at Jungkook to make sure he doesn't hear, but he's busy talking to Jimin.
"There's nothing more to tell, Mila," you whisper back. She shakes her head.
"You can be honest with me, you know that, right?" she says, rubbing your back.
You nod and let out a sigh. "I know, Mila... I'm just figuring this out." You confess. You're not entirely sure what's happening with Jungkook, but you're not ready to dig too deep just yet.
"Okay" She gives you a quick hug before stepping back. "Goodnight, Yn. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Goodnight, Mila," you say, watching as she and Jimin head off together.
Turning back to Jungkook, you catch his eye, and he gives you a knowing smile. "Ready to head up?"
You nod, and the two of you walk into the building together. As you make your way to the elevator, you can't help but feel a sense of relief that things with Mila and Jimin seem to be on the right track. At the same time, you're aware of the lingering thoughts and feelings that Mila's words stirred up.
Once you're in your apartment, Jungkook pulls you into a warm embrace, his chin resting on top of your head. "You okay?"
You look up at him, the tenderness in his eyes making your heart skip a beat. "Yeah, I'm good."
He smiles, kissing your forehead softly. "Let's get some rest then. It's been a long day."
As you both get ready for bed, you find yourselfreflecting on the weekend and everything that's happened since. There's a quietunderstanding between you and Jungkook, a connection that feels deeper thanyou've let yourself acknowledge. But for now, you're content to let thingsunfold naturally.
I remember someone saying they wanted longer chapters, and now I only write chapters that are 10,000 words long :P