(Jungkook's POV)

Song Companion: Let You Go - Faime

—First Life, year 2015—

The apartment was dark and quiet when I entered. When nobody answered me even after I spent ten minutes pressing the bell and knocking on the front door, I figured nobody was home. Thank goodness I had the spare keys he gave me last summer so I managed to get in without having to wait for him to return, or else I would probably end up sitting out in the hallway like a bum.

Looking around in the dark, I felt surprisingly more welcomed being here than I felt back home. I had been in this place a lot of times before that I knew my way around like the back of my hand. There was no need for me to turn the lights on before finding my way to the huge sofa in the living room. I sat there by myself, letting the silence engulf me as my mind went back to what had happened earlier today, as my father's demeaning voice kept ringing inside my head, over and over again.

I had no idea how much time had passed, but I kept sitting there with my head hanging low, my forearms resting on my knees as if I was not only losing grip of reality and my future, but also of myself. And I was sitting in that same way, unflinching even as the sound of the front door's locks clicking was heard, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing, breaking the silence.

"Jungkook, is that you?" his deep voice rang echoed between the cold walls before the small lights from the corner of the room were turned on.

I said nothing to answer, nor did I turn to look at him. I heard him sigh deeply before his footsteps came closer to me. My eyes were still staring low onto the coffee table in front of me, before he sat down on the said table, facing me as he was waiting for me to look up.

"Jungkook?" he called my name again as I gave him no reaction at all. Although as he tossed his jacket on the empty spot beside me, the movement broke me from my reverie that I had no other choice but to lift my gaze, only to stare numbly into my older brother's eyes. His lips turned into a flat line before he finally spoke, "I would ask you on how it went today but judging from the look on your face I'm guessing that it didn't go well as planned."

The memory came back to me and the pain inside my chest had me clenching my jaw tightly. I watched how my brother's eyes caught onto my jaw, before looking down on my clenched hands. I never even realised that I was doing that before he glanced down, but I tried to loosen them up as I shook my head. "No," I answered him. I opened my mouth to speak again, but no words came out. Thankfully, he never pressed on. All he did was nodded his head and pushed himself off the table.

He said nothing to me as he walked over to his cabinet, pouring an amber coloured liquor into a clear glass. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked me with his back on me, not bothering to look at me as he placed a few pieces of ice cubes into his drink.

"Only if you pour me one of those," I said to him, which had him turning around to send me a quick scowl. "What? I need a drink and I do think I deserve one after what I've gone through tonight."

"Are you even legal? You haven't even gone through your high school graduation yet."

I scoffed. "Oh, please. You are absolutely not giving me that 'you're not legal enough to drink' lecture crap now. You were the one who gave me my first glass of vodka back when I was fifteen after all, big brother."

This time, he was the one who gave me a scoff, before he grinned at the memory. "Yeah, you're right. Who am I to lecture you?" he said to me, before turning back to the bottles on his cabinet and made me a similar drink to the one he was having. "So tell me," he said to me as he handed me the glass of glowing liquor. "What happened?"

I waited until he took a seat on the sofa next to me and once I had taken a huge gulp of the drink before I looked at him. Sighing deeply, I rested back on the sofa, watching him as he drank slowly without looking away. It took me another sip of the alcohol and a long exhale of breath before I finally spoke.

And then I told him everything.

I told him how I came home and went straight to our father's study to have the talk. I told him how nervous I was under our father's emotionless glare, and how proud I felt when I managed to finally told him about all the things that I was so passionate about, on my love for music, about how determined I was to chase my dream and on my wish of changing my majors once I started studying in university. And then I told my brother about our father's answer that had taken him no time at all to consider before giving them to me,

"The answer is no."

I downed the rest of my drink once the words rang inside my head, stabbing me right in the chest the same way it did when I first heard them. The way the liquor went down my throat, warming my whole body in one swift moment made my head spin for a bit that I had to close my eyes. Only opening them again once the pounding in my head subsided a little, and when I felt my brother returning to fill my glass to the brim. He set down the bottle on the table in front of us before sitting back down, already so sure that I might need more refills to heal the remaining dismay I still carried.

It took me days to gather the courage to speak up my mind, to be confident enough to face my father. And it was so damn painful to have my hopes being ripped and discarded as if they meant nothing at all to him when it meant the whole world to me. All the courage and hope that took me so long to muster was crushed within seconds with only one sentence.

"I was so goddamn sure when I came into his study, hoping that I would make a difference in both my life and for my future. That for once, he would give in, give me a chance to do something different. I've spent all my life so far doing everything he wanted, I thought for sure he would trust me enough to know what is right for me to do. And with one son already following his footsteps, would he not be more lenient to the other?"

If only I knew how wrong I was when he responded to my wish.

"What I say goes, Jungkook," I remembered him cutting me off when I tried to voice my reasons, as I tried to make him change his mind and think it over. Yet his firm tone was enough to put me in my place, leaving me with no other chance to put up a fight. "What kind of future are you expecting to get by focusing on music, anyway? No, you are going to focus on your business major, finish it quickly so you can join me build the company. Your brother is joining me soon with how fast he had been advancing in his studies, it would be best if you put your mind into it so you can be with us when the time comes."

My brother was silent as I kept telling him everything, as I relayed every single moment of how my hopes and dreams were shattered in less than five minutes. All he did was took a few slow sips of his drink and refilled our glasses while he waited for me to finish my story.

"That's actually quite surprising," he muttered after I was done talking.

"What do you mean?"

He shrugged and gently placed his empty glass away to face me. "I mean, Dad has always been so lenient with you, if you haven't noticed yet. I have witnessed him letting you get away with things and even solve your problems for you since you were young," he explained. For some reason, I felt that he was pressing down a bit of the resentment hiding behind his words, although his face was void of emotions. Just the way how our father would when he spoke his mind. "I don't know. I just didn't think he would actually turn down his golden child."

I threw him a sarcastic laugh. For years, my older brother had never been ashamed to show any indignation towards me. In fact, he had always been so vocal about it. He watched how my parents groomed me differently than they did him, and he never liked it. He hated how my father always took over whenever I got myself in trouble, or how my mother would get herself involved or cover for me when things came crashing down on me. I used to brush my brother aside each time he would protest our parents about it, reading everything that he said and his discord as a form of envy.

Perhaps I enjoyed being guarded under the shell that my father had created for me too much. I even used the nickname my brother gave me, 'the golden child', as something to brag. He had warned me once, that staying under my father's shadow for too long would only allow him to have control of my life one day.

I never knew how right he was until today.

"It's going to be hard to fight off the old man. I'd done my deed a long time ago and the fight became meaningless," he said while placing his glass on the table, and I was soon reminded about how he had once rebelled against our father before he finally gave in. Perhaps we never had any chance but to follow what our father wanted, after all. "So what are you planning to do now?"

I let out an exasperated sigh. "I have no idea. What other choice do I have? He wouldn't back down whenever he has his mind set on something."

"Prove him that you can do better on your own," my brother said to me, earning a slurred chuckle from me in return.

"And how am I supposed to do that?"

He only shrugged and pushed himself off from the sofa. "Just go along and do what he wants for now. You are still under his wings, after all, so just play along until you find the right moment to take the chance you need. There is always a loophole somewhere, all you have to do is find that chance and take it. But don't let him see that you are planning to do anything against his will."

I said nothing. My mind was spinning with everything that had been going on and for the drinks I had taken during our talk. How much did I drink? I had stopped counting after the third refill and while I was mimicking my father's words to my dear brother. I felt lighter than I did before, but I still felt terrible inside.

"You're staying here for the night, right?" my brother called out once he had crossed the room, his eyes were on me when I looked straight at him.

"Yeah," I murmured, already felt heavy and so damn tired that all I wanted was to find an empty bed and sleep. I might even fell asleep right here on this sofa if I should lean back. "Just let me stay here for a while."

"Right," he nodded. "Just don't drink yourself to sleep. Those things could never solve your problems, Jungkook. Just remember that." He never gave me a chance to respond as he was already turning away from the living room. "The second bedroom is still yours. Use it all you like," was all he said before he disappeared through the dark hallway towards his bedroom.

—First life, year 2016—

Playing along with my father's wish had been something that I was good at doing. Years after years, I followed his words, never once have I tried to defy him as my mind was set to always get in his good side. I might have been quite the troublemaker while growing up, always so carefree that I had gotten to experience all the fun in life whenever I could, but I would never deny what he wanted, no matter how hard his wishes would be.

All through my school years, I always studied hard just like he wanted me to, I worked hard, I even came to his office every time he wanted me there so I could learn everything he wanted me to know about his company. As long as I knew how to please him, he would always be so easy to brush aside all the troubles I made when I had too much fun of my own.

Once life at university started, it just came naturally for me to follow what he wanted and pushed my dreams aside. But it did not mean that I would enjoy it.

Throughout the first year, I went on day after day, going through classes and group studies like clockwork. But even if my body was there, my mind and soul could never. As if all I could care about was to get through it as soon as I could. The faster I could finish those studies, the sooner I could get what I wanted. At least, that was what I had hoped for. I had hoped that one day I would be able to be free to choose my own path once I left home, but I was basically still living under my father's shadows even when I was miles away from home.

The only thing that made me feel alive was the after hours. Following the same pattern I went through during my school years, once the classes and the dreadful long days were over, I would let myself go into the night and find my release.

I went through one party to another, only to feel alive, only to feel a semblance of what kind of life I could get when I was not under his wings, or followed by his shadows every move I made. Those were the only times when I could let go, when I could laugh my heart out and feel like a different person when I spent those nights surrounded by my frat brothers, my close friends, the family I created outside of my own. When I was able to live like my own person and forget about the part of me my father wished to create.

Soon enough, everything became a blur in my mind as I kept repeating the same pattern. Classes, assignments, afternoon hangouts, wild parties with lots of drinks, waking up with a hangover, repeat. And suddenly, the life that I had created for myself started to feel mundane, and it was no longer enough The alcohol could no longer help fill the void, and spending those drunken nights with faceless girls that somehow became a part of the equation somewhere along the way only made it worse.

"You okay?" I felt a nudge while my mind drifted away. Professor Lee's levelled voice from the front of the class was starting to lull me to sleep that my mind wandered off in the middle of the lecture. Although the moment I was pulled back into the class, Professor Lee was no longer talking and everyone around me, including himself, was already in the middle of packing and leaving for the next schedule.

Today was the last day of the finals. It was only by a miracle that Professor Lee had traded the final exam for the class with assignments that we had to submit today, with an extra lecture as a bonus before we left for the upcoming break. It was basically pointless, which was probably why everyone seemed like they would rather be elsewhere but here and the class felt dead, yet everyone stayed for the extra attendance. Some even fell asleep at the back of the class, while I had lost my own interest ever since the Professor had started talking in the first place.

I looked over to Eunwoo who was sitting next to me, as he always did in class, finding him smiling while looking at me with concern.

"What?"

He chuckled. "You kind of zoned out half the lecture. You didn't even notice me whispering at you," he said. "What's up?"

I shrugged. "Nothing. Just tired, I guess." Yeah, more like tired of everything and acting like someone I'm not.

"You sure?"

"Positive," I nodded. "What were you talking to me about?"

"The party tonight at the house. You're going to be there, right?"

I had to resist the urge to grimace when I thought about the party. I had to be honest that those parties had started to suffocate me that I had chosen to stay away from the last few ones. By now, I was starting to run out of excuses. And with our house being the host for this semester's post-final party, I could already tell that the boys would never let me ditch on them this time.

"Yeah, I kind of have to," I shrugged it off, already wanting him to let it go.

"Cool," he said, already beaming with a smile while I was starting to feel uneasy. "Everyone has been asking about you. And I could sure use a wingman tonight."

This time, I let my desperate groan be heard out loud.

By 11.00 PM, the frat house was jam-packed with students. Things had started early tonight somehow, which was not a complete surprise due to the occasion. The music was thumping loud that the floor and the walls seemed to vibrate, joining the mass of students dancing on the main ground floor. No doubt that there was bound to be a huge mess in the morning with all these people and the overflowing alcohol around, but nobody truly cared.

It was the last day of finals. Everyone present tonight was only there to release their stress after all the deadlines and exams everyone had to deal with for the past week.

I strolled leisurely through the crowd with a plastic glass in my hand, trying to enjoy the night as much as I could and forget about everything else waiting for me outside of these walls. I could see the boys being the usual rowdy hosts, moving from one corner to another to initiate drinking games or just to rile up the crowd. I could not help but smile as I watched them, yet I still had no intention of joining them yet. Not completely sure what I was searching for in this party aside from getting drunk or high, I took my time to look around, searching through all the faces around me, familiar or not, as if I would find something there.

Or someone.

I lightly brushed the latter notion with a scoff. What was I possibly thinking? I had told myself that I would try my best to stay away from getting into bed with any random girls tonight. It was not like I had any problems of hooking up with anyone, it was more that I had lost the interest to. It was something that I had once thought would help me feel something when everything else made me feel numb, but I stopped when it did nothing but give me a lot of trouble instead of helping me.

It was one of the reasons why I never joined these parties lately.

I was starting to grow tired of being someone that was not myself. Of feeling incomplete.

I looked away at the boys to see the group of girls that were hanging around them, some clinging to whoever had gotten too intoxicated enough to care while the others were merely lounging around and trying to grab any kind of attention. My eyes fell on Minhee who was standing by next to her friend, instantly meeting her gaze as she was looking my way. A smile started creeping on her face when she noticed I was staring, while I inwardly scoffed instead.

It took only one night of hooking up with her in my bed while I was too drunk to notice, and she had been sending me bedroom eyes every time we met, hoping for another. As if, I wondered as I looked away. If that one night had her thinking that she could cling on me and claim me as her territory, I could never dare to imagine what would happen once I gave her another night.

Turning away from her stare that was starting to creep me out, I decided to make my way across the room instead of joining them. And that was when it happened.

My eyes moved towards the door when a couple of figures came rushing in. They stopped at a halt right by the doorway, one of them looking around at the dancing crowd with a wide, amused grin on her face. It took me a moment before I finally recognised her, having seen her in many other parties before, once even catching her hooking up with one of our boys, but her looks had changed a lot. Her purple hair was what caught my eyes, although it failed to hold my attention longer than it should when my gaze found the other girl beside her.

This girl, however, managed to make me feel like everything around me had stopped. The same way it did the first time I saw her. It was during an event held by the campus with us being volunteers sometime last year, where we held an auction for a charity case. She was there as one of the volunteers. I remembered being curious about her, but had no chance of doing anything about it when she disappeared right before the after-party. Then even if I managed to see her again on different occasions, she never stayed long enough for me to find her.

She looked around the room without noticing me, following her friend's gaze. A few sighs came from her despite her smile, and I was pretty darn sure that I even caught her scoffing at whatever her friend was saying before she laughed. Her eyes caught mine for merely a few seconds, only to look away before I ever had a chance to do anything to stop it when her friend pulled her away.

I watched her as she brushed through the crowd, unable to move. It's her, my mind kept screaming at me, as if it had found what it was looking for the minute I recognised her. That's her, dumbass!

But I did nothing to chase her. There was something about her that pulled me in, something in her eyes and the way she smiled. Something I never felt before.

As I was lost in a daze with my eyes still looking towards where she disappeared into, a couple of kids danced too wild and knocked me from the side, knocking me back to my senses. By then, she was completely out of my sight, lost between the students in search of pleasure for one night. But I silently hoped that I would not lose her again once I found her.

About an hour had passed and she had slipped right out of my reach more than once.

I caught her once dancing in the middle of the room with her friend and another guy at one time, and I was too busy admiring her from afar that I could not get to her in time. She disappeared once she seemed a little too worked up with the crowd gathering too close around her and I had no clue where she went. Even if she reappeared a few times after, it was so easy for her to walk away from me again.

As I thread through the crowd, I was starting to regret not having been drunk enough yet even when it was well over midnight. Being drunk in these parties would help me ignore the bodily fluids that were probably staining the whole house. It was hard to ignore them when being sober, but I needed to keep my head straight if I wanted to find her before the party ended.

It was during the wild search for her through the dancing students when I got pulled away so unwillingly from the main living room. My eyes were busy looking for her when I was pulled by a strong arm around my shoulder that proceeded in taking me towards the kitchen.

"Where have you been running off to, man? The kids are playing beer pong against Sigma Pi and Yoongi is winning for them. We need you to retaliate," Yugyeom said to me as he dragged me across the room. I opened my mouth, trying to refuse when he added. "Minhee has been looking for you too. Come on."

I sighed, dreading to see what this would lead into. "Yeah, sure. Whatever."

The boys around me were cheering for me as I was getting ready to toss the ball. But my mind was all over the place. I had caught her standing at the kitchen counter, talking to the guy tending the beer jug with a red plastic cup in her hand before our rowdy group pushed everyone out of the kitchen. I was clutched tightly between my friends that I failed to follow her, yet I still caught where she was heading to before she disappeared from my sight.

Just get this over with, I cursed in my mind while glancing out the door where she had slipped out of, ignoring the smug smile Yoongi was sending me from across the table.

"Come on, Jungkook. What's wrong? Are you scared of losing? You've been out of the game for too long, perhaps you forgot how to play," he kept taunting me, slurring through his words as he goaded. It seemed that ever since I have been away from these parties, Yoongi and his boys became the star between the other kids.

"Not a chance, man," I said while gritting my teeth. My boys were hooting at my side, cheering on me, but the thing that annoyed me most was the girl that somehow found it necessary to cling by my side the whole time.

Right the moment I had slipped into the kitchen with Yugyeom, she slid through her group of friends and clutched onto me like I was her life support. I had to resist pushing her away to avoid causing a scene, knowing that she was already well drunk. Moving my eyes between the glasses of beer in front of me and the door leading to the side porch, my mind kept telling me to just finish the game and run for her. I knew she was still out there, since there was no way she could make it out the front door without going back through the kitchen, and my gut was telling me that something was not right.

"Anytime now, Jungkook. Before the sun comes up," Yoongi taunted me again, pulling my eyes back towards him. "Or are you waiting until everyone leaves so nobody would see you losing against me?"

As I glared right Yoongi's way, I sent him a smirk that I was sure would make his intoxicated blood boil. I said nothing to him as I tossed the ball right to the last glass.

I spared no time to stay and celebrate once I kicked Yoongi's ass on the game. I never even glanced back to the boys when they were shouting at me, wondering where I was running off to. Nor was I bothered to care when Minhee's nasal voice protested at me pushing her off and bolted without giving her a second glance.

My gut was telling me to rush towards her. And it was a good thing that I listened. Because even before I managed to walk past the door, I could hear someone's voice, sounding in desperate need of help and filled with fear. I already knew it was her before I even saw it.

Sure enough, right as I rushed through the side porch, I saw her there.

The first thing I saw was her face. With the crowd no longer covering her and the distance holding us apart, I could see her more clearly from where I stood. The one that caught my eyes first was the fear in her eyes and the tears that were threatening to fall. Then my eyes went down to see the hand that was holding roughly on to her small wrist.

And all I saw was red.

The man holding her had his back on me, but with his big broad shoulders and unruly red hair, I immediately knew who he was. He was once a part of Sigma Pi, our frat's rival, and got kicked out after harassing some kids during one of their events.

In no way I was going to let him touch or hurt what was mine.

"Hey!"

He slightly jumped when he heard my voice. I could hear him growling, telling me that he knew who I was before turning towards me. I kept my eyes on her, making sure that she knew I was here for her while Jay turned to send me a threatening glare. "Let her go. Everyone can see she doesn't want your company," I said, gritting my teeth. My hands were clenched tight on my side, itching to break every bone in his body. His fingers that were holding her would come first.

"Get inside and stay away, Kookie. This is none of your business," he barked at me, but I could care less about him. He might be bigger than me, but I could still take him out anytime, especially when I was much more sober and he was a terrible drunk. All I had in my mind was her eyes that were staring at me, pleading for me to get her out of there. It took everything from me to hold back and not come rushing forward to snatch her away. The last thing I needed was to get her hurt while I was trying to keep her safe.

"It is my business if you're harassing my guest. Let her go, Jay. Now!"

"Or what, Kookie? What are you going to do, huh?" He taunted with a clenched jaw. I knew he was also holding back, but I could also see him tightening his hand on her wrist and was starting to pull her to him until she let out a cry that made my chest feel tight.

Clenching my hands harder until I could feel my nails digging into my skin, I gritted my last threat. "Or I will ban you from our events and our house for good. How does that sound?"

I could see him debating whether or not he should test me even further. He was already banned from his own frat house and a lot of public events on campus. Our house was the last to welcome him, only because the boys knew we could keep better eyes on him here instead of letting him roam around other places. Once we kicked him out from here as well, he would lose any reputation he had left.

"You won't be able to do that."

"Try me."

Tension started to rise, and I could sense her fear. Right as I was about to lurch forward, I heard his curses and watched him letting her go abruptly that she nearly lost her balance.

"Fine. Fuck. The chick is yours," he grunted, before walking away to the opposite side of the porch, away from both of us. "See you later, bitch," he snapped at her before he made a turn towards the back of the house.

Paying no attention to the prick, I rushed towards her. She was looking down on her wrist while gently stroking on her skin to notice me coming closer.

"Hey, are you alright?" I asked her, keeping my voice low and gentle as to not startle her or scare her away.

Seconds felt like an eternity before she finally looked up to me. At first, the fear in her eyes was still there, until she recognised me and it turned to relief. She was still holding her wrist in her hand, looking unsure of what to do or if she should run away from here. Like hell I will let her run, I cursed in my mind, already vowing to myself to protect her and keep her close all night. Not only to keep her away from other bastards like Jay, but also because I refused to let her go again now that she was here with me.

"I—uh, I'm—" she stuttered, and I suddenly had the urge to reach for her and hold her to calm her down. I made no move to do any of it and it was killing me inside. The moment she showed me her wrist and my eyes fell on her wounded skin, the urge to hunt down Jay came even stronger than before.

But I was quick to push the thought of Jay aside, keeping my attention on her instead. She was still shaken and I could feel her fear slowly fading away from her as she stayed with me all night. Everything might have started quite awkward at first after I convinced her to come with me, until we exchanged our names, shared our drinks, then shared a dance in the party. By the end of the night, I found myself walking her home to her flat a block away from the house—which I cursed myself for not knowing, I would have found her sooner if only I had known.

And then, I was suddenly in her bedroom.

"Are you staying?" she looked up to me with her eyes already drooping halfway to sleep as she lied on the bed. I had helped her get ready for bed, all while making sure she was alright. She looked fragile and soft, and I felt all the need in me wanting to take care of her until the end of time.

"Do you want me to stay?" I asked her carefully. I would hate it if I screwed this up, but I had no idea how to stop myself if I ever lost control. And knowing myself, I would probably lose it once I lied next to her.

She shrugged, looking so adorably lost and shy when she tried to pry her eyes away from me. "Only if you want to."

Oh, I would definitely want to. Because I want you. I would do anything for you. I would even stay forever if you'd let me.

Taking a deep breath to will my heartbeat to calm down a little, I tucked her under the blanket before climbing up the bed. If only she would let me, I would hold her to sleep in my arms and keep her there until morning came. But I knew if I wanted this to last even longer than just one night, I had to play my cards right and wait.

"I'm going to stay until you fall asleep. Or at least until I'm sure that it would be alright to leave you here on your own, okay?" I told her while lying on my side, wanting to keep my eyes on her all night long.

She gave me a smile and lied facing me sideways. "Okay," she whispered, all while looking straight at me until everything fell into silence.

As I looked deep into her eyes and found myself getting lost in those beautiful glossy orbs, I knew then that I was finally where I belonged. I knew that my life would never be the same again. And this time, I would fight to keep her and never let go. Even if I have to keep her to myself and keep her as a secret from my family.

Being with her felt so right.

Meeting her and spending my time with her became something I always looked forward to when I started my day. It started from hanging out at a coffee place to hanging out in her flat until past midnight, when she would be too tired to speak and I would tuck her to bed before I left. Then our relationship grew as she became someone I ran to whenever I needed a safe place or whenever I needed solace, while I tried my best to be her shelter when she needed someone to confide in, or perhaps a shoulder to cry on when things got rough on her.

My friends could immediately see the change in me ever since she came into my life, and I could tell how much they welcomed her presence. They already knew that we were together before we ever did. So the moment we stopped coming into parties or joining with our friends to hang out with them, nobody ever questioned it.

Then as my feelings grew, hers did as well. It all started from one shy kiss on the cheeks after our movie night, then escalated into full making out sessions either on her couch or on my bed, until the night we decided to be honest with ourselves and let our action show every single thing that our heart wanted.

Making love to her was even better.

The night we first made love was a magical moment for both of us. That moment, when she finally opened up to me and let me be inside her, I felt as if I was being reborn into a whole new person. That night, while being snugged in her arms, when our bodies became one for the first time, I vowed to never let her go.

"I love you."

Those three words finally came out one night when I could no longer hold back the truth of how much I felt for her and how deep I had fallen for her. Everything felt different that night. Ever since the moment she laid her kiss on my lips to when she pulled me back onto my bed, when our bare skin touched with scorching heat, I was completely lost to her and I instantly knew. And I also knew her feelings before she voiced them out to me when I could feel it coming out on her as we made love all night long.

The way she arched her body as my lips nipped her delicate skin, as my tongue tasted the sweet nectar that came flowing out of her core. I had drunk from her so many times before but she tasted so exceptionally sweet that night that I nearly lost myself between her legs, even as she kept screaming and pulling me when it became too much for both of us to handle. Then as she moaned my name while I traced my lips on her hot skin, from down her hot folds and all the way up to her chest, nipping on the tip of her breasts until her pointy nubs hardened inside my mouth, I could feel her heartbeat racing just as fast as mine did, as if our hearts would only beat when we were together and because of each other.

Her fingers on my skin felt like fire, soft as she delicately felt my presence yet firm as she claimed me as hers. I could feel all her love and desire through her kisses, through the way she called my name, and from the look in her eyes as she looked at me the moment I sent her to the peak of pleasure. Then when I entered her, as I glided through her hot canal, when her walls throbbed against my hard cock, engulfing me in her warmth, I felt that I was home.

Every time I was inside her, when I finally sheathed myself into the hilt of her depth, I knew that we were meant for each other. We were a tight fit. And nothing could compare to this, to being one with her, as if our soul joined together the moment our bodies intertwined to one another. I could let myself lost in her forever, loving how she spasmed against my girth as our bodies rocked rhythmically in tune on top of my bed. I could savour the sensations every thrust sent to my body, to the newfound desire that made itself known until my body felt insanely tight the closer I was getting to reach my release.

Yet the one that sent me into the peak was not how her body shuddered and clenched me tightly inside her as she reached her climax, nor the way her sweet nectar coated every bulge and ridge of my cock that kept sliding in and out of her, not even the hard pounding I kept giving her as I gave in to pleasure. It was her words, her delicate voice that came out soft and rasped after she screamed out my name in intense bliss, when she looked into my eyes and said,

"I love you too, Jungkook. Only you."

Every touch, every kiss, every breathy call for my name which she made when we were reaching for bliss together was perfect. Life with her was perfect. Every night I would be lost in her love, and I knew that life would be fine as long as I had her by my side for the rest of my life. We spent each and every night altering between sharing her bed or mine, showing our love to one another in those long hours until the sun came up. At times, I wondered what it would be like to share the same bed for the rest of our lives, because waking up to her by my side made me feel complete. It made me feel whole and made me believe that I finally had a purpose. And I would never trade that feeling to anything else in the world.

She became the beautiful little secret of my own that made me feel less like living under the suffocating shadows of my father's demands, giving me hope that there was something in the future that I could look forward to. She was mine, absolutely, one hundred percent mine. And our life together was ours to keep and create as our own's, as a part of my life that would always be under my own control.

Until the day when it was not.

"I'm pregnant."