a/n: some spicy content, will be marked ❆ before and after if you want to skip it.

Annie

Days on trial: 66

"So?" Chloe squealed, not hiding her excitement, as she dabbed green colour corrector against my skin. The hickies trailed from just below my ear all the way down to my chest, but with a polo neck I'd be able to hide the majority of them. The boy's an idiot.

"Nothing," I rolled my eyes with a laugh, knowing I wouldn't get away with that answer. She stayed silent, waiting for me to continue. "It just happened. One minute we were dancing in front of his headlights and the ne-"

"You were what?!" Chloe was so loud that I was almost positive the boys could hear everything. I dreaded to think what they were discussing right now. "That's the most romantic shit I've ever heard."

"Yeah, it was pretty cute," I admitted bashfully, thinking about how shy Jungkook had been, the innocence in his eyes when he had asked me to dance. I wondered if he knew how it would end up; if this had been his plan the whole entire time. "It just kind of happened. And then hasn't stopped happening since."

Credit where it's due, Chloe had been a godsend when it came to covering my hickies. I kept Jungkook's shirt on, foregoing my tights as they still had a ladder in them. 

Checking the time on my phone, I pestered Jungkook for us to leave. It was already ten, and I had to catch the twelve o'clock train if I wanted to be at my parents on time. 

It was always the same deal, every single Christmas. I'd arrive just in time to set the table up, and they'd pretend like they didn't miss having their baby girl storm into their room at the crack of dawn letting them know that Santa had come to visit. Now that my sister had settled down and started having kids, their Christmas mornings were spent tending to the grandchildren, so it was just easier for me to have a lie-in.

"No, absolutely not," Jungkook grimaced when he saw me slip my coat on. "It's crazy cold, you'll freeze Annie." 

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you telling me what to wear?" I played around, knowing that he wasn't doing that at all. "God, Jungkook, it's the 21st century. You can't dictate women like that."

Coming to walk behind me, he pushed against my back ever so gently as a guide.

"I remember the way you moaned when my hand was on your throat last night," he mumbled into my ear. "We both know you'd love it if I did."

The blush of my cheeks couldn't deny it. "Shut up."

"C'mon," he raised his voice now, not minding if anyone heard. "I'll drive. Save you from getting frostbite."

Rolling through the neighbourhood, Jungkook's fingers clasped onto my bare thigh, his well trimmed nails not so much as leaving a dent; yet his muscular hand was tight enough it could have bruised. His thumb stroked gently as he hummed to the Christmas carols that were paying on the radio station, fading into obscurity as the only thing I could hear was the beating of my heart in my throat. 

This boy was gonna end up breaking my heart one day - they always did - and I knew that I'd just beg for him to do it again. 

The vibrancy of the colours that clouded my vision were so bright that it almost hurt. No-one had ever got me seeing like this before and the knowledge of that scared me beyond belief. I had absolutely no way to know if he was feeling what I was feeling, not when his colours were the fabrication of a drug that was still in the trial period. 

As he pulled away from me to secure the handbrake, I studied his face; his dewy skin and honey glow, pretty cheeks and dangerously endearing eyes. Small hoops were littered up his earlobe, and the memory of my tongue on the cool metal sent a shiver down my spine. Yeah, this was not going to end well. 

Yet when he turned to me, a dimple on his cheek and smile in his eyes, I found myself not caring.

"Ready?"

Yes. No. Maybe. 

I don't know.

Can you repeat the question? Shut up, Annie. 

That was it, I was officially losing it. What was he doing to me?!

Nodding was the safest solution, and it seemed to satisfy him, as he dragged me into the workshop. The building was cold, having being closed down for a couple of days, tools laying discarded, ready to get back to as soon as the holidays were over.

"It's nothing special," he prefaced, leading me down the steps from the workshop into his studio. "Close your eyes. Hold out your hands."

Cupping them in front of me, I jumped when I felt something metallic on my skin.

"Open."

A small metal tin, with a tiny white 'A' painted on it and miniature grey flowers trailing up the right hand side of it had taken pride of place in my hands. He'd deliberately painted it in Mono for me. Their pollen centres had been filled with metallic paint that shone underneath the studio lights.

"Kook," I whispered, marvelling at it's intricate beauty, moving it around to fully inspect it. 

There was something rolling around inside, rattling slightly against the tin edges. Popping it open, it took me a second to realise what it was. Pure, brilliant white, no larger than a sunflower seed was a small white pill.

"I'm not sure if it's technically legal for me to give you that," he rambled nervously, chewing on his bottom lip. "Turn around."

Moving slowly, trepidation written all over my face, I rotated to face his workstation.

A canvas stood in pride of place on his desk, acrylics mingling together to create gorgeous blends of purples and pinks, peachy hues dappled throughout the skyline. I recognised the scene instantly; it was one that we'd watched together a handful of times. 

"I know you love the sea, but I started working on this before I could see blue..." he seemed shy, embarrassed almost. "So I painted it as I thought a sunset would look. Yesterday evening proved me right," he smiled, proud of his predictions, coming to stand behind me.

Transfixed, I was speechless. 

"I know you can't see colour right now, but maybe that could help," he said of the pill, as his arms folded around my body, pulling my back against his chest. His head rested on my shoulder, admiring his artwork with me. "It's up to you though. I just wanted you to be able to see something through my eyes. I wanted to share my colours with you."

"Kook," I breathed out, struggling to form a sentence. His work was beautiful, a myriad of gorgeous sunset tones echoing in the reflection of the rough sea. He'd captured it perfectly. He saw it exactly how I saw it too. "It's beautiful."

It was a love letter, in a way; each stroke of his brush painting words that he'd been too afraid to say.

"It's better with colour, I promise," he pressed a kiss into my temple, and I clutched onto his arms that were held round me.

Admitting that I could see colour meant admitting my feelings for him were far too strong for what this was. We hadn't even discussed what 'this' was.

"It's perfect," I turned to kiss him, holding him securely with my hands against his jaw. "So perfect."

"I did good?" He pried, seeking affirmation that he'd done the right thing. I wanted to melt.

"Better than good," I mumbled, losing myself in his cherry lips. There weren't any words I could use to articulate my gratitude, so I implored my lips to do the talking  for me. He seemed to respond well, holding me flush against him, hands splayed on my lower back. "I wanna go look at it closer."

"Go," he laughed, slapping my ass gently as I turned away from him. I let out a small yelp, but it wasn't unwelcome by any stretch of the imagination.

Peering at the masterpiece, I could pick out every brush stroke, every change in medium that he used. 

"Can I touch it?" I called back, desperate to feel the grooves he had crafted the sky out of.

"Annie, it's yours, babe," he spoke with ease, not stuttering as I would have expected him to when he addressed me like that. I felt like I was on fire, burning up from the lava his words had split onto my very soul. "You can do what you like. I made it for you to appreciate." 

As I trace the canvas, I know I'm compromising. 

There's something else in the room that I want to skim my fingers over to let him know just how much I appreciate it - how much I appreciate him.

His back's against the wall, beside his desk, as he watches me obsess over his art. The look on his face is one of absolute unadulterated affection, and when I glance up to him, it's almost impossible to look back.

❆

The only way I know to say thank you to him was to give him something back; something that I was withholding from him. The admittance of my colours was a no go, so this was the best I could do.

He'd been needy since his lips first connected with mine not even twenty-four hours ago and it had been hell resisting him. I knew that he must have been able to feel me last night, the slickness of my arousal against his bare skin through my underwear, just like I could feel the hardness of his cock in his boxer briefs.

Cupping his strong jaw in my hands, his morning stubble still very much prevalent, I sank my lips into his. I'd never grow bored of the way he latched onto me, as if he needed me like he needed air to breathe.

"So you like it?" He mumbled, peppering kisses down my jaw.

My hands trailed down his torso, the soft fabric of his turtleneck keeping me from his skin. "Mhhm," I groaned as he placed feverish licks and grazes of his teeth against my throat, thankfully on the side he hadn't already ravaged. "I love it."

My fingers came to a rest on his belt, and I expected him to pause, questioning me – but he didn't. Threading the leather through its metal buckle, he nipped against my neck, growling at the contact as I palmed him through his jeans.

"Annie," he groaned into my neck, almost as if he was complaining. "I wo- ah shit," he hissed as my hand dipped into his boxers. He was leaking already, my thumb rubbing gently across his swollen head as I began to pump his length, half restricted by the material of his boxers. "I wuh-won't last," he mewled, stuttering on his words as his throat tensed from the sensation.

"No?" I purred, not taking him seriously at all. The boy had been a walking boner since I'd first kissed him. There was no way he'd give himself up so easily.

He nuzzled against me, using just his face to reposition our lips, pulling down on mine with his own. His hands were by his sides, tensing in a bid to distract him from the tightness building in his balls.

"Want you too bad," he admitted into my mouth, letting his tongue lap against mine in tempo with movements of my wrist.

There was a silent gasp, sweet nothings spliced with feverish 'fuck's as he began to come undone. With a few short jerks, he spilled over onto my hand, coating my palm in his cum. A complete paradox, his sinful mouth panted and pouted, whilst his wide eyes engulfed me, pleadingly: told you so.

"Huh," I smirked, not quite believing he had let himself go so quickly.

"Fuck off Annie," he growled , resting his spent head against the wall with a groan, his chest heaving. Not needing to look, he reached to his left, dragging a towel covered in dry paint from the worktop, delivering it to me to clean my hand up. "Told you I wouldn't last," he smirked now, laughing at his abysmal performance. "Your fault."

"How is it my fault?!" I withdrew from him to place the towel back down as he belted himself up again.

His hands grappled with his shirt that was draped over my body, his lips pressing down against mine with such intent that it felt like he could bruise. I kind of wanted him to. I wanted him to claim me as his own; paint me with the colours of his love, like he had done on my neck last night.

The truth is I wasn't mad about the hickies at all. I wanted more.

"I reckon you could make me cum just as quickly," I teased. "Especially with that tongue of yours."

Nothing. Absolutely nothing stops him from hesitating as soon as the words are out of my mouth, dropping to his knees like he's praying to God.

Without tights, he just had to push the shirt a little further up to expose my slick panties. Like him, I didn't exactly envisage myself lasting that long either. Hooking the soaked material to the side, he couldn't help but curse at the sight of me.

His tongue slid between my folds hungrily, not caring for the mess that he had made; quite the contrary. It seemed that he wanted to drown in it, given the way his hands were on the backs of my thighs, pulling me further onto his tongue. Like an elephant to water, he needed to drink me in like he'd been lost in the Sahara for weeks.

Lapping against me, he made me shiver. Drawing moans out of me with every gentle massage of his tongue over my clit, juices seeped from my exposed entrance. He wasn't using his hands deliberately; he knew that he'd tip me over the edge too quickly. No, he wanted to savour this.  

Hands in his hair, I looked down to find his eyes already on me, obsessed with the way my body responded to his tongue. 

I closed my eyes, throwing my head back, an unbearable knot forming behind them. Ping. 

"You're so hot," he simpered against me, sucking back down as an apology for briefly losing contact. I knew I couldn't hold on much longer, but I was terrified to open my eyes, my revelation lost on Jungkook. "Look at me." 

His husky voice was unbearable, and I couldn't refuse. Hair hot and sticky against his forehead, his head bobbed while he moaned, as if he was the one being edged to his climax - and I was obsessed with it.

"Keep going," I pleaded. I needed him to know how he was making me feel; I needed him to see me come undone for him.

One of his hands snaked up my thigh to meet his tongue at my entrance, sliding in without any resistance. I was wet enough to ride him, we both knew that, and so he sank an extra finger into me, easing my pussy ever so gently. 

"Feelings mutual," he purred beneath me, coming to conclusions about how badly I must have wanted him, causing me to laugh, convulsing around him as my abdomen tightened. "Fucking hell, Annie," he cooed.

Parting himself from my heat, knees cracking as he stood, fingers still deep inside me, his lips were on mine instantly.

"I've changed my mind on what the most important meal of Christmas is," he purred into my lips, the slick wetness on his tongue seeping into my mouth with a moan.

"So you agree? It's breakfast?" I teased, knowing that's not what he meant.

"I wish it had been," he admitted, skirting his lips against my ear, sucking ever so gently on my lobe. "Babe, I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner."

"That doesn't sound like a very varied diet," I whimpered, as he began to stroke gently against my sweet spot. "Fuck."

"I'm pretty sure it's like healthiest thing you can eat," he toyed, almost ignoring the tightening of my walls around his fingers. 

Two could play at that game.

"Literally where did you hear that? What bullshit has Hobi been telling you?"

"Dunno," he shrugged with a laugh, and I could feel his fingers jitter in tandem with his shoulders. "I'm almost positive it's true."

"I'm ah-," I stuttered, him drawing me closer and closer, vulgar sounds filling his workplace. "-almost positive you're ah- a fucking idiot." 

"This is true, but let's not talk about my friends while I'm trying to make you cum, yeah?"

"Noted," I groaned, hands gripping against his shoulders, small yelps escaping my lips. His tongue found its way into my mouth, shutting me up again, taking claim of my moans.

"Look at me," he grunted, begging to see my eyes as the colour of an orgasm flushed over my features. It was almost painful, keeping them open, when all I wanted to do was to succumb to the little death he was drawing out of me. "Easy, girl."

With those two words, my wide, wanting eyes pleaded for him to let me release. Massaging against me far less frantically than I knew he was capable of, I let myself come undone, body tensing, hand grabbing onto his hair, shirt, silver chain, anything to keep me steady as I shook around him. The sensation poured over me, as I knew I was doing to him, the release of my cum coating his fingers, just like he had done to me.

Panting, beads of sweat resting just below his ears, Jungkook laughed as his forehead rested against mine. He didn't remove himself from me instantly, letting my sensitivity ease before he withdrew. 

"You win," he conceded, a pretty grin taking up permanent residence on his dewy lips. "I was way faster."

❆

I mumbled a half response, fluttering my eyes open to take in the sight of him. Like the sky he had painted for me, I'd watched dark midnight sin take over his eyes. Dawn was breaking now, his eyes round and affectionate, crinkled at the sides from such a large smile. 

"We're gonna be late," he sighed.

"We?" I questioned, genuinely a little confused.

"I'll drive you to your parents," He stated as if it was an obvious conclusion to have come to. "I'm not gonna come in or anything," his eyes widened. "Just wanna make sure you get there safe."

"You don't have to spend your Christmas stuck in a car for my sake," I purred quietly, accepting his arms as they wrapped around my head. He pressed a kiss into my hair, hugging me as if his life depended on it. 

"I wanna be stuck with you."

"You can be cute when you want to be."

"I know."

We stood in silence for just a little while longer, accepting that whatever was going on between the pair of us had a least a little longevity in it. Neither of us wanted to give up the positions we were in. Vibrating ever so gently in coat pocket, I pulled my phone out to check, only to see my sisters caller ID and a time stamp: 11:36. I'd call her back when we were in the car.

"I've got 25 minutes," I lamented, knowing that I needed to leave by 12 to make it there in time. 

"We'll run back to yours, get your stuff and then go, yeah?"

"I need a shower."

"Yeah you do," Jungkook smirked. "Although so do I..."

"Don't push your luck," I laughed, focusing my soft eyes on him once again, gaze landing on his throat. It took me a second longer than I would have expected for me to notice it; the subtle shift in colour. 

"What wrong?" his tone was laced in concerned, clearly startled by my expression. 

Hand reaching to clasp my own throat, Jungkook looked down at his, perplexed. "What is it? Annie?"

"Your chain?"

It wasn't a statement, nor really a question: just two words floating in the air. It felt like his chain was strangling me, claustrophobia suffocating my windpipes.

"My chain...?" He responded, not knowing what the fuck I was on about.

"It was silver."

Brows furrowed, Jungkook's lips pursed in confusion. "It's gold."

"No, gold is the same colour as silver. Like platinum," I corrected him. The three metals were all the same colour, just different densities, mined from slightly different corners of the world. I only wore silver because it was the cheapest.

"Annie... No."

Bewildered, I couldn't quite grasp what he was telling me. Metals were pretty much all the same colour. Copper and bronze were warmer in tone, but the rest were all grey. Not this metallic deep mustard colour he was wearing round his neck.

"Holy shit," Jungkook laughed, coming to a realisation in his head. "The pill worked!"

Except the pill was still in it's tin in my coat pocket.

"Jungkook, no," I wanted to tell him, but was too overwhelmed to formulate a sentence. "Gold. I never knew gold. It's new."

"The one you couldn't see?"

All I could do was nod.

"Shit, Annie."

Shit indeed.

a/n: i still get so excited over new colour developments lol x