Annie

Days on trial: 70

"Rise and shine, sleepy," Jungkook mumbled into my hair, dragging my body into his while he stretched out his legs. I could feel his torso tense and shake, waking up to the world around him, and forcing me to do the same. We were a tangled mess of limbs and sheets, pillows scattered on the floor and my lamp still on from the night before.

Adjusting my body, allowing myself to be engulfed by his heat, his scent, his everything, I realise that I'm smiling, and I can't help but revel in his existence.

If home was where the heart was, then it seemed like we might have just finished building that castle we had started working on together in his studio last week. 

Though my eyes are closed, I pictured him in full Multivision; caramel skin and chocolate eyes. He'd be far more delicious than any sweet treat I could possibly imagine, even despite the saltiness of his skin from a night spent indulging on not so sweet endeavours. 

"No," I nestled further into his chest, refusing to let the morning sun break my tranquility. 

I hadn't been sleeping well, especially not since Christmas, but spending the night with him had helped me to sleep the whole night through.  

"No? So you'd rather stay in bed with me all day?" There was bemusement to his tone, a playful smile that echoed around the fortress that was my quilt. 

"Is that an offer?"

"Depends," he asserted.

"On?"

"On what's in it for me?"

I pulled away from him sharply, playful perplexion written all over my face, brows raised. "Excuse you? Am I not enough?"

"Fuck off, Annie," he purred, snuggling even further into me. There was a vulnerability to him, sleepy-eyed and messy-haired, that made me feel even more enamoured than I had done the night before - or maybe I was just still revelling from the post-orgasm high, even hours later. Either way, I didn't care. It didn't stop my heart from chirping like a bluebird when he pressed another kiss against my cheek and finally answered my jovial question. "You're more than enough. I can't believe I get to do this with you."

Cocooned in my powder pink duvet, warmed by his body, held tightly in place by his strong arms, I couldn't believe that I got to do this with him.

"I don't totally hate it, either."

"You're impossible, Annie," he chuckled, not really caring for fanciful declarations from me - though to be fair he'd gotten enough of them last night. They weighed heavily on my mind, and I wondered if they weighed on his too. His next question seemed to confirm it. "Are we gonna talk about it?"

Pausing, I couldn't help but be slightly startled by the luxury of a choice in the matter. Never before had the topic of colours been one that I could get out of - past boyfriends had always wanted to know exactly how many colours I could see, when they'd occurred and to what intensity.  It was almost as if my words couldn't be trusted, only my colours could be.

Jungkook was different.

He'd never had the chance to measure his feelings by colours, and therefore he didn't feel the need to measure mine by them either. It was almost ironic that the man who had made me see colours more vibrantly than anyone else didn't seem to care for them. He cared for me, and me alone. That in itself pretty was remarkable.

"No, I don't think we are," I answered. "Not yet."

It wasn't for a lack of wanting to speak to him about it, but more so a fear of my feelings coming across too strong. I didn't want to scare him off, not when I'd only just gotten him.

"Whenever you're ready, okay?" He nodded, understanding without needing an explanation. "I wanna hear about it. I wanna understand what it's like for you."

"Just know that it's good. Really good," I simpered into his lips, stealing pecks like he had done with my heart. "What time is your support group today?"

"Not till the afternoon. You free this evening?"

"I'm seeing Clo to help her pack, but I'll be free after that."

"Help her pack? It's a three-day trip. Surely she can't need that much?!"

"Jungkook, you've met Chloe."

"Touché."

Truthfully, Chloe was stupidly nervous, which is why she had asked me to help her out. Jimin had been jittery in the last week or so, jumping whenever she came into his room, anxiously checking his emails and keeping his phone face down when she was around.

He was making all the textbook moves of a cheater, of someone terrified of being caught out - but that couldn't be further from the case. I knew exactly why he was behaving so scatty, but there was no discreet way to say that it was all fine, and that he was just behaving that way because he was planning on committing to her for the rest of his life - might just ruin the surprise a little bit.

"You reckon she'll say yes?" Jungkook asked, anxious for Jimin and the events of the next few days.

"I know she will," I smiled, picturing the pair of them dressed to the nines at the end of an aisle. I'd really never met two humans more perfectly suited for one another. "Reckon we'll be part of the wedding party?"

Jungkook laughed with a nod, stretching his legs out a little. "We made a best man pact a few years ago after we watched The Hangover."

"Clo will kill you both if the bachelor party is anything like that," I laughed with him, knowing that it was entirely plausible. "In fact, so would I. Her sister will be her maid of honour, but we're gonna be each other's bridesmaids, that's for sure."

"Looks like I'm gonna have to break the age-old tradition of hooking up with the maid of honour, then aren't I?" He began to lace kisses down my neck, hands tightly gripping my waist while he adjusted his body for better access to mine.

"You are?"

"Mhmm," his lips found my shoulder, peppering the bare skin with tiny love letters. "I'll be too busy being obsessed with one of the other bridesmaids instead."

"Oh, you will?" I tried not to react to the dewy wetness of his tongue that had begun to tail down my body, but I couldn't help but gasp as the cold air hit against it, sending a chill down my spine.

"Mhmm."

"You'll - ah, fuck - you'll have to introduce me to her."

Pulling the duvet down, exposing the pair of us both to the chilled climate, Jungkook puppeteered me as if I were a doll. Positioning himself with his chest to my back, we were both on our knees, his spreading mine apart, and his hands coming round to cup my breasts protectively. Nuzzling into my neck, he bit against it gently, pleased with how well I'd done as he wanted. His head lifted and nodded across the room to where my mirror stood, displaying the pair of us proudly.

"Annie, meet Annie," his stare was on mine in the reflection, his grin smug in his victory. "The bridesmaid I'm gonna be obsessed with."

"She looks like a bitch," I teased, completely smitten in how outwardly he desired me. He grappled with my body, his warm hands taking ownership.

"She could be," he shrugged, playfully. "Depends on how much she likes doggy."

Leaning forward, ensuring my ass was pressed firmly against his crotch, which had been tantalisingly hard all morning, I let my back arch and my arms spread out in front of my head. His hands dropped a little as my chest sank against my sheets, gripping on to my elevated waist. Turning to look back at him, I couldn't have felt more brazen. 

His pink lips were clamped firmly beneath his top row of teeth, perfectly white and fully displayed, for he was smiling too. Cheeks flushed, hair ruffled and chest peppered with remnants of our passion-fuelled sleepless night, he looked like a fucking state; and it was too damn sexy to resist.

Rolling my hips back ever so gently, I felt his grip on me tighten, an intoxicated groan leaving his lips.

"Why don't you find out?"

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We could have spent hours buried in my sheets, getting to know the things that made each other tick, imprinting ourselves on one another like a stick and poke tattoo.  His lips traced invisible ink all over my body, indelibly marking me forevermore. 

Eventually, reality would come calling, and we'd have to wake up from the dream we had been living in. Neither of us wanted that just yet, though. So instead of sending him on his way to get ready for the day, I offered him a compromise: to get ready with me instead.

"It's midday," he had raised his brow when he heard me twist the tap of my bathtub and let the water cascade into the ceramic haven. "Who the fuck has a bath in the middle of the day?"

His bewilderment ceased to exist once I let the shirt of his that had been protecting my modesty drop to the floor. 

"A bath seems like a great idea," he swallowed dramatically, eyes larger than Jupiter, adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he did so.

"Oh, see it's funny, I thought you said that it was a terrible idea?" I questioned teasingly, meandering over to the doorway. "So I should just lock the door behind me?"

"Nope."

"You're right," I said, coming to a fake sense of realisation, leaning against the white wood. There was part of me telling myself that I should be self-conscious, that I shouldn't be exposed in such a way, but I was looking at a man who had spent the morning worshipping me. It was almost impossible to feel insecure. "I should get myself all wet and soapy alone."

"Nope," he began to follow my lead, an invisible force drawing him closer to me.

"God, you're a genius," I continued to taunt him, ignoring his backtracking. Turning the tap off, well aware of the view he was getting, I chucked a towel back over to him to distract him whilst I climbed into it. He made no attempt to catch it, letting it pool at his feet as slid down his boxers. "Tell you what, why don't you just go home?"

"Nope."

"No?"

"No."

His first foot entered with a splash, and I couldn't help but study his calf, the toned muscles and the thin sheen of hair, as he pointed his toes and submerged himself into the water. The second foot followed, and then he was sat, in between my legs, facing away from me, mess of ebony hair in my line of vision. Naturally, my hands found their place around his torso, chin resting on his shoulder as I hugged him into me.

Bubbles pooled around us, creeping up our arms and teetering ever so closely to our shoulders, yet they didn't quite reach. His hands, soaked from the bath, raised up to meet one of mine that held tightly onto his shoulder, squeezing right back. It felt secure, reassuring, safe. It felt like him.

"A midday bath is the best idea you've ever had," his husky voice took back his previous statement as I began to wash his hair for him. It was a curiously intimate act, taking care of him in such a way, but I knew that I'd never felt closer to another person. Not even during our time in my bed had I felt such a pure, overwhelming desire to just be his. 

The pads of my fingers got lost in his hair, nails scratching downwards ever so slightly, thin trails marking across his scalp. His shoulders eased and his head gently swayed back, comforted by the sensation.

The moans that I'd elicited from him the night before whenever my nails scratched against his scalp had made it no secret that he'd be a fan of this, but I don't think either one of us realised just how much he'd like it.

It was confirmed by his dulcet purrs as he tilted his head back, leaning into my touch. The shampoo bubbled between the gaps in my fingers, spilling over onto the lengths of his hair. I'd never seen any man more glorious than him; both alluring and endearing without even trying.

"Fuck," Jungkook growled. His shoulders had pinched ever so slightly, causing his muscles to crease down his spine. Utterly lost in my touch, his moans floated into the air with the thermal currents that were rising with the heat of the bathwater. "I've never had anyone do this for me before."

"I'm not just anyone."

"No," he let out a raspy smile. "No, you're not."

Rinsing the soapy bubbles from his hair with the shower attachment draped over my taps, the warm water washed over us both, like a christening of sorts, or perhaps a rebirth. There was no 'before' now, no time when he and I weren't utterly convinced that this was it for us, no reality without the pair of us both seeing full colour.

My lips found his neck as his hands grasped onto my outer thighs, stroking tenderly, pulling my knees over his so that our bodies were intertwined.

"Hey, Annie?" He spoke softly, almost as if I were a sleeping lion that he didn't wish to wake - though the roar bellowing in my heart wasn't far off that of a jungle cat. I mumbled a reply, a quick affirmation of my desire to let him speak. I could listen to him talk for days. "I'm really glad that all of this happened with you."

A tiny droplet of water dripped from the tap, sending rippling waves in the bathwater. There wasn't a single atom in the tub unaffected by such a small event. Though minuscule in size, the rogue droplet had an undeniably large impact.

I pressed my lips into the curve of his neck with enough pressure to will the way I felt about him from my being to his. It was redundant and impossible, but it was worth try.

"I mean it," he followed up, large palms stroking my legs gently. "Whatever happens with the trial, just know that I'm so thankful I got to see you in colour."

"Me too," I mumbled, resting my chin on his shoulder. Turning his face, he pressed a small kiss on the corner of my mouth, not caring to get one back, simply just wishing to pepper me with affection. "You got me seeing gold."

"I did," he nodded with a chuffed smile, cheeks dimpling and shoulders relaxing. "I know our colours aren't the same, but they really do feel like it."

We sat for a moment in silence, letting the rain batter against my window uninterrupted. We did this a lot, just existed next to one another while the weather did its thing. Just me, him and the rain. There was no need to talk, no need to fill the empty spaces with inconsequential words.

Holding onto my hands, he let the water pour off our arms as he pulled them upwards to place kisses on my knuckles. "Fuck colours."

His statement earned a small, endeared laugh, as my mind was cast back to that day on the beach. "I wonder what Annie and Jungkook from back then would make of us now," I pondered, amused that neither of us had any idea that this is where we'd end up.

"Past Jungkook would be thankful for a warm bath instead of the freezing sea," he laughed, and so did I. I couldn't argue against that one. "Wanna know a secret?"

"Always."

"That was the day I knew," he admitted with a deep breath. "That was the day I knew I'd been wrong about everything."

"Everything?"

"Well, not everything. It took me a while to realise it, but it was the day I knew that I couldn't have been in love before."

"Why?"

He paused.

"Because I didn't love you yet, and you still  made me feel things that no one else ever has."

And then I paused.

"Didn't love me yet... past tense."

He took a moment, shallow hitched breaths muffled by the pitter-patter of winter rain on the bathroom window, until he was able to articulate an appropriate response.

Scrunch-nosed and too cheeky to comprehend, I was enthralled by him simply existing as he was. His smile broadened, turning towards me to steal a kiss.

"Fuck yourself, Annie."

God, I adored him.

a/n: normally follow smut chapters with total fluff to repent for my sins but nope :) not 2day :) soz x

Edited on my phone so have deffo missed typos lol x