A/N: highly advise you listen to fallingforyou by the 1975 during this chapter. just stick it on repeat.

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JUNGKOOK 

Day 65

With one hand on the gearstick, the other lazily guiding the steering wheel, I didn't think I'd ever been more attracted to Annie.

Watching as she lay her palm flat to rotate the wheel and swing the car seamlessly into the next lane over, I couldn't quite believe that I almost hadn't let her drive.

"C'mon, don't be a wimp," she had rolled her eyes. "I've got multiple vehicle coverage, so even if I do crash it, you're fine."

"Annie, that is so totally beyond the point."

"Okay, if I do crash it, at least you'll be able to claim on my insurance. Four years no claims," she boasted as she twirled on the way out of her front door.

"What happened four years ago?"

"We don't talk about it."

"That doesn't make me feel any better, Annie."

Still, she had persisted, and maybe I was blinded by her puppy dog eyes and pouty red lips, but I'd agreed - and so here we were.

With Annie in the driver's seat, I was free to film the rolling countryside and landscape. Number ten and eleven of my bucket list; watch a sunset and film a road trip. 

It had been a day filled with nothingness, just the two of us, a bunch of cameras and an open road. Yet, somehow, it felt like everything.

We'd taken multiple wrong turns (despite her insistence on having a "brilliant" sense of direction), eaten food from restaurants off the beaten path, and parked at the bottom of hills just to hike to vantage points and take in the views. 

The scent of pine and soil had overcome my senses, earthy nature claiming me for itself. The air had cooled just enough to stain her cheeks pink, the blood rushing to the surface in a bid to insulate her body, and it felt almost sinful not to drag her closer and keep her warm myself.

The peachy-pink sunset had been wasted on me, for I was too busy watching something else. Clementine skies had illuminated her entire being, setting a hazy glow around her silhouette as she drank in the composition of the landscape around us. 

"It's beautiful," she had cooed, one hand on her hip, the other above her eyes as she basked in it.

All I could do was agree.

We were driving now, heading back towards home, but I wasn't ready for any of this to end. She'd be going to visit her parents tomorrow, and didn't know when she was coming back. I'd never spent more than seven days away from her in the entire time I'd known her, and more recently, I'd barely gone 48 hours away from her.

I was addicted - and she was one hell of a drug. I'd have taken her over the Multivision pills any day of the week.

"Pull over," I requested softly, almost half asleep from the tranquillity of a peaceful drive.

"Hmm?"

"In the clearing on your left," I sat up straight, looking at the road ahead. "Pull over. I'm pretty sure there's a little woodland area down there, I used to play in it as a kid."

"That sounds like the start of a horror story, Kook," she laughed softly, but did as she was told nonetheless. 

"Keep the lights on," I instructed her as we drew to a halt, raising my camera to her attention. "I want to play around with the lighting. Do me a favour and stand in front of the car? I need a focal point."

"Jungkook, I swear to god if you run me over-"

"Annie, can you just not be difficult for once in your life?"

"Sorry," she grinned, slipping out of the driver's seat and doing what she was told once again. I liked it when I didn't have to argue with her. Then again, I also liked it when I did have to argue with her. I think I just liked being with her.

Warm yellow light cascaded onto her silhouette, illuminating the contours of her body in the clearing. Shadows bounced against the old oak tree-trunks, casting obscure shapes into the frame of my shot, as a small smile graced my lips. It was perfect.

She'd spent at least ten minutes whining that morning about how she wished she had chosen something prettier to wear, but comfort over style meant that she was wearing a vintage wrangler shirt that came down to her mid-thighs. Her deep red bomber jacket protected her from the cold wind, which was flowing softly through the jade leaves of the woodlands.

Twirling on the spot, small sticks crunched beneath her feet as she let herself take in the beauty of the location. The midnight skies had obscured the pristine nature, undisturbed for what must have been months. Tiny droplets of rain fell through gaps in the protective covering, but they were scattered, so it didn't seem to bother her too much.

Resting my camera on the dashboard, I turned the smooth dial of the aux volume.

Letting her body come to a stop as she turned round to face the car, melancholic synth slowly crept from the speakers into her ears. It took her a second to register what it was, until she heard the subtle tones of Matty Healy's voice echo around her.

What time you coming out?

"I love this song," there was a tiny smile quivering on her lips, that began to grow as I got out of the car.

"I know," I nodded warmly. I was approaching her with trepidation, legs a little slower than usual. I'd heard it on her playlists a million times over by this point. "That's why I'm playing it."

I'm so excited for the night.

When I looked in her eyes, I could see that she was filled with gratitude. Her eyes always had a knack for conveying things that she was never quite ready nor willing to say. They were reflecting the light of the car, small yellow flecks highlighting the paler parts of her irises. It looked like she had galaxies in her eyes.

Their colour had been fading in and out for some time now, but I could feel the tension building behind my eyes. I knew I was due a permanent colour soon.

"Camera's still rolling," I warned her. My heart felt overwhelmingly heavy in my chest, and it scared me, in the best possible way. "But I think it would look cool if we danced."

Her head tilted slightly as I held out my hand for her to take.

Moths fluttered in front of the headlights, dappling our illuminated bodies in shadows. As the camera continued to roll, she slid her hand gently into mine, and I didn't even have to think about the way in which I would draw her closer. As if it was where she was always meant to be, her body tucked effortlessly into mine.

We'll knock around and see...

"I'm bad at dancing," she spoke with jest, trying to quell the rapid heartbeat in her chest. I was thankful for the music, knowing that it was disguising mine too.

...if you're all I need.

"Just sway," I instructed, trying to sound unbothered, moving my body calmly into the tempo of the soft melody.

Tipping my hand slightly, I let her delicate fingers slip to rest on the cotton of my clothed chest.

"Other hand on my back," my low voice was almost inaudible, but she did as she was told regardless.

Retiring my forearms upon her shoulders, I linked my hands together, the cold tips of my fingers desperate for warmth. Her nose was only a couple of centimetres from my sternum, suffocated by the scent of fresh laundry and spiced vanilla. Suddenly, I was nervously worried about my scent. What if she hated my aftershave? What if the scent had disappeared altogether?

On this night...

I had to remind myself to breathe as I felt her palm on my back, grasping the material of my hoodie timidly. She was so cautious. I'd never known her like this.

...and in this light...

The chill in the air was causing my breath to fog up, billowing slightly as it was illuminated in the bulbs that were drenching them in golden rays. I wished I could see in my cameras viewfinder.

How did we look together? Did I look strong? Protective? Did she look content? Safe?

I think I'm falling for you.

I tried to ignore the lyrics as we turned our bodies in slow circles on the spot. There was a melancholic calmness to the way in which we moved together, intertwined like this.

"Imagine falling for someone, ew," Annie endearingly tried to insert humour into a moment that didn't feel very humorous at all.

"Disgusting," I smiled, thankful for her deflection. My brain had been going a mile a minute and my heart wasn't too far behind.

The hand of hers that had been on my chest sank down my body to my waist and snaked around my back. Annie began to mirror me, holding her own hands for warmth.

We both pretended not to notice that it had closed the gap between us.

Like a freshly struck match, I was burning up. The chill on the tip of my nose and lengths of my fingers didn't matter anymore. I felt like an ember, slowly floating, lost in the air, surely soon to burn out. Annie felt like gasoline. Once I landed on her, I'd surely erupt into flames. If I wasn't careful, I'd burn the whole entire forest down.

"When the smoke is in your eyes, you look so alive," I hummed along softly with the music.

I had never heard the song until I had met her. Now, I couldn't look at her without hearing it. Like bells, it constantly rang.

I could almost feel her cheeks move against my chest as she smiled. She had always told me that she loved the sound of my voice, but I supposed that hearing it while she felt the vibrations of my chest must have made it hit a little differently. "Didn't realise I had gone on a road trip with Matt Healy," she teased.

Never one to back away from a little challenge, I pulled away from her.

"I don't wanna be your friend," I began to sing dramatically, arms flailing, only making myself pause before I finished the line.

I didn't want to speak it into existence; I didn't want to tell the truth.

The smile that was on her infatuated face also faulted. She knew what was coming too.

I wanna kiss your neck.

I stopped swaying.

In fact, I stopped doing anything other than looking directly at her.

I studied her pink nose and dewy lips that were protected by a layer of balm, shifting my focus up to her eyes. Wide and wanting, they almost told me to do it; to kiss her.

"You're an idiot," she whispered, punching my chest lightly, though not retracting. Her flat knuckles rested against my torso, the pair of us staring at where her body came into contact with mine.

"You said you always go for idiots," I whispered, timidly closing the gap between us and regaining our former position.

Forehead dipping to meet hers, I let myself be drawn in by the intoxication of her entire being.

Her nose was icy cold against my cheek, but her breath was tepid and warm, shallow as she tried to control her heart rate. I only knew she was doing this because I was doing it too.

"I do," she acknowledged. "I go for idiots."

"I'm a pretty big fucking idiot."

"Oh, the biggest."

I basked in the echo of her glorious laugh for a split second, wanting to bottle up this moment and preserve it like fine wine. We'd keep it stored in her wine cooler, safe for when we needed it most; Maybe we'd unbottle it on an anniversary. Maybe after I'd got up off one knee. Maybe even after we'd cut the cake. 

Or maybe we'd just keep this moment preserved for just the two of us. Maybe the future didn't matter, because we had everything we needed right in that moment.

Maybe... I just needed to shut my brain up and kiss her.

Lips ghosting hers, our competitive natures were both trying to hold out. Neither one of us wanted to cave first, no matter how shaky our trembling mouths were, nor how ragged our breaths became.

"Idiot," she whispered, closing her lips on mine as she spoke, finally giving me the luxury of succumbing to her. 

It's slow, oh god, so torturously, tantalisingly slow. The first meeting of our lips lingers, like the way her perfume clings to my clothes for days. I can feel her lips, and she can feel mine, and the acknowledgement is enough to drive me insane. 

Pressing down into her lips, my fingers clutch at the nape of her neck, palms flat against her cheeks. I want to breathe her in like the sea air that kept us feeling alive all those weeks ago. She's sweeter, much sweeter than the salty breeze that had consumed me, and I'm realising that maybe I'd always had a bit of a sweet tooth. Any craving I had was well and truly satisfied. 

Drawing back from me, she took a second to breathe, her previously balled fist now clutching at my sweatshirt. Her eyes flickered open to meet mine, and there's a tug behind my retinas. I don't keep them open long enough to entertain whichever shades I'm welcoming, but I know what it is regardless. 

The final piece of the puzzle was in my hands this whole time.

I could admire the colour of her eyes later. She could take me to the beach and I could watch the skies roll by. 

Blue simply didn't matter right now.

Scarlet red lips, cherried cheeks and honey glowing skin against mine: That's what mattered.

I sunk back down, enveloping my lips with hers, obscuring the lines of where my body ended and hers began. I wanted to get lost in her mind, body, soul. Her hands moved to my neck, holding me in place, as if she was scared I'd let go - as if I wasn't stuck to her like glue already.

I groaned into her lips as she deepened the pressure, causing tiny vibrations as she giggled ever so effervescently. "Shut up," I mumbled against her softly. 

She was absolute heaven, a walking angel, but my god did she make me want to sin.

"Told you that you were obsessed with me," she teased, her lips never quite detaching from mine. 

I couldn't even argue against her. She was completely, inexorably and entirely correct.

"Shut up, Annie," I groaned as a breathy smile parted our kiss ever so slightly. She paused, her own smile preventing her from reattaching herself to me. "Go on, say it. I know you're dying to."

"Make me."

"You're so fucking lame."

a/n: mild spice. think more paprika, saving the chillies for later x

though annie and jk are like fucking milk, their shitty banter pouring itself all over the spice. im sorry. blame the characters :/ 

Also it's stupid o'clock in the morning, so excuse any typos x