"Are you coming?" I call out, looking behind me after hearing no footsteps following me. Jungkook stands at the entrance, his hands tucked into his jacket pocket and his gaze focused on something on the floor. More likely not focused, because he's absent right now.

"Come on, we still have to walk up the hill!" I whine when he doesn't move a bit.

"I just woke up, give me a minute," he mutters, his eyes still staring at the ground. "I'm spaced out right now, aren't I?"

"Yeah." I sigh as I cross my arms in front of my chest. I laugh as his mouth falls open and he looks so intently into nothing without blinking that it's cute yet again. I've often noticed that sometimes he's just off like that, but now he kind of looks like a little boy. His cute nose, doe eyes, and the red hairband he has around his forehead to keep his hair out of his face. Just everything.

I run up to him laughing and grab him by the hand dragging him with me across the meadow and onto the path that leads up to the cabin where you can have a nice breakfast. I loved it there as a kid, partly because of the food and partly because of the atmosphere, you could look over all the meadows and houses from up there.

We walk up the path to the cabin while talking and laughing about all kinds of things. The path is not steep and therefore not strenuous and the weather is a bit cool as it is still early, but the shining morning sun warms us up. Our feet glide over the small stones and our laughter is audible like an echo in the forest. I'm glad we were able to get back almost to the old in such a short time.

Arriving at the top of the cabin, we look for a table by the railing to enjoy the view along with a delicious breakfast. A waiter takes our order and we both look out at the mountains, which are green at the bottom and white at the top. The air is fresh, a freshness that reminds you of how clean the air is here compared to the air in the city. Nature reminds you what living really is and what we are actually wasting our precious lifetime on.

I watch Jungkook putting a little bit of everything on his plate after the waiter brought our food so that he ends up with a big mess and starting to eat happily. I missed watching him eat, watching his chubby cheeks fill up with food. He hasn't been eating much lately, sometimes even skipping meals, which had me worried. He's lost some weight, so I'm extra glad to see him eating normally again.

"Why aren't you eating?" he chews, his eyes big and shiny. I shake my head, a smile settling on my lips before I fill my plate too and dig in. We eat in silence, still watching the scenery after we're done eating, letting the sun warm our insides before we pay for the meal and walk out of the restaurant.

Holding hands, we walk past small houses in the village, greeting the sweetest old people I've ever seen until we arrive at the large meadow near our lodge, where we lie down in the grass and just stare at the sky like we used to.

"I've missed this," Jungkook states, tightening his hand around mine as he turns his head in my direction and squints his eyes to see something. "This is what brings me peace."

"What exactly?" I ask, even though I know what he means, but one might want to hear it again, no?

"Everything I've done with you. Just lying around, holding your hand, having you near me." he smiles and places a lingering kiss on my knuckles.

"Me too." I smile back, laying my head on his chest.

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Back in our room, Jungkook is taking a shower while I prepare the blankets and pillows so we can watch a movie together. It is already dark outside and we have been doing everything that could be done outside all day.

Since it is a quiet area, there is not very much to see except animals, meadows, and gardens decorated with flowers. We walked around, Jungkook ran after the lambs while I almost peed my pants because of it, and we had dinner at the restaurant down in the lodge. Then in the store, we got some snacks so we would have something to munch on during the movie.

The bathroom door opens and a cloud of steam rises and out steps a topless Jungkook with his sweatpants hanging loosely around his waist. He dries his hair with a towel while a blush rises to my cheeks. I don't know why I've suddenly become so shy, but I clear my throat as I just notice that despite his weight loss, his chest has gotten broader. He's probably been boxing too much at Hoseok's gym to let out his anger.

He walks slowly to the closet where we have hung our clothes despite our short stay and pulls a white t-shirt over his head, now allowing me to take a deep breath. On the TV I find a series that we both kind of enjoy and we sit down together on the large comfortable bed, Jungkook with his back against the headboard and me between his legs, leaning my head against his chest.

His arms lock around my waist and he presses me tightly against his body and a peaceful mood falls into the lightly lit room. The sounds of the TV are soon drowned out with our laughter when I try to pop a popcorn into Jungkook's mouth with my hand above my head without looking but accidentally poke my finger into his nose instead.

"Well, you're not so good at finding the right hole." he teases and I gasp, getting the popcorn stuck in my throat and blocking my airway. Jungkook laughs maliciously while I cough and he gets a punch on his arm. He's definitely back to his old self.

"So I see your perverted side is making an appearance again." I scold as I roll my eyes but Jungkook just chuckles and squeezes me tighter in his arms.

"I'm just messing with you," he says. After a few seconds of silence, he sighs and plants a kiss in my hair. "I just want us to be like we were."

"I know. We're getting there." I smile, even though I know he won't see me, but I know he can hear the smile lingering in my voice. We nuzzle close, each other's warmth the only thing we need to be warmed in this cold world. He is my happy place and that will never change. The show on the TV isn't really that interesting and if I were alone I would have turned it off long ago, but because I have my other half next to me right now, it doesn't matter what I do. It always feels right and I don't get bored.

I brush my thumb over Jungkook's knuckles as our hands intertwine and feel the crusts on his wound from when he was boxing. They are not completely healed, but they are on their way there, just like our hearts. Our love is the cure.

My gaze falls on his arm, which is decorated with a variety of shapes and designs. My eyes roam from his inked fingers to his veiny hand and up to his forearm until the tattoos disappear under the hem of his T-shirt. I debate mentally whether now is a good time to ask him about their meaning. I've been curious about this all along, but now I'm afraid I'll ruin the mood.

Now I know, or rather I can guess, that they have a lot of meaning to him and that he probably had them done with a purpose in mind. I don't want to trigger bad memories in him again, especially not now because we are slowly becoming back to the old, but the designs are so interesting that they almost hypnotize me.

From quotes whose letters are traveling diagonally across his forearm to an eye and three thick stripes, the light soft skin is decorated with the dark ink. They are beautiful and make me think about getting a tattoo myself someday. Did Jungkook design his tattoos? I can imagine he drew them because he's talented at that too as with everything else he does. And well, my curiosity is making me its slave again.

"They have a meaning, don't they?" I ask cautiously, not knowing if I should regret this question or not.

"What?" he asks, his gaze still on the TV as I look up at him to see his reaction.

"Your tattoos," I whisper and his gaze falls from the TV to my eyes as I slowly run my fingers over the designs on his arm.

"Yes, they do," he replies, a smile finding its way to his lips, and it reassures me right away that he didn't get mad or anything.

"Do you want to tell me their meaning? I'm curious." I nibble on my lower lip before turning my head forward again to look at them more closely. Jungkook places a light kiss on my hair, silently telling me it's okay to ask. "What about this one?"

"It says 'most beautiful moment in life' and I had this done back when Uncle Haeseong brought me in to live with him. It wasn't the most beautiful moment in my life, but it was still a very important one." he explains. "I think there is no such thing as the most beautiful moment, but there is a turning point in life where more and more beautiful moments follow every day. We are considering the one we are experiencing at that moment as the most beautiful one. Like now but I'm sure we're going to have more beautiful ones."

Thinking about his words, I can admit that they have truth to them. I have had many beautiful moments in life where I thought they were the most beautiful moment when I experienced them, but every moment I experience with Jungkook is beyond all the previous ones we have experienced together.

I continue pointing my finger at different tattoos and Jungkook explains their meaning, when, and why he had them done. Most of the tattoos are about the same age and some he had done afterward. They all have a beautiful meaning and that makes me love them even more and unite them with Jungkook. They are his and will remain for a lifetime. They are him.

"What about this?" I ask, pointing to a flower placed in front of some words I can't read at first. I tilt my head and finally make them out. "Please love me." I read slowly. A soft sigh leaves his lips and I know right then and there that I've hit on a sensitive topic. I shouldn't have asked.

"Did you know that every day of the year has a special flower? A birth flower?" he asks and I shake my head, I've never heard of it before. "This one is my birth flower, it means 'please love me'. The tiger flower for the first of September."

"What?" I gasp, my head snapping back so fast it makes my head dizzy and this information puts my head in even more confusion. "But your birthday is on April 12th. I mean, we celebrated together, right? I don't understand."

"I know. That's something no one knows. Not even Taehyung. I'm opening up about it for the first time." he sighs, clearing his throat before his gaze falls somewhere on his shirt. "My mother had trouble getting pregnant at first, but she finally did in the end. However, my uncle and his wife were already expecting a child at the exact same time."

I don't know where this is going but I do know one thing and that's the bad feeling sitting in the pit of my stomach.

"They had a son in July and not two months later I was born. But my father couldn't accept that because according to family traditions, the oldest boy in the family was supposed to take over the company, and even though we were only weeks apart, my cousin would have been the rightful heir." he continues, and realization hits me.

"My father is known in our family as a manipulator now because tax evasion and moonlighting were not the only illegal things he did," he says, his eyes finding mine again and I see the pain that lies in them, deeply buried and never to be forgotten. "He manipulated my birthday to make me look older than my cousin and because no one could prove otherwise, everyone had to put up with it because in court my father would win hands down."

What the hell is wrong with his father? At this point, I just hope I never have to see his disgusting face, because his actions sicken me so much that I don't even need to know what he looks like. It's the worst thing a father can do to his children and it's only for money and power.

"When I found out, I was just a kid and not even that devastated about it. I thought 'it's just a birthday, it doesn't matter if I get my presents sooner or later' but as time went on and I got older I realized how fucked up everything just is. A father who lets his kid live a lie all his life!" he scoffs, shaking his head, but the laughter turns to a frown so quickly that I flinch. "I've cried every year on my real birthday, imagining what it would be like to celebrate on September 1st instead of April 12th."

Just as I'm about to turn around to take him in my embrace, he squeezes me in his arms even more, wrapping them tightly around my waist as he nuzzles his face into the back of my neck. He holds on for dear life as if he would lose me at any moment. I wrap my arms around his and reach out to place a kiss on his knuckles. I want to show him with all possible ways that he has me by his side and that I'm his biggest support.

"Please love me." he pleads, so much vulnerability in those words that it breaks my heart all over again. His father manages to drag down our spirits all over again, even though he's not even present, but the memories of the pain he added to Jungkook will probably haunt us forever.

"I will always love you." I smile and turn my head back, my hand getting lost in the hair on his nape. The position is a little weird since I have to tilt my head uncomfortably, but that doesn't stop me from kissing him passionately.

We stay in the same position, our lips dancing to the imaginary music as we slowly kiss. His head leans further down to take in more of my lips, his arms still firmly around my waist and my hand roaming forward to cup his cheek. So many emotions flow between us, both beautiful and painful, but we realize that we only need each other to get through them to be happy.

We sit up straighter with each passing minute and with increasing emotion, my back still pressed against his chest as the kiss intensifies. His arms come off my waist to intertwine his hands with mine, his fingers playing with mine leaving a tickling effect on my skin and all over my body.

My thoughts are full only of the man who kisses me so beautifully, I perceive nothing but his soft sweet lips against mine and the temperature that keeps rising. It's not a warmth that makes you feel uncomfortable but a blush that settles on our cheeks and melts our hearts. I turn in his embrace now sitting up on my knees and take his face between my hands, his on my hip to keep me from sitting on his lap.

Instead, he gently grabs me by my waist and places me on the mattress, hovering over me, not even once breaking the kiss. We tilt our heads from side to side, intensifying the kiss, and I moan when Jungkook connects his tongue with mine. We have always been like this and we will always be like this, talking with our kisses, gesticulating with our bodies, and telling the most beautiful stories with our eyes.

My head feels dizzy and I appreciate him letting me breathe for a brief moment as he pulls my shirt over my head, the cool air compared to my hot skin nipping at my torso and making my nipples hard. Jungkook slowly moves from my lips down to my jaw, then to my neck where he places open-mouthed wet kisses and then sucks on it, leaving his love bites.

I grab the hem of his shirt with my shaky fingers and when I pull it over his head, the fresh scent of fabric softener fills my nostrils. His warmth and scent feel like home and no matter where we are, as long as he is next to me I will always feel comfortable.

My fingers brush the damp curly hair from his forehead as his pink lips wrap around my nipple and I throw my head back into the mattress as he swirls his tongue around the erect nub. He always knows what he's doing and no matter how he does it, he always manages to make my whole body shudder with anticipation and every nerve tremble. He spreads my legs, casually resting between them so he has better access to my chest and he starts sucking around my nipple, leaving more of his love bites behind.

A streak of saliva is what connects him to my breast as he looks up and observes his creation. His eyes meet mine and a smile appears on his lips before he gives mine a final kiss and moves down along the mattress before arriving at my shorts. His eyes look back up to mine, silently asking for permission and I nod my head without hesitation. My breath hitches as the cool air hits my aching core this time and my legs close on their own before Jungkook gently spreads them open.

He sits down on his knees and takes my leg, which he rests on his shoulder, and starts kissing his way down from my calf to my inner thigh. His kisses are slow and very light so it feels like it's almost not there, which sends a shiver down my spine. He's pleasured me with his mouth many times before, but this time it's so much more intense and intimate that I almost find it hard to maintain eye contact as he gets closer and closer to my womanhood, his eyes soft but still fiery.

And when he encloses his mouth around my core, I lose myself, because for a long time I have not felt such an intense feeling. We had sex after we fought, but it wasn't about pleasure but so much more. I know Jungkook is currently trying to thank me in the most intimate way that exists and he is showing me his love without speaking.

I reach for the sheets, the familiar feeling of an orgasm building in the pit of my stomach as he starts giving me flat-tongued licks, starting from my entrance all the way up to my clit. I can feel how wet I am and when Jungkook pushes two fingers inside me I can hear it too. The volume of my moaning increases with each pump of his delicate fingers and when he adds his mouth around my clit and sucks on the pulsating nub, my hand rushes into his hair, pulling at the smooth curls and making him moan as well.

My legs try to close on their own until there is a disapproving sound rising from the deepest corners of Jungkook's chest and he grips the flesh of my thigh firmly but not hurting, forcing my legs to stay open. He pumps his fingers faster as he notices my walls clenching around them and sips my juices leaking out as his nose rubs against my clit.

I can feel Jungkook rubbing himself against the mattress repeatedly with each passing minute, probably seeking some friction himself to ease his aching member. I can tell that my moans and arousal  are driving him crazy and he himself is looking for some release. I squirm under his touch and the knot in my abdomen finally loosens with the last pumps until I come around his fingers, my muscles contracting and a high-pitched moan leaving my mouth.

I pant irregularly, my eyes squeezed tightly shut, my chest heaving up and down. The bed rustles and when I open my eyes again I am greeted with his sparkling ones, his gaze intense and warm. He gives me a soft warm smile and before I realize it, he is already fully naked, and I feel his erection at my still throbbing entrance. He kisses me deeply, his thumb brushing against my cheek while I run my fingers through his hair.

"Is this okay?" he asks after pulling back from the kiss, looking at me uncertainly. I want him to get his release too, so I nod my head and we both moan as he slowly enters me. I'm still sensitive from my orgasm just now and I'm sure Jungkook notices that too because he places soothing kisses all over my face and waits without moving so I can get used to the stretching and pressure.

After a few moments, when my breathing has regulated somewhat, he slowly begins to move in and out. His eyebrows draw together and his mouth presses into a straight line as puffs of air hit my face with each thrust. He concentrates on his movements, careful not to hurt me though he needs more friction himself.

He pulls out almost completely, then pushes in deep again and he repeats this until my moans become louder again and I feel comfortable with his movements. He keeps placing light kisses on various parts of my face and body. My neck, the mole above my eyebrow, my nose, and my fingers as he connects them with his and places them over my head. I'm a sucker for holding hands with him while we're intimate.

"Jungkook." I moan as his thrusts become more intense and deeper.

"I know, princess. Come on, you can give me one more." he breathes against my ear and then brings his face in front of mine to look deep into my eyes and watch my reaction to his thrusts. He lets go of one hand and hooks it under my thigh, bringing my leg to his waist and stroking the skin. The bed squeaks slightly under our weight and the sheets lie tangled around us.

My second orgasm is building faster than I expected and I can also feel that Jungkook is close to his. I feel everything, it's like my body has suddenly become more awake. I can feel my walls clenching around his shaft, making him growl. I feel drops of sweat forming on his body, I feel them with my fingers on his back where the muscles flex. I feel his chest brush against my breasts with each thrust as he leans down and captures my lips. I feel his heartbeat synchronize with mine, beating so fast it almost jumps out of its cage. And finally, I feel him fill me up with his warm release after I squeeze him tight between my walls as my orgasm hits.

We lie in bed afterward, me with my head on his chest as he draws soothing shapes on my bare back and finally scratches his fingers over my scalp. I moan in contentment as I tighten my arm around his chest and also brush shapes on it. The peace he adds to me I haven't felt anywhere or with anyone before, and I want to feel it for the rest of my life.

"I've lost myself lately, but I've found the real Jungkook again. I just realized that I needed to come back to you for that," he sighs contentedly, placing a kiss on my temple and hugging me tighter. "Because you're my home."

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A/N: I don't know the real purpose and meaning behind Jungkook's tattoos, that was just a little interpretation and adaptation to the story. Thank you for reading, please vote and comment♥️