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My fingers moved quickly and quietly on my laptop keyboard late at night. The screen's brightness was low because I wanted to finish the chapter where my fictional dad made progress with my mom. I didn't know much about my real parents' history, but the world I created for them had captured my interest for months. Writing had become a surprising source of joy, different from anything I had done before.

These late-night writing sessions were normal for me, even as I got lost in my characters' world. I stayed aware of my boyfriend, who shared my bed, and tried not to wake him. Despite being focused on the story, I was mindful of his sleep.

After over an hour of typing, I finished the chapter. I saved the file, closed my laptop, and sat staring at it for a moment. Taking slow, deep breaths, I managed the pain inside me. The loss of my parents and my younger sister, Jia, hurt deeply. In the past, I would have hidden that pain. But now, with my boyfriend beside me, I felt it all. I just didn't let it consume me.

Jungkook, my supportive partner, helped me change. My boyfriend—the one who shared my bed and more.

A soft smile crossed my lips as I turned to look at him in the dim room. He lay on his back, his bare skin showing, the sheets up to his waist. His long legs were tangled in the sheets, in the center of the bed. Unlike many couples, we didn't have designated sides of the bed. Jungkook liked to cuddle and said specific sides weren't needed.

Yesterday was tough for him. Late-night calls described a day full of meetings and an emergency at his company. The problem turned out to be mismanagement. When he got home, I had likely fallen asleep. Still, waking up in his arms was a familiar comfort. He was too tired to wake up when I moved away.

Admiring his fit body and the curve of his back, I wanted to get back into bed and feel his warmth. But I held back, thinking about his need for rest as I looked at his peaceful sleeping face. Resisting the urge, I carefully got back into bed in the dark. I lay on my side with my hand on my cheek, still watching him.

His beauty made me feel a mix of happiness and sadness. Jungkook had fought hard to keep our relationship, even when I acted self-destructive. He understood my complexities, stubbornness, and occasional irrationality. His love stayed strong despite my emotional walls. Expressing my feelings was never easy; years of guarding my heart made me hesitant to show vulnerability. But Jungkook knew how much I loved him.

Sometimes I doubted—did he really understand how much I loved him? Did he know that just watching him sleep made me so happy? Could he know he was my everything?

In the past, I might have been afraid to admit such feelings, fearing vulnerability. But I had grown beyond that fear. My therapist, Dr. Kim, would discourage such negative thinking.

And Jungkook deserved more than that. So did I.

Moving closer, I sought his warmth. My eyes stayed on his lips, his beautiful mouth that expressed so much. I knew I meant the world to Jungkook. He had said it many times, leaving no doubt.

"Why are you on one side while I'm on the other?" he suddenly murmured, his eyes still closed. His voice startled me, making me shift back before I smiled. "You're awake," I whispered, moving close and wrapping my arm around his waist. Our legs intertwined, his strong arm around my back, pulling me close to his chest. I sighed in contentment in his embrace. "I've been awake for the past ten minutes, waiting for you to get back in bed," he grumbled slightly annoyed.

I let out a soft laugh at his tone.

His warm hand slid down my back, gently caressing my butt before moving back up my spine. "Did you finish your writing?" he asked. "Mmmhmm. Finished the chapter," I said. "Good, babe. Now go back to sleep."

A playful smile tugged at my lips as I nestled against his chest. "Alright, caveman."

 After a minute, as Jungkook seemed to be falling back asleep, I whispered, "You're my everything, you know that, right?"

His arm tensed around me at my words, and then he pushed me back, looking intensely into my eyes. After searching them, his sleepy mouth curled up in a smile. "You don't need to sweet-talk me for sex, babe."

My eyes smiled. "Well, knowing that could have saved me months of awkward love expressions."

Wide awake now, Jungkook tightened his arms around me and flipped onto his back, pulling me on top of him, my legs straddling his hips. He drew his thumb across my mouth. A shiver ran through me, loving how he excited me. "I know how you feel about me. I feel the same way. You never have to worry that you don't tell me enough, okay?"

He was so perceptive, almost like a mind reader. "You're a creepy mind reader."

He raised an eyebrow. "Creepy?"

"In a hot way."

"There's a hot way to be creepy?"

"Slide your hand south and creepy will definitely become hot."

Jungkook's teeth flashed in a wicked smile. His hand drifted south, down my back, over my butt he liked so much, and under my nightdress.

"Am I hot now?" he asked, his voice low and full of arousal as his fingers slipped under my panties.

I arched into his touch, bracing my hands on his chest. "Baby, you don't know how to be anything else."

My words excited Jungkook. He lifted from the bed, making me sit in his lap, our chests pressed close, his arms holding me tight. His lips brushed mine as he shifted me so his erection throbbed between my legs. "You're killing me with compliments."

I shrugged, whispering against his mouth, "I just wanted you to know that just because I don't say it all the time, doesn't mean I don't feel it."

This time he kissed me deeply. When he pulled back for air, he promised, "I know." His hands pushed at my nightgown until he caught the hem and tugged it over my head. Jungkook's heated gaze moved over my naked body, and I suddenly found myself on my back as he pushed down his pajama bottoms. "Believe me, I know."

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