A/N -  got drunk and wrote 90% of this chapter in one night lol.. It also contains smut and mature content <3

The chapter name "angostura" is inspired by the song by keshi !

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Check-in moved quickly. Security was a blast like always. And boarding seemed smoother than butter. The plane ride was going nice and easy so far too. And now you were nestled in your spacious seat. Feet propped up onto a footrest and wearing comfortable lounge slippers over them provided by the airline. 

You had your headphones over your ears, drowning out the noise around you and giving a plain indication to BTS that you were planning to be tuned out for the entire flight. You had enough booze in your system from the classy airport lounge to make this plane ride feel like a 10-minute car ride to the corner store. All you had to do was sit back and stay zoned out just like this for....9 more hours. Great. It felt as though you had been on this plane for eternity now. And yes, that was because you weren't the biggest fan of being up in the air this way.

And no, BTS didn't have a single clue about that.

Like hell you were going to tell them you hated flying. Next thing you know, you'll be babysat by a group of men that wouldn't let you go take a leak without one of them getting up to follow you to the bathroom too. They did enough for you already. Yes, they made you feel special. But you needed to get over this fear. For your sake... For Jungkook's sake. Because truth be told, you had a feeling that you would be back in your city one day sooner than you thought. 

It was just 10... err... 9... hours anyways you chanted to yourself in your head. Just 60 minutes for a total of 9 more times. Easy peasy. Even if your hands were sweating, you told yourself you'd be fine,

"What's the first thing you want to do when you land?"

Yoongi's question made you huff in amusement but hey, you had to hand it to him. At least he was trying to make a conversation with you. Had he noticed you fiddling and twiddling with your thumbs for most of the ride? He was a psychology major, after all and you were sure Yoongi could pick out the way you were feeling better than anyone else. Classic Yoongi. Choosing to distract you from your overthinking rather than put you on the spot over anything. 

"Good question." You breathed, hands smoothing down the front of your jeans to wipe the clamminess away from them while you forced a smile. 

'I could think of a few things I'd like to do with one person.' You thought to yourself, shaking your head quickly to rid yourself of the thoughts as a small smile started to tug at your lips, "See Jungkook, of course." You sighed happily, "I can't wait to see my baby." You mumbled more to yourself than Yoongi, but you could see his budding smile from the peripheral of your vision anyways, 

"I really missed him." You confessed, ignoring how corny you sounded because you truly didn't care anymore anyways while you leaned over the edge of your chair to peek out of the window closest to you to gaze at the clouds you had been flying over, "Maybe smoke a big, fat joint too." You added with a hum,

"You better call me over to pass the blunt." Hoseok tuned into your conversation with a sniff, head popping up from over his chair to look at you, "Or tell me who your weed guy is."

You couldn't believe you were having a conversation like this with the Jung Hoseok and you shook your head, eyes rolling in amusement while you corrected him, "Weed woman." You quirked a brow and his lips formed into an adorable heart shaped smile, his head nodding enthusiastically in understanding at your correction, "And I'll think about it." You returned the smile, feeling less of an edge now that you were conversing with your friends.

"I guess I'll join in on the conversation with you losers now." Seokjin announced from the space closer to your side, his feet kicking up onto the footrest in front of his own seat, and a mischievous smile spreading across his lips as he zipped his Nintendo Switch case back up and then gave his back a stretch,  arms extending over his head while he stretched his muscles out, "Let's play a game." His hands finally folded over each other and rested on top of his stomach, fingers twiddling coyly,  

"Fuck, Marry, Kill... Brad Pitt, Idris Elba, Robert Pattinson. Y/N goes first."

The twinkle in your eyes dulled the moment you caught Seokjin's devilish smile. You knew what that meant. He was about to create chaos. You groaned in response when you heard his question next, your head dropping back against the headrest of your seat, eyes staring up at the aircraft's ceiling with a blank look on your face as you thought, 

"Fuck, Rob. Marry Idris. Kill Brad." You announced at once, giving Seokjin a side eye as a teasing smirk turned up along your lips.

Seokjin gasped with wide eyes, clearly shocked and distraught over your answer, "What did Brad ever do to you?!?!" He had a hand over his chest, fingers curled dramatically into his shirt with his eyes full of terror, "How could you do my celebrity crush like that?" He frowned deeply, plush lips drooped low with an obvious look of hurt on his face, squeezing his chest as he looked away, "You're making my heart hurt." He pretended to cry, wiping a fake tear from his eye.

"Not my type." You started to laugh, eyes scanning over a little package of trail mix the airline had handed out to you all as a preflight snack before you took off,  tearing open the snack package in your hands to pick through the trail mix, shuffling the nuts and seeds around to find the candy pieces instead,

"I have one for you... But it's different--" A voice in front of you chirped, the adorable, dark-haired Jimin twisted around in his seat while he lifted himself up out of it a bit so that he was facing the three of you, "Fuck, Marry, Suck." His smile slowly turned into a grin, a pair of plump lips curving to a teasing smirk as he nodded, "Me, Taehyung, Namjoon." His voice sounded so sweet and cheery. So sweet that you were almost fooled by what he was asking of you.

God, it never ends...

You quickly checked the time on your phone and sighed. Only five minutes had passed. Touch down was so far away. "Why can't I ask you that?" You shot Jimin a look while Namjoon stifled a quiet laugh with one hand while the other reached up to adjust the headphones over his head. You heard the leader warn Jimin to calm down and quit asking you silly questions, but Jimin only smiled cheerfully at you, giving you a sign that he had no intention of stopping anytime soon,

"Ignore him." Hoseok shot Jimin a look and pointed a finger his way, wagging it accusingly, "You just love to stir the pot, don't you?" Hoseok threatened to take his lounge slipper off to whack Jimin with it while Namjoon put his hands up in defense, easily taking himself out of the drama although he had been snickering earlier with Jimin.

"Sorry, Jimin. I can't protect you this time." The leader smiled.

"--It's not Jimin's fault." Yoongi made a 'tch' sound with his lips and sat up more in his seat, neck flexing to stretch the muscle while he rolled his eyes, "Blame the scarecrow for starting it first."

Another loud, dramatic gasp rang through the entire airplane, "Scare-WHAT?" Seokjin's eyes were bugged out of his head, "Who are you calling a scarecrow?!" His lips were pursed into a pout, nose scrunching cutely while his ears began to heat up until they took on a beet red color as he thought about what to clapback with, "You peasant."

"Haha. Scarecrow. Good one, hyung." Taehyung butted in with a smirk, a deep chuckle resonating within his chest.

Hoseok was next to laugh and boy, he did. Almost spurting out the water that he was sipping as he burst out guffawing. "Hah!" He held his stomach while he snickered, almost falling out of his seat with laughter. Yoongi always seemed to be so funny for Hoseok. Mr. Min could literally be sitting there doing nothing and Hoseok would find any and every reason to laugh, "That's so hilarious! I need to remember that!"

"Scarecrow." Jimin repeated and began to chuckle as well. His eyes crinkling while he covered his mouth to hide the cute, chipped front tooth he had. He had the cutest giggle and the adorable chime of it alone set something off between the members and soon enough, all of them, including you, began laughing as well.

After the laughter had died down, Jimin was still looking at you expectantly and you rolled your eyes, sending a glare his way as your brows furrowed, "I'm not answering that." You spat out quickly, crunching on a candy, "Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook." You responded, "Good enough?" You narrowed your eyes, causing the entire plane to erupt with laughter once more. 

...

"Awwww! She's beautiful!" Hands clapped together in happiness while Jungkook showed a picture of you in his phone to the planner in charge of his proposal, "I definitely believe this will be something she would never forget!" The assistant chirped happily, leading Jungkook around the grassy area they had been standing in, "Sooo... I did a few minor, itty bitty tweaks to your blue print. Just a little something I came up with from the top of my head." Their head shook from side to side, the bob of their hair flipping from side to side with their movements, "How about... if we put the Royce... right here?" They stomped the ground with the foot, excited hands pointing down at the ground beneath them, "This would... be the garage, right?"

Ah, how wonderful it is to finally have good help. Jungkook learned his lesson the first time he planned something special for you. The assistant he had back then seemed more interested in getting his autograph and perks than anything else.

You might have thought the mural he had painted for you back then was the perfect surprise, but Jungkook knew he could do better. He knew he was going to do better. And with the help of a top-rated assistant, specializing in wedding and engagement planning, he had high expectations for them. After all, he literally flew them in from a different state just for this, they didn't have much of a choice but to be the best... Especially for him.

Now, if everything went well, Jungkook had just a few hours to spend finishing off plans for the proposal. He still had a few more grateful days left before the big day anyways but was it Jungkook if he wasn't twenty steps ahead of himself? 

Besides, between those days was his concert too... An even bigger day than ever. And of, course, between all of that, he wanted to spend some quality time with you as well. Thankfully, his assistant was a godsend and welcomed every idea he had (even sharing some of their own expertise as well!). 

He was optimistic that everything would go smoothly and just as the thought crossed his mind, his phone began to buzz in his pocket,

Baby-J – 10:13AM:

plane landed but...

🙁 

we tried our best to stall as long as we can

JK – 10:13AM:

Knew it :/ so where is she?

Baby-J – 10:14AM:

She's more stubborn than you!!!!!!!

But I love her <3

JK - 10:14AM:

.....................ok

where is she??? 

Baby-J - 10:15AM:

oh ya... she said shes gonna take a taxi :( 

"Damn." Jungkook's eyes rolled as he read the messages popping up on his phone screen, a disgruntled huff coming out of his lips while he held the shaggy bangs of his hair back with one hand as he delved deep into thought. 

He turned back to see the assistant directing a few construction workers who had arrived in the area. The workers had just begun to unload their truck in the direction of the assistant. Teams of them passing by with arms full carrying planks of wood, 

"Fuck." Jungkook wanted to be here today for this exact moment. The moment where his dream would come to life. Unfortunately, you had other plans. And as much as Jungkook wanted to stay here, he wanted to surprise you at the airport the most.

Getting the assistant's attention once more and explaining to them that he had to leave, Jungkook was quick to think. Hurriedly typing in directions on his phone and calculating the distance it would take for him to get to where he was now and then to where he wanted to meet you. It wasn't too far. If he took a non-congested route, he could make it in time. But he had to leave now. And he had to be fast,

JK – 10:18AM:

Going there myself.

Baby-J - 10:18AM:

WHAT.

DONT BE STUPID JUNGKOOK 

YOU'LL GET FIRED

DONT

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"AND I WANT TO MEET YOUR BOYFRIEND TOO, Y/N--" Your mother's voice boomed out of the phone's speaker that was pressed to your ear, "DON'T THINK YOU CAN HIDE FROM M-"

The voice silenced at once when you tore the phone away from your ear and turned off the speaker function at once, "God damn it." You cursed, having turned on the speaker function of your phone when you accidentally smushed your face against the screen of the device while you tugged your luggage off the rotating carousel in the middle of the busy airport.

"Mom, please." You groaned to yourself, making awkward eye contact with a few travelers waiting around the conveyor for their own luggage. People turned to look at you, of course. A nosy woman with her child even snickered a laugh at the chaos but you sighed under your breath and ignored them, rolling your eyes and feeling your cheeks flush a deep hue of red in embarrassment,

"Are you there, honey?" Your mom's voice echoed into your ear, and you groaned, huffing in defeat as you plopped your near lopsided suitcase onto the ground with a thud, "Hello? Hello?"

You heaved out a breath of air and took hold of your phone that was sandwiched between your ear and shoulder, finally being able to speak properly into it now that you had successfully located your luggage, "Yes, I'm here but now isn't the right time, mom, seriously. I just landed." You grumbled, struggling to make your suitcase stand upright. You had to be careful with the luggage Jungkook had gifted you awhile back as it was overstuffed with your belongings and more. Any more roughage and that thing would be bursting at the zip from the number of items you had shoved in there.

"You know daddy and I would really love to have you and your new little boy toy over for dinner tomorrow." Your mom continued to talk, her voice on the other end of the phone sounding excited and giddy at the thought of getting to meet your boyfriend.

Things had never been okay with your parents. Sometimes you wondered if they even wanted to be parents to begin with. Your childhood wasn't memorable because they didn't try to give you anything positive to remember about growing up. You didn't have many fond memories of being a child. Didn't even have pictures of yourself as a baby. As far as you were concerned, your parents were more like roommates to you than anything.

They weren't necessarily bad. They just... weren't there in all aspects mentally, physically and emotionally. It caused a lot of strain in your relationship as you matured, of course. And your lack of closeness with your family was the main reason as to why you left home at such a young age in the first place. 

However, things changed a bit after you met Jungkook's own family. Sure, his mother was a little overbearing. But you knew deep down it was because she cared. Did she do a good job at showing you how she felt about you and Jungkook? Not all the time. But it was better than nothing.

"Ow! Fuck!" You were paying for the over packing now as you almost snapped one of your acrylics clean off your finger while you manhandled that luggage off the conveyor with your mom also babbling in your ear at the same time, "What?! He's not a boy toy or whatever you're calling him, mom. No one uses those terms anymore either. Please... God. Can I call you back when I get home and settled down?" You huffed, "No, I'm fine. I'll grab a taxi. It's okay. Talk to you later. Love you." You hummed into the phone before ending the call, finally pulling the handle up for your suitcase and then slinging your purse over your shoulder as you began to head towards the airport exit.

Let's backtrack a bit.

So, once the plane landed, you took the same private exit as BTS but instead of heading with them to the private driver waiting on standby to take you home like originally planned, you opted to head home on your own. Yes, you were forever grateful and indebted to BTS for allowing you to accompany them on one of the smoothest plane rides of your life, but you also felt as though you had let them do enough.

And yes, they begged you to stay once you made your decision. Each of them equally protesting you leaving them. But you shook your head and waved goodbye to your friends anyways, claiming that you would be fine to take a taxi home on your own. After all, this was your city. You knew the runs of this place like the back of your hand and if you had to be honest, the nostalgia of taking your own ride home after a long trip is just what you needed, 

"I'll see you guys at my friend's party this week, won't I? Exactly. So, don't worry." You recalled telling the guys before you left the private corridor of the airport and then you were off, navigating your way from the heavily secured area of the diplomatic-passport-holder-only hallways to the now busy and bustling walkways of the airport, "Home sweet home." You spoke to yourself as you joined the lineup to collect your baggage and that's when your mother's call came in. 

Now here you were. Kind of lost. But doing your thing. 

"The taxis should be right here..." You sighed, the exhaustion of traveling for over 10 hours and now having to navigate your way through a busy airport finally catching its way up to you. 'Maybe carpooling with the BTS members wasn't such a bad idea after all'  you thought in regret while you wheeled your luggage over to the side of a pickup area and peeked out through a window, "Damn it." You grumbled unhappily, eyes traveling to a sign board displaying a variety of ads playing in sequence on the screen to attract visitors to your city's many shows and sights to see.

Of course, the city was promoting BTS and their Permission to Dance concert. The tourist board of your city had put up displays welcoming visitors who had traveled from out of state to come see the boys in concert. Wishing them all a safe trip on behalf of Las Vegas. How cute.

A small smile crossed your lips as you spoke to a display, "Why, hello." You greeted the poster, not even realizing that you had migrated to the signage all on your own to ogle at Jungkook's face. "You look handsome." You spoke to the display with a quirky smile on your face, eyes glancing around at your surroundings to ensure no one could overhear or see you talking to a poster of Jungkook.

You really done lost your mind, girl.

You truly wanted to reach out and touch it. To kiss it even. A part of you wanted to join the other fans that were in the airport gawking and squeaking at the signs as they passed by and fangirl with them too... But you couldn't.

 Don't be weird.

While you stood there and gazed at the display, you felt a familiar sense of wholeness overcome you. A fondness that started in your heart and travelled to your stomach, making butterflies begin to flutter around within you. Missing Jungkook was an understatement at this point. 

There weren't even enough words to describe how you felt about him. And as you got closer and closer to finally seeing him again, the more you started to feel just how long you've been without him. So long that you literally felt butterflies in your stomach just looking at a picture of him. It was crazy.

Had it really been a month that you hadn't seen each other? Damn. Time flew. But why did everything seem to be moving so slowly at the same time? You felt slower. Felt... empty.  

It was the first time in a long time that you were truly on your own and you had just begun to realize that you've never been on your own for a hot minute since the moment you stepped into Korea.

Now, you could truly feel how different it was without your boyfriend or friends. Now, you could sense the outcasted feeling of being by yourself. Not having a huge group to roll with. Not having the voices of seven different people always echoing in your ears. Not feeling the safety and security of being around your friends that knew how to protect you the most.

You used to enjoy it. The solidarity of being your own best friend. Had Jungkook really changed that all? Had BTS really impacted your life in such a way that you felt sorry for people who didn't know them?

It wasn't time to get distracted by Jungkook and BTS' faces all over the airport and you began to pull away from the display you were ogling, tugging your suitcase behind you as you finally spotted the area of the airport where taxis were lined off for pickups ahead of you. You started to walk faster. Almost running through the space with your bags in tow,

"Thank God." You grumbled to yourself, feeling your energy slowly beginning to pick up along with your pace as you got closer to the gates where the taxis were. The adrenaline was pumping through you. No thoughts in your head. Just home... Just Jungkook... You couldn't wait.

...

'Fuck, where is she?' Jungkook thought to himself. Pacing from heel to heel while he waited. He could feel his phone buzzing in his pocket, and he knew it was his hyungs losing their minds in the group chat over his decision to come to the airport by himself and meet you. 

Yes, it was rash and last minute. Bold too. But he made it. On time too. Even after his plans had been changed. 

Initially Jungkook was going to show up to the airport pretending to be a driver of a company van that was scheduled to pick the hyung's up from the airport but of course, his teammates couldn't lure you to the van. Did they try the "I'll buy you food" tactic? That always seemed to work.

Perhaps you were a bit more stubborn when it came to the members. 

Or perhaps you were just over the flight and couldn't wait to go home to see your boyfriend.

Yeah, the latter sounded more like it.

That's why Jungkook came up with the smart but not so smart idea to just show up to the airport himself. 

Man, if Hybe found out what he was up to right now, he would be in so much trouble. But who was going to stop him? With the right disguise, anything was possible. And luckily for Jungkook, he was dressed in perfect attire to make himself inconspicuous to the eyes of anyone that could potentially notice him. 

Now, all he had to do was find you. Something that wasn't easy to do in a busy airport like this. It didn't help that none of the members could recall what you were wearing. Jimin said you were wearing pink. Seokjin said you were in white. How could they be so off? Where were they looking to be coming up with such colors? Side eye.

Jungkook stood by the arrival section for what seemed like forever and he was about to give up. It was stupid of him to even come up with a silly idea like this and the longer he stood there, the more he began to realize how dangerous this really could be. 

Feeling more conscious of his surroundings than ever, Jungkook began to turn away. Until he spotted a familiar-looking suitcase zooming past him. It was your signature Louis Vuitton luggage Jungkook had gifted you when he returned from Korea all those months ago. It was nice to see you still used it. Especially since you had to purchase more storage in Korea to fill with items you had been purchasing. Who was he kidding? Of course, you would use the gift he has you. You cherished and used everything Jungkook gave you.

Jungkook found himself sighing out endearingly at how adorable you were. But before he could trail off in thought, he had to catch up with you because you were literally running away right before his eyes.

"What is she...--" Jungkook quirked a brow. Head tilting in confusion as to why you were pacing so quickly. He thought only Yoongi walked at lightning speed in the airport. Was he about to run after you? That would make it obvious. Especially in a place like this.

Jungkook decided to casually follow you until he realized you were headed to the taxis. "Shit." He cursed, speeding up his steps just a bit and then faltering when you would slow down. He didn't know how you never turned around even once. You were clearly in your own little world and Jungkook loved it. 

He laughed to himself while he followed you. Admiring the way you were practically skipping through the airport. His excitement started to increase and so he started to walk faster too. Catching up to you in no time until he was right behind you,

"Excuse me, miss?"

You ignored the voice calling out from behind you. It sounded familiar but you weren't sure. You didn't dare to turn around though. Not sure if the person was even speaking to you. Who would be trying to get your attention anyways? Did someone notice you talking to the display of Jungkook and thought you were crazy? Or did you drop something?

Shit! Did my Koya keychain fall off my bag?

You whipped around at that thought and almost smacked into the man behind you, "I-I'm sorry!" Your hand was at your purse, feeling around for your keychain and sighing in relief when the BT21 keychain was still dangling from the bag. 

You smiled now, triumphant that your precious keychain wasn't lost in the vastness of the busy airport, "Sorry." You mumbled as you finally faced the gentleman, "Yes?" You looked up at the man, your brow quirking in confusion and then falling immediately along with your smile when you faced the man hiding behind a large floral arrangement,

"Miss, I think this belongs to you." He said again, voice muffled from behind the flowers as he gestured to the bouquet he was holding out to you. 

He was holding onto an arrangement of your most favorite roses, carnations and lilacs. In every shade of your favorite color that you could think of. But his face was concealed due to the largeness of the flowers.

Or perhaps he was purposely hiding himself behind them?

You didn't understand why a random person would be presenting you with flowers and you simply stood there in confusion. Blinking several times as you fumbled with your words and tried to figure out something to say, "M-Me?" You stammered, mouth agape and then snapping shut as you shook your head quickly, "I- don't think so--" Your lips pursed in thought and then you looked around, "Um... Are you a delivery person? Maybe there's a card--?" You questioned dumbfoundedly, and then the person laughed in response. And when he laughed, your brows furrowed in confusion yet again. Either you were stupid as fuck or this was your boyfriend playing tricks with you.

"Nope!" He hummed from behind the bouquet, "It's...--" He started to laugh again, and you clasped a hand over your mouth, realizing just exactly who it was by that laugh.

That giggle. That throaty, childlike chuckle. It sounded oddly similar to someone you knew and loved. Someone you missed. Someone you had been dying to see. You refused to believe it thought. Refused to accept the fact that he could be here right now. 

Surely, they wouldn't have come all the way to the airport to see you. Surely, they wouldn't risk doing something so insane like showing up to a public space like this. No regular person in their right mind would pull a stunt like this. But this didn't seem like it was just a regular bouquet of flowers too.

This didn't seem like a regular laugh as well. 

Nor did this seem like a regular man standing in front of you either.

This was...

"...Yours." He spoke again but this time peeked at you from behind the bouquet, the signature bucket hat sitting low over his face tilting along with his head as Jungkook's eyes crinkled happily at you, "Hi, baby." Your boyfriend greeted you with an excited smile.

Say sike right now.

"Wh--" You gulped, your entire world slowing to a stop as you faced Jungkook. Your eyes rounded to the size of dinner plates in shock, an audible gasp escaping your lips at the same time while you stared at Jungkook as he smiled at you. 

Well, it was what you assume was smile from the way his eyes curved to pretty half-moons while his cheeks rose from under his mask into a signature grin only you could recognize even though he had a disguise concealing his face.

You couldn't even believe it. Here he was in the flesh. Surprising you at the airport. The public airport to be exact. Risking his life and identity to stand here before you, "What are you doing here?" Your tone was frantic as you looked around the space you both were standing in, eyes landing on each passerby and checking to ensure none of them could pick up on what was happening. So far nothing seemed obscure. People passed by leisurely. Families returning from vacation with kids. Businesspeople on their phones chattering away. Fans arriving for the PTD concert.

Fans... Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The people who could pick Jungkook out of a crowd even if he was wearing a paper bag over his head.

"Holy fuck!" You gasped at once, "Why are you here?!?!" Your voice raised and you quickly piped down when you could feel your fight or flight being activated. The pressure in your veins began to boil and you could sense your pulse was beginning to accelerate but... Jungkook was as calm, cool and collected as ever. The opposite to what you were feeling. 

His relaxed exterior didn't put you at ease like it used to. In fact, it worried you more, "Why... Why didn't you call? Why didn't you say something? I could have met you at home!!" You didn't mean to bombard your boyfriend with questions, but he did realize this was an airport, right?

Your man simply stood there and watched you gearing up to start rapping like Seokjin. An entertained smile on his face while he watched you with eyes full of nothing but adornment, "Relax, babe." Jungkook chortled with a soft laugh, arms extending and enclosing around your frame to pull you into a hug, "I'm in disguise. It's fine." He reassured you but you still stood there frozen in time, unsure whether you could believe everything would be fine or not, "Trust me."

You couldn't lie, you relaxed considerably in his hold, your body crushing against his strong chest while he took you in his arms, "Disguise my ass." You commented, "I knew it was you from the second I saw that freakin' hat on your head." You could feel Jungkook's chest rumbling against yours as he laughed, his body shaking with chuckles while he shook his head.

It hadn't even dawned on you that you were reunited with Jungkook again. Something about him gracing you with his presence didn't feel as though you had been apart for a month.

Everything felt... normal. The longingness you felt hours before and during your flight had disappeared. Somehow, everything fell into place again. You felt whole again. Felt at peace. You could stay this way forever. In the middle of this airport. Wrapped up in his arms. Just the two of you. The way you were meant to be.

"Don't believe me?" He challenged, "Look." Jungkook pulled back a bit, allowing you to look at him up close and personally for the first time in a month.

Well... he wasn't wrong. Even if you didn't want to admit it. His disguise didn't stop at his mask or the low riding bucket hat he had over his head. Were you really thinking he would just walk into an airport doing nothing to conceal his identity? Amateur. 

Who did you think he was? He was smarter than that for sure. Idols were trained to be that way. They literally had big, thick manuals full of specific details and outlines to follow as a celebrity. Concealing parts of their bodies and appearances that would make them visible and recognizable to the public was just one of the rules he had to follow.

"See?" Your boyfriend hummed out proudly, chest puffing out in his signature kangaroo pose that made a small smile quirk along your lips.

"I see." You nodded curtly when you noticed the stark difference in Jungkook's appearance. For one, he had all his piercings removed. All his ear piercings were taken out except for his eyebrow piercing that was hidden under his hat. He had his tattoos covered too. Not to mention, masks were optional in the airport and so, his face was well concealed. And he wore plain clothes. Plain shoes too. With his longish hair that normally poked out cutely from under his hats, it was now tucked neatly under the rim of the cap, hiding away underneath it to disguise the length of his hair as well.

For use of a better term, Jungkook looked... normal. Like a regular guy. If you had passed him on the street, you would just think he was just another everyday citizen and not a pop music sensation. Your gaze was still stuck on his shirt though. Eyeing the simple, dark colored long sleeve. It wasn't a designer brand. Wasn't noticeable. Just a plain sweatshirt that he must have kept for moments like this when he knew he wanted to conceal himself.

One thing that lured your eyes to the shirt was the fact that it wasn't the normal baggy shirt he wore. It was form fit for his body. Wrapping snug against his frame in all the right places. You let your eyes drift further down. Down until you got to the simple pair of blue Levi's hanging snug around his well-built thighs. And on his feet, he sported a pair of tattered looking converse sneakers. 

His outfit was nothing to write home about. And that's exactly what Jungkook wanted to be.

The way he longed to be the most...

Normal.

"See? Still your Kookie. Just... in disguise."

You didn't have much to say after analyzing every part of him. The realization that you were finally reunited with Jungkook had finally settled in now and all you could do was cover your mouth with your hand, your eyes welling up with tears and your heart squeezing tight in your chest as you flung yourself against Jungkook with a hard thud,

"Finally!" You almost yelled, throwing your arms around him and almost knocking him backward into the floor, "Holy fuck, I missed you." You cried into his chest, arms squeezing tight around your boyfriend while you clung to his body and refused to let go.

The travelers passing by ignored the two of you as they headed to their destinations. It was an airport, after all. Couples were reuniting all over the place. You didn't have to worry anymore that your boyfriend's cover would be blown. 

To be frank, you didn't care about anything anymore except for Jungkook. And it showed from the way you attached yourself to him. You stayed stuck to Jungkook like glue. Refusing to let go of him even as he tried to pull your arms away so that he could look at you,

"I missed you too, jagi." Jungkook chuckled, "Aw, don't cry." He started to laugh more, rubbing his freehand over your back before giving it a gentle pat while he rested his cheek against the top of your head. 

His eyes closed while he held you in his arms. Relishing in the moment and thanking the high heavens for letting him spot that fucking Louis V suitcase you were wheeling. If it wasn't for that, Jungkook surely would have missed you.

And fuck his hyungs for saying you were wearing pink and white because you were wearing black! What's wrong with them. 

Jungkook began to laugh at the situation. The divine intervention, really. How lucky he was to have a moment like this. For something so insane and last minute to work in his favor.

He was so thankful, and it showed from the way his chuckles spilled freely from his lips as he held you. He wasn't sure what was so funny but all he knew was that he was just so happy. So happy to be with you again. But the airport was becoming more and more crowded. Busy bodies rushing by. Faces and eyes that seemed to wander for too long. Jungkook didn't want to risk it and so, he took the handle of your suitcase in his own hold. Trading you the flowers for your suitcase, "Let's get out of here." His eyes crinkled happily, freehand grabbed yours and le your fingers lace together naturally while he tugged you in the opposite direction of the taxis and towards the parking lot instead, 

"So, where were you headed speed walking like that?" 

"Yoongi taught me that. He calls it his catwalk." 

...

"You know what we should do when we go back to home to Korea?" Jungkook chirped behind you as he keyed in the password to his apartment, lugging your bags behind him with a huff at how heavy it was, "A tour of all the barbecue places." He started to smile at his idea, pushing the door open once it unlocked to let you inside.

After reuniting in the airport, Jungkook took you to one of his favorite restaurants. You were too hungry to even function and lucky for you, your boyfriend had been steadily hitting up every restaurant in your city. Not the fine dining ones either. He was hitting up the regular degular places people in your city frequented. 

His favorite so far? A mom-and-pop shop that served, you guessed it, unlimited k-bbq. That's where he took you and perhaps it was the hunger talking, but why was that the best meal you've ever had in a while?

Aside from eating until your heart's content with your boyfriend, you also had a moment of alone time with him. A moment that was much needed. Everything seemed normal now that you were together again. 

You laughed. Talked. And even kissed. Sharing a tender, 'welcome home' smooch once when you got into the safety of the blacked-out Mercedes he was driving and then every single time he stopped at a red light after that.

He held your hand while he drove. His thumb rubbing over your palm. Fingers playing with each other's. The radio was humming music faintly in the background and the sunroof cracked just enough to allow for the beautiful Vegas weather to fill the car with fresh air. It was perfect.

You felt so full being with Jungkook. Not just of food from the owners of the restaurant feeding you both until you couldn't move. But full with content. Full of love and appreciation. 

Only Jungkook could do that. Only Jungkook could make you feel oh so special. I mean, look at this bouquet in your hands. Damn. 

The beautiful flowers you were carrying tight against your chest were something but your dream guy, Jungkook, was everything.

You loved the way Jungkook would mention Korea as your home. Although you were both back in your city. The place you grew up in, he still addressed the place you had in Korea as your true home. And if you had to be honest, he was right. 

You've never felt like a person from your own city. Never felt like this place was where you truly belonged to be. Somehow and some way, you knew that you wouldn't be living here forever. Whether that meant you ended up in South Korea or somewhere else. You knew one day, Las Vegas wasn't going to be the place you lived for the rest of your life.

Did you think you would meet a member of BTS and move to Korea to be with them though? No. But could you imagine your life being different if you didn't meet Jungkook? Could you even imagine a life without Jungkook? Without BTS? That was something to think about. Something that put you into a panic at the mere thought of it.

"You mean go on a tour of all the barbecue places for our honeymoon?" You joked as you stepped into the apartment, shoes kicking off your feet and landing neatly next to the plethora of sneakers Jungkook had lined near the door, "I'm kidding!" You added in quickly when your boyfriend went silent at your question.

Jungkook was stunned into silence for reasons he couldn't tell you. Not because you mentioning marriage made him feel weak in the knees but more because he planned to propose to you in just a few days. 

It was interesting to Jungkook that you would ask a question like that. Why would you mention honeymoons suddenly? Did you notice something? Did one of his big-mouthed group mates drop the bomb on you? Jungkook couldn't tell. All he knew was that he had to play it cool and pretend that he had nothing up his sleeve,

"Oh, so are you sayin' you wanna marry me?" He asked casually, wheeling your suitcase into the door and propping it up against a wall so that he could slide his shoes off his feet as well. He was genuinely curious about your answer. After all, it had mostly been just him indirectly asking you to marry him all this time. He never really asked you what your opinion on marriage was... If you even wanted to get married either.

Imagine if you said you never wanted to get married? That would be... awkward.

"Is that your idea of a dream honeymoon?" He was fishing now. Sniffing around for hints on what your ideal honeymoon was.

If Jungkook had to guess, he would think you were more of a romantic, drifting down the canals of Venice in a gondola honeymoon destination type of person. Or a tropical, beach vibe, sun tanned skin type of honeymooner too. Which one could it be? He was hoping you would take the bait and tell him, "Just me and you. Hitting up every barbecue place in Seoul?" Jungkook followed behind you into the kitchen where you wandered into, arms sliding around your waist to tug you into a tight back hug.

You had a smile on your face as you strolled into Jungkook's condo, immediately making your way into the kitchen to inspect it. It was your first time here. All the other times Jungkook was in your city, you both always stayed at your house or wherever he was booked to be staying whether it was a fancy hotel or luxurious mansion.

It was your first time being in a space he had created on his own. Your apartment in Korea together had already been fully furnished with all your favorite things before you even moved in. But the place where Jungkook was staying now? In this condo? It was all his and you were eager to see that way he truly lived.

So far you noticed that it was impeccably clean inside. Spacious. Free of space that he could do anything he wanted with. Which was strange because the condo was... empty. His kitchen was quite simple. No dining furniture. Just a simple fridge, sink and stove. Not even a single piece of décor lined the countertop either.

It was different... but you liked it. It reflected the side of Jungkook you had grown to learn about. The simple part of him that wasn't just flashy cars and the spotlight, "Mm... I've always wanted to marry you." You said using a matter-of-fact tone, eyes rolling at his statement, "I thought you knew that."

Why was he acting like he didn't know that all you've dreamt about since you met him was being his wife? Idiot.

"You're still hoarding these things?" You questioned, eyes on the countertop of his kitchen that was lined with candle lighters, candles and other miscellaneous items, "And no, that's not my idea of a perfect honeymoon." You laughed, opening another drawer and peeking in to see that it was filled to the brim with instant noodle packets.

Of course, he would have a collection of instant ramyeon in his drawers. Classic Jungkook.

You were distracted with touring Jungkook's condo that you didn't notice his gaze on you. But oh, he was watching. And he was listening too, "...I guess my dream honeymoon would be somewhere that's wherever you are."

You wanted to cringe at your corniness but hey, if Jungkook truly wanted to know, why hide?

"ANYWAYS... What did you miss about me?" You quickly changed the subject to a new question as you opened another drawer, peeking in to see what other nonsense he had been hoarding in there.

Jungkook hummed in thought. Lips twisting to the side while he looked up at the ceiling, "Mm..." He purposely took his time, and you turned around to see what was taking him so long to answer. Earning himself an impatient smack to his shoulder from you because of his theatrics,

"I'm kidding." He started to laugh, throwing himself at you and knocking you forwards as he latched himself against your side, "I missed this." He nodded, nose pressing against your jaw while he snuggled himself against you, "I missed just... being with you. Seeing your face. Hearing your dorky laugh." He teased again which caused you to shove him hard away from you.

"I'm gonna be the one to leave now." You huffed, unsatisfied with his answer.

Jungkook didn't want to say that he missed literally breathing your air. 

Didn't want to admit that some nights he cried into his pillow because he missed you so much.

"I really did miss your laugh." He was more honest now, sensing your disappointment, "Missed the dad jokes Seokjin taught you. Missed your cooking." He approached you again, taking you back into his arms and cupping your cheeks within his broad hands to make you look up at him, "Missed your smile." He noted when a tiny smile began to perk up at the corners of your lips, "Missed this... the way you look at me." He nodded, eyes on your own, "Missed the way you would tell me you love me...." He leaned in, "...You haven't told me you love me once yet." He pouted lightly and you snuck your hands around his waist, fingers curling into the back of his shirt while you tiptoed up to meet his lips.

Finally happy with the answers he gave you, the smile creeping onto your lips now bloomed into a beam and you showed him how pleased you were with his honesty by leaning up and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before you spoke, "I love you, Kookie." You grinned more happily at him now before you bumped the drawer you had left open closed with your hip and turned around, eyes immediately landing on a picture Jungkook had posted on the fridge. "Hey... you kept this?" You questioned, a hand reaching up to touch the picture with a fond smile beginning to grow along your lips while you looked at the photo.

It was a polaroid picture of you, Jungkook and Bahm. Taken on a random day back in Korea. You remembered that time clearly. Bahm was restless and needed to go outdoors for some fresh air so the three of you went out for a late evening walk around your neighborhood. You and Kookie were bundled up in scarves and jackets because it was early into the winter and the weather had already grew cold. Bahm was in his cute winter jacket. The three of you roaming your neighborhood and enjoying a brisk night walk.

In the picture, the three of you were sitting on a bench at a park you had stumbled upon. You didn't plan on bringing your polaroid camera that night. The sudden thought coming into your head when you were on your way out the door made you grab it. But it was the best decision you made because here was this perfect picture stuck on your boyfriend's fridge. 

You looked like the happiest family. With Jungkook's arm around your shoulders. Lips kissing the side of your head. The adorable but clueless look on Bahm's face. And you with a smile across your lips and your body leaned into Jungkook's touch. 

You could feel the tug of your heartstrings as you looked at the photo. Jungkook was truly the most thoughtful and loving person you have ever met. Not only did he cherish the picture, but he kept it in a spot that he could look at every day. And here you were thinking that this was just a time he couldn't remember.

Are you kidding? Jungkook remembered the finest, smallest details about your life together so far. Even if he didn't show it. Even if he pretended he couldn't remember. Pretended he had no idea what you were recalling sometimes. Even if he acted that way because hearing you recount the memories made him happier to hear than him recalling them himself. He still remembered all the memories he had with you.

Like the times you tried to give big ol' Bahm a bath in your little bathtub only for the pup to run out in terror with soapy suds all over him and you chasing after him in equal terror. 

Or the (multiple) times Jungkook would wake up in the mornings to find that he fell asleep while working at his computer and you would be right next to him in your own chair after wheeling it next to his desk to sleep beside him just like that because you didn't want to wake him up nor did you want him to sleep alone.

Those were just some of the memories. Some of the moments in his life where Jungkook couldn't believe how incredibly thankful he was to have you. 

But he had other priorities in mind. Like finding out if you truly wanted to marry him.  

"Circling back to our honeymoon..." Jungkook grinned, "You meant that?" Jungkook asked as he leaned against a counter. 

He had his eyes on your back. Gaze roaming over your figure. Admiring your silhouette respectfully with eyes full of longing, "As long as we're together... you don't care what we do?"

It had been so long since he touched you. Really touched you. Hugging you in the airport or playing with your fingers at the restaurant was nothing. Nothing compared to how close Jungkook wanted to be with you right now, 

"You'd be fine with just touring every restaurant my city had to offer, huh? You didn't cross me as that type." Jungkook's lips twitched as a small smile began to form along his lips, clearly touched by your answer.

He pushed himself off the edge of the counter and joined you at the fridge while he questioned you, eyes glancing to the photo you had been looking at. The same picture that he admired every single day since he'd been here.

Sure, it was one of his favorite pictures of the two of you. But it was nothing in comparison to what he was standing before right now. Nothing could correlate to this moment. This moment right here when he wrapped his arms around your body from behind and encapsulated you against his chest. Feeling your warmth. Your softness. Your smell. Enjoying every inch of you that he could feel. Every part he had been aching to be reunited with.

He had his face pressed into the back of your head within seconds, nose brushing against the soft locks of your hair. Inhaling the scent of your shampoo that had once left him in a chokehold from how good you would smell.

Now, your scent was calming to him. It didn't lose the love potion effect it once had on him though. If anything, it had only increased. But in a calmer way. In a way that made him feel like everything wrong in his life would be better. 

Being around you had healing properties. And Jungkook was ready to take you in like you were the best medicine to heal his heart, body and mind. In essence this metaphor seemed like a semblance of your relationship. How hot and fiery it started out as. And now, with time, how much it had cooled.

It truly did not feel as if you both had been apart all this time. Jungkook wasn't sure what he had expected. Perhaps he thought you would jump and attack him the second you recognized him at the airport. I mean, after all, he did leave you despite your protests for over a month. 

He thought you would still be holding on to some sort of resentment. Some sort of anger. And if Jungkook had to be honest, he wanted you to. He wanted you to confront him and yell at him. To put him in his place. But... you didn't.

You were just your normal self. Was he in for an earful later? He had no idea.

"If you wanna go to all the barbecue places in Korea together, I'd be down." You glanced over your shoulder at Jungkook when his arms slid around your waist, "I mean... I would prefer some place warm though. With sand. And coconuts." You beamed at him, "Somewhere you could just relax and do nothing." You hummed, jumping up onto your tip toes to give him a quick peck on the lips before breaking free from his grasp to check out his living room.

"Wait-- before you go in there--" Jungkook tried to grab you before you disappeared into his living room, but it was too late.

Your foot landed on soft, cushiony material the moment you stepped into his lounge space. It was an unfamiliar feeling under your feet as you expected a nice hardwood floor or even a warm rug in its place. This was far from it. 

It felt Tempur-Pedic. Too firm and too soft to be a carpet. 

"What the--?" You glanced down at your feet and realized you were standing on top of a fucking mattress, "...Why do you have a mattress in the living room?" You slowly turned to look at your boyfriend with a raised brow who only seemed to smile wider in response to your question.

"To lie down on when I'm too tired to go to bed, duh." Jungkook looked at you as if you were speaking another language, "The couch is comfortable but something about laying on the floor hits different." He chuckled, eyes crinkling cutely with his smile.

Yeah, that's what he was about to prevent you from seeing. Having completely forgotten about the fact, that he had his living room floor lined with a nice, thick ass mattress for nights he was too drunk, tired or both to make it to his bed.

You looked at Jungkook with a blank expression on your face for a long moment. Trying to process the way your boyfriend's brain works. I guess... he was smart for thinking of that. 

You would have never guessed to do something like that. Maybe having a mattress in your living room would have prevented you from passing out on your bathroom floor the way you did a few nights ago. 

"That's... Not a bad idea. A little weird... but I get it." You started to laugh, head shaking in disbelief at your boyfriend's genius but not so genius ideas. He was surely a character though. You couldn't even blame him. That was such a typical Jungkook idea that it didn't even shock you,

"How about I show you somewhere better?" Jungkook's once adorkable smile was replaced with a more sinful grin spread wide across his lips, "I have a feeling you're going to love this room." He hummed playfully and grabbed you by the hand, fingers lacing with yours as he tugged you closer to him, 

"It has... Jet sprays..." He began to list, spinning you around so that he could guide you, "Heated floors. Just like back in Korea." He had his hands on top of your shoulders, giving them a nice, firm squeeze while starting to walk you towards the bathroom, "And..." He pressed a kissed to the back of your head, pausing once you both reached the large entryway to the washroom, his arms sliding back around your waist so that he could lean over and rest his chin against your shoulder,

"Ooo.. Sounds fancy." You listened to the grand details of the bathroom and melted into Jungkook's touch at the same time, almost groaning at the tension release you felt when he squeezed at your shoulder muscles, "Mm... I thought I was going to miss our heated floors." You mumbled out in satisfaction. Smiling stupidly to yourself while you allowed for your man to walk you to the bathroom, "And...?"  You questioned, letting Jungkook steer you closer to the doors until you were right outside of the large bathroom,

Jungkook nosed over the side of your neck, pressing a featherlike kiss against your skin before allowing his lips to drag upwards to the start of your jawline and then finally the shell of your ear. "And..." He said, with a triumphant smile when you shivered against his touch and used that moment to lean over and whisper into your ear,

"A towel warmer."

You gasped and pushed the doors to the bathroom open at once, "No way!" You almost broke out into a happy dance. Having dreamt of getting to use one of those towel warming contraptions. 

Ah yes, the glorious age of adulting. Where towel warmers and heated floors excited you. How perfect of a boyfriend could you have? And how perfect it was that you both happened to share the same brain cells. Always wanting the same things.

"Thank you!" You grinned at Jungkook, a hand at the center of his chest and giving him a gentle push back outside of the washroom doors the second he stepped inside, "I'm going to use this baby by myself." You beamed at him before he could protest, closing the door with a proud smile while Jungkook stood there with a pout across his face.

"She's so rude." Jungkook complained but couldn't help but smile when he heard you starting to sing to yourself while you tore your clothes off and started the shower.

...

You needed to take a long-deserved shower after traveling as far as you did. And thankfully, Jungkook let you take it alone today. You thought he would try to break into the washroom and join you, but he didn't. Thankfully, he caught the hint and figured that you needed some time alone.

Normally, he would shove himself into the shower with you at any chance he got. Sometimes purposely waiting for you to come home so he can shower with you. "Must be a Hyung thing." You would say to him. Referencing the fact that Jungkook used to share showers with his band members.

"Save water." You recalled him clapping back as he invaded your shower space, stealing the water from you as he bumped you to the side with his hip, "Hey, stob it. I made BigHit rich by showering with the guys." He would add as well to which you would stare in both shock and horror at how easily he could drop the fact that he would shower with his hyungs, "We all took one for the team." He would defend himself but all you could picture was seven naked men taking bubble baths together.

You also remembered the times Jungkook would recount the early days of his career in which he was so shy that he would wait until everyone was asleep in his dorm to shower. The thought of how things had changed in a matter of a decade made you smile. 

It's great that he became so close and so comfortable with his hyungs as time went on but damn, all you could imagine was 7 teammates sharing one single bathroom, kitchen and living in a tiny ass dorm. They truly started from the bottom and now here they were. Heated floors in their apartments. Towel warmers in the damn bathrooms.

They were finally living the dream. They deserved that much.

You didn't want to be alone in the shower today per se. After all, you loved showering with him. But you just knew the inevitable was coming. You could feel it. The tension between the two of you. Masking itself between your jokes and your giggles. You knew that beyond the simple touches there was a deeper longing behind them. After all... it had been a month.

It would be a lie to say you weren't eager to be with your boyfriend. Not necessarily be with him in a sexual way where people couldn't wait to put their hands on one another, but more in the way of wanting to feel him. 

You wanted to connect with him. Both physically and emotionally. To feel his energy. The strong Virgo Sun that made you feel whole again. And of course, that deep, helpless romantic Venus in Libra that never failed to make you feel loved and wanted.

Normal days you'd scrub yourself as quickly as you could in the shower before anything went down. But today you took your time. Washed your hair with some Jungkook smelling shampoo. Helped yourself to your man's favorite skincare products and even indulged in using a luxurious loofa over your body too.

You were in deep thought while you showered though. Thinking about everything. The journey you had. From the plane ride to the airport. To meet Jungkook in the airport so perfectly as if it was a fairy tale dream come true.

You didn't want to rush into anything tonight. You wanted to take your time with yourself. With Jungkook. You wanted to give each other all the energy and time you have been holding out waiting to have. Think of it like a gift. The term making love was kind of cringe when you thought of it. But it couldn't have been more beautiful and right term to describe what you wanted to do with him when the time became right.

You'll get your turn in a minute. All you had to do was finish your shower— which you were almost done with by the way.

...And then of course, use that towel dryer you've been dying to try.

...

You were both quiet once your head hit the pillow after showering. The two of you equally exhausted. You tried to fight the sleepiness. Laying on your back and forcing yourself to stare up at the ceiling. Tried to shake the tiredness off while you peeked at Jungkook who was laid on his side facing you. 

His eyes were closed. Lips formed into a pout while his cheek smushed into his pillow. He looked so peaceful, and you couldn't help but slide closer to him until you had an arm wrapped snug around his waist.

You laid there quietly with him. Taking a minute to admire your boyfriend. Eyes on the little dots in the form of beauty marks decorating his skin. The blush pinkness of his lips. The cute furrow of his brow. The squish of his cheek pressed against his pillow. The soft curtain of his fringe brushed over his forehead. It was worth noting that Jungkook's pretty, boyish charm didn't seem to have faded in the time you've been apart. He still looked like your Koo.

He had changed out of the outfit he wore earlier. Opting to lounge in the apartment wearing nothing but a pair of cute, Marvel character pajamas. 

"I missed you, JK." You whispered to him, fingers reaching up to delicately brush the bangs away from his face to lean in and press a gentle kiss against his forehead.

Jungkook was quiet for a long moment while you ogled him. You thought he was asleep but in reality, he was deep in thought. Thinking about everything all at once. Thinking about his plans for the next few days. Things he needed to complete. Thinking about the surprises he had for you. 

The proposal was just one of those surprises. He had a few more tricks up his sleeves...

And speaking of sleeve... you should probably take a closer look at Jungkook's arm when you have a chance. There was something hidden amongst the artwork just for you.

Should he show you his new tattoo? Would you think he was crazy? Maybe he was better off in letting you find it yourself. 

He knew you would catch it anyways. Especially from the way you would stare at him from time to time. There was no way you would miss Jungkook's new tattoo. How could you not spot a tattoo dedicated to you on his skin? We'll find out later.

"Mm?" He hummed in question when you spoke, his eyes fluttering sleepily. For the first time in a month, Jungkook felt tired. Feeling his eyes start to heavy with sleep as he nestled into the bed under him.

He focused on controlling his breathing and heartbeat at the same time. Not wanting you to catch the way his heart would spike in rhythm every time you were around him. Despite Jungkook's nerves running high, he felt calm though. Relaxed. A feeling he hadn't experienced since the moment he landed in your city,

"I missed you too, mama." He whispered back, keeping his eyes closed while a strong arm extended towards you to pull your body closer to him as he rolled onto his back. Allowing for you to now rest your head on top of his chest, "Baby, I'm sorry I left." He apologized with a soft sigh, "I'm sorry I did that to you." He murmured to you, eyes opening briefly to peek down at you resting against his broad chest.

You stayed silent when he apologized. Feeling your stomach twist and churn as you debated whether to tell him how you felt or not.

In the past you were quick to dismiss things when you and your exes had arguments. Feeling as though there was no point in fighting over things that didn't matter. Perhaps that was a reason your past relationships didn't work out. Neither party ever fought for what they wanted. If your partner wanted to leave, you let them. None of you ever felt the need to work things out. You didn't want to be bothered during that time. Didn't want to try. You didn't have a reason to fight back then. But now, you did. 

Jungkook was worth trying for.

There was no way in hell you were ever going to let something like this happen again. No way on this planet would you let Jungkook leave your side like that. If you had to sew yourself to his hip, you would do it.

"Just... Don't leave me like that ever again." You muttered from against Jungkook's chest, "I won't let you do that." You sighed, arms tightening around his waist as if you were afraid he would disappear again.

Part of you felt that if pushed to the edge one more, Jungkook would in fact leave. You didn't want that to happen. And you were prepared to go to all lengths to stop him if something like that ever occurred again. 

What a nightmare this had all been. If you closed your eyes, you could feel yourself reliving that shitty day all over. The fighting. The disagreements. The stupid fucking NDAs.

The voice of Jungkook's mother echoed the most in your head these days. Her wishes were for you to follow what Jungkook wanted to do stayed permanent in your mind. You didn't hate her for her opinion. Disagree with it? Sure. But... Maybe she was right. Maybe going public was the right thing to do. 

On the other hand, your freedom was at stake. Your life. Everything would change. And to be honest, you weren't big on change anymore. You wanted things to stay just the way they were. Just like this.

"I won't."

"I'm serious." You answered Jungkook quickly although you could feel your voice quiver when you spoke, "If you wanna fight. Fine. We can fight it out. But you can't do that anymore, J.K... you can't walk away." You trailed off, feeling tears prick your eyes.

You couldn't help but want to cry. Not because you were sad, of course. You were ecstatic to be with him again. But as happy as you were to finally be reunited with Jungkook, you couldn't help but feel deep down in your bones that something worse was bound to come.

With the more popular Bangtan became, the more their privacy and safety was compromised. Thinking you wouldn't be included in that wasn't very smart of you because now here you were... stuck in the middle.

Although you loved and cherished Jungkook more than anything in this entire world, his safety was important to you. You had to protect him. To protect both of you.

You had to sign the NDAs whether Jungkook liked it or not.

"I..." Jungkook started to speak but stopped, feeling his jaw locking in place as he thought about what he wanted to say next, "We..." He began again, "We're a team. Me and you." He nodded more to himself than you, "Just like me and my hyungs." Jungkook confirmed, "We do everything together. I don't know why I ever thought I could do this alone." He sighed out, shaking his head, "This month has been the hardest without you. I realized that the second I came here alone. Nothing felt fun. Food didn't even taste good." He snorted as he thought back to how inconsistent his diet had been this entire month,

Listening to Jungkook speak made you feel less crazy because here you were thinking you were the only person that felt lost without him. You were thankful for the fact that Jungkook felt the same way you did. Grateful to know that the feelings you felt were reciprocated, 

"Me too... Seokjin had to spoon feed me somedays." You exhaled, nose rubbing over the front of Jungkook's shirt to inhale the sweet scent of his clothing, "I was lucky enough to have your bros to take care of me. I can't imagine how you were doing on your own."

"I threw myself into work. Finished projects I had put on hold." Jungkook smiled, recalling the elaborate proposal he was planninig for you and oh, let's not forget his concert and collaboration either. 

His smile drooped a bit when he also thought back to the lonely nights he had. The nights he would come home only to want to leave right away because the apartment felt so weird and strange to be in without someone else there, "I did all of that... Only to realize I still felt empty." Jungkook rubbed over your back, lips pressing together tight while his gaze trailed off to the side of his bedroom where his closet was, "I don't wanna be without you either..." He had his eyes on his closet, knowing that behind those doors laid your engagement ring sitting nice and hidden between his belongings.

Jungkook had a month to think about things. Think about where he wanted to go with his future. He knew for sure, he wanted to be with BTS for the rest of his life. That was a given. And he was also sure as hell that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you too. 

Would that be possible if he was putting you in a spotlight that you were not ready to be in? Was it selfish of him to want to rebel against the agency that has been good to him all these years? It's not like he didn't want to sign the NDAs anyways. He was just uncomfortable with the idea of not being transparent with the people he cared about. But at the same time, he had to respect you too.

And so, Jungkook decided that he would sign the agreements. Keeping in mind what Bang P.D said, "It won't be like this forever."

He would trust his president's words. Trust him because he's never let him down yet.

"You think I'm crazy for having basically nothing in this place." Jungkook started to laugh, "You know why?" He glanced down at you to see that you had your eyes on him and he smiled, letting out a small scoff in disbelief over himself, "The reason why I haven't bought any decoration or proper furniture for this apartment is because.... It didn't feel like home." 

For some reason, Jungkook could feel his eyes start to water. The thought of ever losing you hit him like a train. Making him so riddled with sadness that he too wanted to cry, "Now it feels like home." He finally laughed, a tear escaping his eye, "You make home feel like home." Jungkook took a breath, reaching up with a finger to brush the tear away.

"Hey..." You had your head perked up the second you heard the small crack in Jungkook's voice when he spoke and you could swear you were about to burst out crying if this man even shed a single tear, "Kookie..." You shook your head, "You're going to make me cry. Stop it." You pleaded, knowing that you were already on the verge of tears yourself. "I'm here now. So don't worry." You nodded, almost flinging yourself at Jungkook to comfort him when he sniffled.

Not to be dramatic, but you would rather be dragged face first, open mouthed through dirt and gravel than see or make Jungkook cry.

After a long silence, Jungkook inhaled a small breath before he finally spoke, "I'm going to sign the NDAs." He announced with a sniff. His lips pressing together while he swallowed, his adorable dimples caressing his cheeks while he took a pause, "I'll do it for you." He breathed out coolly from his lips, the tip of his nose blushing with a rosiness as he gazed down at you with tears still brimmed in his eyes, "It'll be for the best." He tried to smile, knowing deep down this wasn't want he wanted to do. But also knowing this was going to keep you safe.

Although you wanted to breathe a sigh of relief when he agreed to sign the papers, a strange sense of guilt began to gnaw at you. 

You knew this wasn't what he wanted. You knew that he was only saying this because he wanted to make you happy. But... it didn't make you happy. It made you upset. Upset because the two of you were put in such a shitty position for no reason. And even though you wanted to sit here and worry over what you should and shouldn't do, there was no point. Especially since Jungkook ripped up the papers anyways. Even if he wanted to sign them right then and now, they weren't even here.

"Let's..." Slowly sitting up, you carefully rolled over so that you were sat comfortably on top of your boyfriend, making yourself comfortable on his lap as you gazed down at him, "Let's talk about that when we're back home, okay?" You began to nod, shaking your head dismissively when Jungkook tried to protest, "We're not here to discuss that. Mr. Bang gave us some time. No one's holding the NDA over your head either. Let's not worry about it for now."

You were right. There wasn't a deadline on when you needed to sign the agreements. Mr. Bang didn't cross you as the type that would hold you hostage until you signed them anyways. And Bang P.D didn't know that Jungkook ripped up the notices either. Maybe it wasn't a bad idea that he ripped them. It was going to buy you some time until you went back to Korea.

You nodded sternly, "Got it?" You tilted your head, eyes resting on Jungkook's delicate looking cherry-colored lips. Then moving to his adorable nose and then finally those chocolate covered eyes of his, "We came back to enjoy ourselves before your concert. So, let's do that." You smiled at Jungkook who began to relax more, a soft, gentle smile starting to bloom along his lips while he looked at you, "You trust me, don't you?"

Jungkook took a second to answer. Forcing himself to inhale a deep, shaky breath to calm himself down before he nodded, "I trust you." He responded instantaneously and you smiled triumphantly, your eyes stuck to each other's in a way that made the world stop.

You were lost in his stare. Feeling completely mesmerized by the sight of Jungkook. With the sun setting over the horizon, the golden rays of light dimmed the bedroom. Cascading off Jungkook's gorgeously tanned skin. Bouncing off the brown locks of his hair that laid in soft waves on top of the pillow under his head.

It was golden hour. And here was your golden boyfriend. Laying here in all his glory. Just for you. 

You truly did not mind it in the slightest if you had to stay here forever with him. He was so gorgeous. With his broad chest puffing out all the way to his precious bunny smile. His cute teeth poked out while he nibbled over his lower lip. The dangerously attractive lip piercing glistening along the corner of his mouth. He was truly molded by angels.

"Kiss me." Jungkook whispered, his senses awakening when the scent of the clean scented lotion you were wearing wafted to his nose. He tilted his head up when you leaned down to him without hesitation, gentle fingertips creeping up your leg and then slowly sliding around your waist, a hand at the small of your back while the other rested over your thigh, giving your skin an encouraging squeeze.

Feeling your eyes get heavier the closer you came to each other, you placed your hands over his cheeks, pulling his face towards you and allowing him to press his lips onto yours. You let out a soft moan of satisfaction. Feeling every pulse point in your body throb wildly as if you were coming back to life after an eternity of sleep. You wasted no time kissing him. Lips pressing a few soft pecks against his until Jungkook captured your mouth with his again, your lips now molding together in perfect unison.

You relished the feeling while Jungkook took his time to kiss you. His chiseled jaw was cupped by your fingers. Allowing you to get a feel at how strong and angular it was. His freehand was at your waist, a finger hooking shamelessly around the waistband of your panties. 

Your own fingers found their way to Jungkook's hair that had grown out considerably now. Tugging the soft locks nestled at the top of his head. Burying your hand into the bouncy hair while you let him drink you up with his mouth.

Soon enough, you both let out a small groan when your tongues touched while you kissed. Tasting each other for the first time in a month. The split second of your lips parting gave Jungkook the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. You welcomed him by following his lead and could feel your back arching into his touch the moment your boyfriend and you connected that way. 

The feeling was electric, and you both had to have more. Feeling the desperation between the two of you becoming increasingly overwhelming as the seconds ticked by.

"God, I missed you." Jungkook finally exhaled when he broke the kiss, his nose brushing yours while his hands ran down your body. He meant every word he said and you could feel how much he missed you from the way he sounded alone, "I figured out what you are to me, you know."

"What do you mean?" You questioned, feeling his strong hands start to roam along your body. You tried not to shiver. Tried to look indifferent to his touch. But it was of no use and you couldn't help but feel your skin start to prick with heat.

His fingertips were at the front of your shirt now and he brushed them down the front of your neck while he looked into your eyes. Silently pleading with you for more. He was touched starved. Begging to have some contact with you. You let him, of course. Let him trail his fingertips over the skin on your neck. Making their way between your chest where your shirt hung low.

"You're my yellow." Jungkook breathed out quietly, fingers barely hovering over the middle of your chest, he touched the middle of your chest right where your heart was and you swore your heart began to beat even harder against his touch, "The person that makes me the happiest."

You couldn't help the smile crossing your features and you nodded in agreement, straddling Jungkook's waist while he slowly sat up with you in his arms, "I'm your yellow." You confirmed, arms wrapping snug around his neck while you leaned in for another chaste kiss,

He hummed against your lips when you leaned back in to connect your lips with his again. He kissed you back once more. Eyes fluttering closed while he slowly lifted the hem of your shirt, helping you out of it and tossing it to the end of the bed while nipping lightly against your lower lip as he spoke,

"I love you."

"I love you more." You mumbled back to him, arms raising so that Jungkook could tug the t-shirt you were wearing off with ease.

"Don't start a debate that you won't win." Jungkook's smile couldn't be hidden anymore and so, he embraced it. His lips spreading into the happiest grin, "You know I love you the most." Now that you had your shirt off, Jungkook was able to marvel at every inch of you that his eyes could wander to. His fingertips eagerly reaching out to brush over your shoulder, then your collar and finally lightly over one of your breasts.

You didn't need him to touch you fully for the electricity to flow through you. It always felt as though your body had been engulfed in fire whenever Jungkook was around you. But when he touched you. It felt cold. The tips of his fingers feeling icy to the touch as he helped you out of your shirt. You heard the faint noise of the shirt plopping onto the bed but you ignored it anyways, too consumed with Jungkook to even care where your clothes disappeared to,

Sitting there on his lap in just your underwear, you no longer felt the shyness wash over you of having to be naked in front of your boyfriend the way it once did before. You lived together. Did everything together. 

Jungkook had truly seen you on your worst days and loved you through them all. And judging by the way he was looking at you right now. Eyes dark. Lidded. Full of desire. How could you not feel like the only girl in the world when he looked at you like this? How could you not feel the ache starting to grow between your thighs when he made you feel like this?

"Touch me more." You took his hands in yours when you sat up a bit, guiding the tips of Jungkook's fingers to brush along your waist. 

He didn't say no. In fact, he didn't say a single thing at all. Allowing you to take the lead and let him touch your skin, leaving a trail of coolness along your burning flesh. He felt how soft you were. How warm you were. Savored the way your skin felt under his fingers. And you let him. You let his hands roam where they pleased. Allowed him to feel over any part of you he was missing.

Fuck, you both had no clue how you managed to survive a whole month without this.

Your eyes were lidded when he touched you. Enjoying the familiarity of Jungkook's careful hands roaming free along your body. Gentle palms running up your stomach to your breasts, cupping and giving them a squeeze that made you hum in delight and then he continued to touch you. Hands running down your arms then eager fingers grabbing at your waist, tugging you close in proximity to him as if there was any space left to begin with. Your chest was pressed against his. The softness of your skin glued to his body.

The contact burned. The thrill. The anticipation. It all felt like fire.

Pressing his face against your chest, he kissed at your skin. Leaving soft, light pecks over the curve of your breasts then your shoulder and finally over your heart, his lips dragging from your chest to the front of your throat when your head tipped back, his teeth gently biting into your skin and nibbling over the skin as he spoke, 

"I missed you so much." He said again and this time it sounded deep with meaning, pulling his head back to look at you, his forehead pressing against yours while he closed his eyes, "It was so fuckin' bad."

You had your hand in the back of his hair now. Playing with the silky waves of hair. Feeling over the texture of each shaggy layer of hair. Fingers wrapping around the soft locks along the nape of his neck and giving them a light pull as Jungkook pressed kiss after kiss along your skin, 

"I missed you too." You closed your eyes when you spoke, one hand sliding down to Jungkook's back, trying to press him against you more but he began to move instead, arms enveloping you against him and slowly rolling you both over so that your back hit the mattress of the bed with a gentle thump.

Jungkook only took a second to look at you while he worked the buttons of his shirt open. He wasn't going to chance anything in taking his shirt completely off though. His new tattoo was under there. Next thing you knew, you saw the artwork and got mad at him for it. He couldn't imagine you ever doing that but you never know. 

He chose to leave his pajama shirt unbuttoned instead. Giving you an all access view of his insanely toned abdomen... Which you weren't mad about in the slightest. You didn't seem to notice him not choosing to take his shirt off while your eyes wandered over his form anyways. 

His own gaze was glued to the perfect silhouette that you were too. First on your face. Noticing the bruise you had under eye from Sora vanished almost completely. His eyes then fell to your hair. Admiring the way it contrasted against the pillow you laid your head on top of. Then it was the cute purse of your lips. Next, his eyes trailed further. Further until he was finding himself falling in love with you all over again. Falling in love with your skin. Your perfect imperfections. Everything. But it was a second too long as his intense stare made you feel overwhelmed,

"Stop staring." Your cheeks flushed as you called him out but Jungkook only smiled, hands resting on top of your knees only to push them apart slowly. He leaned down to you now, lips ghosting over your own. Ghosting over your chin and then trailing slowly downwards. 

You could only hold your breath at this point when you felt his lips tracing lower. Landing at your breast again. Tongue dragging over your nipple. Circling over the sensitivity and then sucking it into his mouth. Making your body involuntarily arch upwards to feel more. To feel more of his mouth. To feel more of him.

Sucking in a sharp breath of air and holding it until your lungs burned, you felt Jungkook slowly start to leave kisses down your abdomen. Making sure he gave some attention of every inch of your body that he could reach with his mouth while he lowered himself to lay down between your thighs.

You had the instinct to close your legs immediately when he looked at you from the angle he was in. But your body said otherwise. 

Your body was aching. Throbbing. Dying to be touched... in any way. 

You needed this. Deserved it. You waited a month for it. And if you had to wait any longer, you would surely combust. So, you reached down and cupped Jungkook's cheek instead of shying away from him, giving his skin a gentle caress before you reached to your underwear and pulled it to the side yourself.

Jungkook only smiled at you when you pulled your panties to the side for him, his lips planting against your inner thigh as a thank you before he took the soft, cottony material between his fingers and pulled them away on his own, 

"You keep telling me to stop staring like I'm gonna listen." He whispered against your skin, teeth digging lightly into the flesh along your inner thigh.

You sighed out softly in response, "Shut up." Your laugh was airy when you exhaled, allowing for yourself to relax to Jungkook's touch. You had a hand already buried deep within his already messy hair. Fingers tugging on the locks and letting them curl into your fist before you squeaked quietly when Jungkook bit you, 

"Oh! Be gentle." You exhaled with a laugh, your skin lining with goosebumps, "Oh..." The tone of your voice dropping when you earned yourself another bite against your skin. This time softer. Teeth nipping over your flesh and dragging along it before feeling Jungkook's lips start to press small kisses against your thigh. Slowly. Teasingly.

He didn't mean to move so slowly. He just wanted to savor the moment. Savor the feel of your skin on his teeth, lips and tongue... with a smile on his face the whole time too. 

He was just happy. Happy to get a chance to devour you after so long. And boy, he did. Wasting no more time and diving in. Lips and tongue on your clit. Kissing on the sensitive skin first then lapping at it. Slowly tracing his tongue around your flesh in a signature way only he could do and then doing it all over again. Repeating the notion. Moving at the same languid pace.

He was good at it too. Good at keeping the same exact tempo. So good. Never faltering. Never switching up. He knew what you liked. And everything Jungkook did made your body react to him in all the best ways. Sending you into a melted pile of ecstasy on the bed under you.

Once propped up on your elbows, you were now laying down with your back arching off the bed. You had your hands stuck in his hair. Pulling. Yanking. Tugging on the locks. Pushing at the back of his head at the same time. Pressing his face deeper into you. Grinding yourself over his mouth. His nose. His tongue.

You wanted to cry from how good it felt. To tell him how fucking perfect he was. How good everything he was doing felt. But you couldn't do any of that. You couldn't even form a coherent sentence. The only things spilling from your mouth were moans. Plenty of them. Filling the room with sounds only Jungkook could make you do.

You couldn't do anything except... feel. And when he pulled his head back for a split second to suck over his finger, you knew you were done for. You knew it was over when you peeked down at him. Getting a look at his hair falling in a messy wave over his eyes. The gloss on his lips from... you know. And his index finger in his mouth. Sucking over it. Coating it with his saliva because even though you were wet already, your boyfriend loved it when you were soaking.

Dipping back down between your legs, he used the same finger that was in his mouth to push it against your entrance. The tip of his tongue trailed idly along your lips and clit then he made his way to press his mouth against the skin along your inner thigh while your hands fisted into the sheets below your body while you braced yourself in anticipation,

"Fuck." You breathed, head tipping back so that you could curse at the heavens when you felt his finger pushing into you. You could feel your walls closing around his finger. Squeezing down on it for a second as he pushed it into you and then you relaxed. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself from the near overwhelming feeling of just his finger inside of you. You didn't even want to imagine how it would feel when he's dicking you down next.

As skillful as ever, your boyfriend had his mouth on top of your pulsating clit while he fingered you. His tongue drawing perfect figure eights on the sensitive skin at the same time his finger moved in and out of you. 

The noises that were coming out of your mouth and the wet sounds from your body left your cheeks burning with blush. How fast you managed to get dripping wet was beyond words and you didn't think Jungkook needed an explanation as to why you were dripping in the first place. One month without him had you more drenched than Niagara Falls.

And just like that, you could feel yourself coming close. It felt like a ticking time bomb. And Jungkook didn't make it easy for you either. He knew the right flow. Not too hard. Not too fast. Let you grind over his face when you wanted more pressure. Let you grab his hair and guide him too. Adding that finger and mouth combo did it for you perfectly too and soon enough, the clock started the countdown.

"Holy fuck..." You began to breathe harder, and the blood was flowing now. Pleasure and adrenaline coursing through your veins. Tick. Tick. Tick... Your jaw clenched, body tensed and soon enough the bomb that was your orgasm exploded. 

3... 2... 1. And then you were almost screaming next. Tears filled your eyes, making your vision disappear into white when your eyes closed.

Your senses felt as if you were high when you finally hit your orgasm. Your body floated to another plane and landed onto the softest cloud, making you fully awake and exhausted all at the same time. You could feel your entire existence flaming. Your whines, moans and cries filled the room. Making the prettiest music to Jungkook's ears as you let him give you one of the best feelings you've ever experienced in your life.

The wave of pleasure shocked you so hard that you felt your lungs go out of air. Your breathing stuttered. Nails dug deep into the palm of your own hand because you got so lost in the moment that one of your hands balled into a tight fist, 

"Fuck." Was all you could say when you finally came down from the high, but Jungkook didn't even give you a second to recover.

He had you pushed back down onto the bed before you had the chance to sit up. Making you lay on your back with his freehand at your throat. Fingers curling under your jaw, squeezing lightly against your pulse points and making your breathing falter for just a second before he crashed his lips against yours, his body lowering against you and pinning you down onto the bed with his strength alone. Your lips moved feverishly against each other's while you tugged him closer to you by his waist.

Your thighs trapped him against you and Jungkook grunted in response to your actions making the hard, painful erection in his pajama pants press up against you while you kissed. You had a hand against his back, nails in his skin while you kept him pressed close to you as he started to rock his hips. Shamelessly grinding his cock against you. Trying to get some sort of friction while he licked into your mouth to allow you to taste yourself off his tongue.

"Mm... Fuck." You cursed into Jungkook's mouth, hands gripping onto his waist while you pressed him deeper against you before his hips came to a halt and he pulled away from you, leaving you breathless, wetter than ever before and desperate to get his cock inside of you,

Jungkook was winded himself and full of adrenaline. Stamina was a better word to call it. And ooh, you were in for a long night. You could tell by the way his chest rose and fell with every breath he took. His skin was flushed. Looking like he was smoked out and high as a kite. But nah, he wasn't high like that, 

"Come here." He beckoned you over with a hum, hungry eyes resting longingly on your body splayed on the bed...  Never mind. He was high. High on something else.

And then when he called you over from the end of the bed where he was standing. A hand resting over the waistband of his pants, thumb tucked into it to pull it down just enough for you to catch a delicious view of his v-line... you've never moved faster than ever before. Crawling over to him and perching yourself onto your knees in front of Jungkook while he cupped your chin with one hand and leaned down to you, lips ghosting over your own before he pressed his lips against yours and kissed you while he pushed his pants down with his freehand.

With almost too perfect timing, you pulled away from Jungkook's lips the moment his cock came out of his boxers, "Oh." You smiled even brighter, watching him kick his garments away while you leaned down onto the bed and waited, back arching happily as you got face to face with your boyfriend's length when he faced you again.

You had your hands gripping onto the sheets in front of you, gazing up onto his face with an expectant look in your eyes and a smile across your lips, mouth opening without needing a command and taking him into your mouth. Lips wrapping around the head of his cock and a muffled moan escaping your throat from the sheer happiness of the act.

"Ah, damn." Jungkook tipped his head back, lips pressing together tight, "Fuck." He breathed out, jaw clenching tight while his eyes closed, "Shit." He cursed again, sucking in another sharp breath before he was reaching down to your hair, weaving his fingers through the locks and smoothing them away from your eyes so that he could gaze down at your face, "Look at me." He whispered, "Good girl." He quirked a small smile when you met his eyes,

You had your tongue tracing patterns along the curve of his cock at first, trailing over the veins. Feeling them pulsate against your tongue, And then you were wrapping your lips around the head of him again. Taking more of his length in your mouth while your fingers dug deep into the bed to hold yourself in place as Jungkook buried his hands into your hair. He had a hand at the back of your head. Keeping you from moving. Making sure you didn't get distracted by anything else that wasn't this moment right here.

Your lidded eyes glanced up at Jungkook's insanely chiseled face at his command. Boy, even from this angle he looked fucking good. It was crazy. 

You kept your eyes on him like he wanted. Your head bobbing on his length at your own pace. Which you enjoyed. You liked it when Jungkook let you do whatever you wanted to him. Appreciative of the fact that your man wanted you to enjoy yourself no matter what you were doing. 

You enjoyed eye contact with him for as long as you could... until you gagged and that's when Jungkook pulled away, knowing that just a bit longer, and he would be releasing down your throat anyways.

"Lay down." He ordered and you happily obliged, almost launching yourself onto the bed from how quick you moved from being on your knees.

Trying to pull your own underwear down, your hands shook with anticipation. It had been too long and if you had to be honest, the excitement had grown into desperation. So much so that you were fumbling with your panties.

Luckily and thankfully, Jungkook was already on the bed with you. Strong hands taking over and grabbing the hems of the material, "I'm all over the place. I'm sorry." You whispered out of breath while Jungkook simply chuckled,

"Glad I'm not the only one that's been missing this." He added with a smile, tugging the garments down and off one foot before you were impatiently tugging him closer to you. Uncaring if your panties came off from around your other ankle because you knew it would be kicked off your feet to the floor eventually anyways.

And that feeling of the weight of your boyfriend's muscular body when he got on top of you and fit himself between your thighs was truly one of the best things you've ever experienced. Would you ever get used to it? No. Never. You could feel every rigid part of him. E

ven if he didn't let you rip his shirt off the way you wanted to... You didn't seem to care much as you could feel everything you needed to anyways. Like his back muscles when your nails were in his shirt. His biceps when you gripped onto his arms. And his trap muscles when your hands finally landed on top of his shoulders to hold onto him when he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss against your lips. 

You kissed him back, of course. Legs spreading wider and your body getting comfortable on the bed. Teeth trapping his lower lip between your own when you felt the tip of his cock pressing up against your entrance. You tensed for a moment at the feeling and then you let out a soft whine into his mouth, squeezing at his shoulders that you had been clinging to. Silently giving him the okay to push into you, 

"Just go slow." You whispered, eyes fluttering open to look at your boyfriend, pushing yourself up so that you were resting on your elbows in effort to see his length sliding into you.

He listened. Knowing how to read your mind and body language without you needing to tell him anything and so, he pulled back a bit. Hands gliding down to your hips. Resting a hand at your waist, "Slow." Jungkook nodded, giving your skin a comforting squeeze before he took his cock in his hand and started to push himself into you.

You watched with parted lips. Watched the head of his length disappear into you with one easy push. But then the girth of his cock followed right after, and the sensation of it knocked the wind out of your lungs at once. Your eyes squeezing shut when the split second of pain shot up your back. An involuntary whimper left your lips, elbows collapsing when your arms gave out, forcing you to lay back.

Jungkook leaned down to you, "Just focus on me." He assured you, a hand reaching up to move your hair from your face, "Okay?" He pressed a soothing kiss against your cheek, then his face fell into the crook of your neck and shoulder.

"I'm focusing." You breathed a soft laugh, "I'm okay." Your voice shook despite your words, forehead pressing against his shoulder and your hands moving to his back, holding him against you while you adjusted to the feeling of him inside of you. You cursed breathlessly. Feeling a shockwave of pleasure flip deep within your stomach when he filled you up entirely. The feeling was too good for words.

And then he started to thrust. First slowly. Taking his time. Moving languid. Lazily. Filling you up and then pulling out halfway just to push all the way back into you again. The pace of his thrusts made the wet noises your body had created sound even louder. Jungkook thought it was the sexiest thing he's ever heard. And if this was any other day, you'd be red with embarrassment but today, you couldn't care less. Today, it was the sexiest thing you've heard too.

You couldn't even think. Couldn't speak. All you could do was dig your nails deep into Jungkook's back and hold on. Hold on while he pressed you down into the bed. Hold on while he planted his palms down onto either side of you and fisted his hands into the mattress, using the support to strengthen his thrusts. The thrusts became faster as his stamina began to build, making the headboard of the bed hit the wall once in a second of getting carried away.

You gasped at the loudness of the bed hitting the wall, "Careful." You said between a moan, reaching up to hold onto the top of the headboard in an effort to keep it from doing the same notion again.

Back home in Korea, you wouldn't care. You had a penthouse floor to yourself. But here? Jungkook had neighbors. People who didn't even know this man lived here.

This was the longest he had been staying at this condo, and he wasn't even sure if his neighbors knew of his existence. Better not make them to know anyways. Keep the noise at a minimum. It sucked though. You had always enjoyed being able to make all the noise you wanted. However, the thought of an angry neighbor storming to your door over furniture banging on the wall had you gripping the headboard tight to ensure no more noises were made.

And when you found your voice again, you begged him to love you harder. Just a bit more. He was doing so good anyways. You didn't want to hurt. You wanted to ache. There was a difference. You wanted to limp. To feel the burn in your thighs. To feel the soreness in your stomach from clenching the muscles in your abdomen so tight. You wanted a silent reminder of how good your night was, and he gave it to you over and over again,

"Holy shit." You cried into your man's ear, your teeth latching onto one of the little hoop earrings that dangled from each piercing, "Keep going. You're so good." Was really all you could say, "So fucking good." You corrected yourself. Adding a swear word was always necessary. You had to emphasize how incredible you felt. How amazing he made you feel.

"Shit." Jungkook breathed out, his head flopping down to your shoulder. His jaw was locked. Brows were furrowed, lips kissing at your chest. Your neck. Any part of you that he could reach with his mouth, "Fuck. I missed this." He confessed with a pleasured sigh. Every single nerve and fiber in his body flipped on like a light switch from the feeling of being inside of you. "I love you." Jungkook whispered breathlessly, lips finding your own and reeling you in for a passionate kiss.

You gasped softly into his mouth, "I love you too, baby." You wanted to cry but you settled to kiss him back instead, your lips moving together in perfect symphony. Bodies pressed together. Hands lost along the back of Jungkook's shirt. Frozen in time. Frozen in bliss. The way he made you feel was like none other.

Soon enough, you were moaning louder. Eyes closed peacefully, fingers relaxing and your body succumbing to Jungkook completely. He made you feel like water. Like air. Every season. Every element. All at once. And only Jungkook had the ability to do that. 

No one could make you feel as good as him. He made orgasms so easy to have. Hitting all the spots and more without even making you touch yourself to get there. Without even thinking, you were hitting your second orgasm. Crying into the palm of your hand. Sweat making your hair stick to your forehead. Mouth going dry. Chest heaving for air.

You thought you died... Thought you came back to life.

See, it wasn't even the notion of sex that made you feel this good. It was the connection. The feeling of your nerve endings bursting with electricity. The excitement. The desire. The desperation. Jungkook made you feel it all. Jungkook made you feel whole. So wanted. He did a pretty damn good job at making you feel good without sex. But this intimate connection you shared together was special. The easy act of loving each other in the closest way, made it easy to orgasm... Made it simple to feel.

It was also the way Jungkook took care of you through your orgasm that made it all feel worthwhile. He knew the way your body worked by now. Knew that he just needed to let your body work itself through the pleasure. He didn't overstimulate you. Didn't distract you from the feeling. He was patient. Loving. Letting you devour his lips with your own. Letting your nails dig into the skin along his chest. Nails scraping down the flesh. Leaving a trail of fire behind the marks you etched into his skin.

Your thighs tightened around his waist. Walls clenched around his dick. Tight enough to almost throw him over the edge himself. But he kept still. Pressed soothing kisses against your forehead when you started to calm down. Smoothed your hair away. And then he was back at it again under your command. Cursing and swearing under his breath at the new found wetness from your orgasm welcoming his length as it pushed into you once again.

After you came down from your own high, it only took a few more strokes. A few more pumps and then the rhythm of Jungkook's thrusts started to go off key. He was barely hanging on before. Knowing that his own release was imminent, and it hardly even been that long.

Actually, it had been long. Time just seemed to buzz by quickly when he was with you. But that's what good pussy does to you. It has you thinking of all the ways you could spend your fortune on them. Have you thinking of baby names. Of putting a ring on it.

You had Jungkook thinking of all the things he never thought he would do.

And just like you, Jungkook was so infatuated with the proximity of being with you. So bewitched by the thoughts of his past, present and future with you that he truly wished he could be even closer to you. If he could be under your skin... closer than you've ever been... You'd be closer than you've ever been. 

He wished he could make the moment last. But he knew there would always be more times like this. More days where he could do nothing than just be with you.

His lips found yours when he felt himself about to release. Eyes closing while he crossed to a seventh heaven. He whimpered into your mouth from the pure elation coursing through his veins. Shameless noises left his lips. Noises he would never make with anyone else. 

He would rather die before having sex with another person again and that was the truth. He wanted to be bound to you. That was the last thought that left Jungkook's mind as he finally came. Releasing what felt like his first nut of the month into you and giving you a long awaited creampie.

A few minutes after a mind-blowing orgasm, the two of you were still catching your breaths. There was a comforting silence between the two of you. Both of you sharing exhausted breaths and lazy kisses until Jungkook shifted from on top of you, 

"Wait." You mumbled lazily as he made a move to get off you, "It feels good." You said with a small, tired smile forming along your lips, fingers reaching up to fix his tousled hair, "You feel good." You relished in the feeling of his cock still inside of you. Still throbbing. Still hard. You enjoyed the feeling of being his twinkie for just a bit longer. The feeling of being filled up with both his cum and cock. It was nice. Albeit bittersweet because it was over. But... there was always later, right?

"Shower." Jungkook whispered with a shake of his head, leaning down to give the tip of your nose a peck before he slowly began to pull out of you, "I'll join you."

He sure as hell would have loved to lay there on top of you like that. Keeping his cock warm and snug inside of you just that way. But he sure as hell did not want to let you lay there all sweaty and sticky. As delightful as the feeling of being inside of you was, Jungkook knew better. And he knew had to take care of you. Knew he had to drag his ass off the bed to the bathroom and start a well-deserved bath for you because... you deserved it.

"Shower, babe." You heard Jungkook call again from the bathroom, and you smiled to yourself. Snuggling further into the blanket he had pulled over your body before he left the bathroom. The sound of water running, and the scent of a candle burning wafted to the bedroom. And that's when you knew you were in love for life.

...

"Come here." You were pulled into the warm embrace of Jungkook's hold. Arms circling around your frame and tugging you closer to him while he leaned against the obscured glass of the balcony rail. He held you in his arms. Let you slide your arms around his waist. Your face pressing into the middle of his chest and rubbing your cheek against the t-shirt material he wore, "Feeling okay?" He questioned, a gentle palm rubbing over the small of your back while his cheek pressed against the top of your head.

You were safe and sound in the security of Jungkook's arms. Feeling the warmth of the shower you both just shared still lingering off his skin. You were thankful for the fact that he took such good care of you. Whether it be during sex or after. Jungkook always made sure to do the best for you. In this case, with after care. Something you learned to appreciate after experiencing Jungkook. It's not like you were used and cast aside with other people. But you weren't exactly treated like gold after the deed was done either. Mostly just getting a towel tossed to you to clean up. Maybe a bottle of water to quench your thirst too.

Jungkook took it up a notch. Like he did with everything else. Aftercare was always on the table. And it was always something Jungkook took pride in doing. He never saw it as a chore. Never thought it was too much for him to run you a bath and help get you cleaned off either. He made you feel so special. So... wanted. Something you haven't experienced before.

Now here you were. Snuggled tight in Jungkook's hold. Swaying gently from side to side in his arms. Gazing out together at the cityscape and all the pretty lights of one of the better parts of your city. Being like this with Jungkook always felt so safe. So perfect. He was so gentle and protective. And still feeling oh so soft although he was nothing but muscle. So sturdy and strong.

He was big, don't get me wrong. Wide and tall. Fit enough to be a boxer if he wanted to. But he could never hurt a fly. He was nothing but a softie inside and that fact alone made you feel comfortable around him. So much so that you stayed leaning against him for support even if you didn't need it anymore. It still felt nice to just... feel him.

Thankfully, your thighs no longer felt like jelly. The sweaty sheen your body was casted with just moments before had now been replaced with an even better post-orgasm glow. The ends of your hair still damp from the shower. Your body wrapped up in a silky robe and feeling at your most relaxed state while Jungkook tapped a button on the screen of his phone to turn on a set of speakers he had installed on the balcony,

He had music playing in the background while the two of you stood on the balcony. Alone With You by Alina Baraz... A gentle hum of a gorgeous melody with smooth vocals drowning out the hustle and bustle of the cars zooming down the busy streets of the upscale neighborhood.

Jungkook always seemed to have some sort of music playing when you were around him. Whether it be when he was cooking dinner or even working out. He always had his earphones in. Always had his speakers on. His music taste was diverse. Listening to things from all over the world. Enjoying music from different genres. Music was a language for him. A language he could never get tired of learning about. Lately, he found himself listening to more mellow pieces. Things that reflected his mood. He did that a lot. Choosing his music based off how he felt.

[ 'I'm overprotective... baby, we're connected.
Gotta get you out of this mood.' ]

"Better than okay." You confirmed with a small smile along your lips, removing yourself from Jungkook's embrace to move towards the veranda's ledge. Your eyes looked out towards the night sky. Feeling the cool breeze in the air blowing against your face and skin. You admired the horizon and the beauty of your city that you never paid attention to. Living here your whole life but never knew communities like this existed. You weren't sure if you appreciated the view you had in Korea or here more because if you had to be honest, you didn't care where you lived... As long as Jungkook was with you.

Jungkook snuck his hands around you from behind, resting a hand against your waist while the other slid around the front of your body to shamelessly play with the tied ends of your robe, "Good." He hummed with content, the firmness of his chest pressing into your back while he rested his chin against your shoulder, "See that?" He nudged you with his chin, reluctantly removing his hand from the robe strings to point off into the distance, "Over the city line and where the lake is?"

You followed to where he was pointing with your eyes, squinting in the distance to see what he was trying to show you, "I don't see--" It took you a second before you recognized the mural Jungkook had painted for you against a billboard. It was hard to miss, and you wondered why you didn't notice it in the first place. Perhaps because the art was different now. From what you can remember, your face was the only thing along that wall.

Now, there were additions painted onto the mural. Flowers. Greenery and shrubs. The sky. A forest. Your face was repainted using brighter, more vibrant colors. The flower crown around your head was changed too. It was all so gorgeous. The art that was once centralized to just the middle of the wall had now taken over the entirety of the space and you gasped in shocked when you realized that it had now become part of your city for everyone to spectacle over,

"Jungkook.... did you--"

"Not me." Jungkook shook his head with a laugh, "I'm not sure who finished it. But I guess someone wanted to make it prettier." He nodded with an impressed chuckle, "I was shocked when I saw it too."

Jungkook could recall the night he decided to dedicate the mural to you. It was many months ago. A time when you were still in this city, and he was back in Korea. He came up with the idea before he left the city. It came to him after a night that he was standing outside on this exact balcony in the same spot you both were in right now. He was admiring the view. Admiring the city lights. The people passing below. The cars. The busy nightlife of your city that never seemed to sleep.

How amazing would it be if he dedicated something to you that you would always see?

Something that everyone could appreciate?

It was a shot in the dark to make something like this happen. He couldn't just show up with his paint on his own or hire anyone to do the work either. There were laws. Permits that needed to be applied for. The job needed to be approved by city officials before anything else too. But Jungkook made it happen. All while being in Korea too. He put his trust in people who saw his vision and then he saw it come to life.

Now, even after all these months had passed, your mural had become a regular for passerbys to enjoy. The bright yellow wall and the fresh colors made it hard to ignore. That's when Jungkook started to hear the feedback about the art. "Who is this mysterious woman?" People questioned. "And who was the person that loves her so much they dedicated an entire wall on the Las Vegas strip for her?"

It was nothing but positive feedback that Jungkook was hearing and when he came back to the city after leaving you in Korea last month, the first place he came to when he missed you was this balcony. Looking out along the horizon. Looking for the piece of art he dedicated to you.

He didn't expect to see the additions added and he learned that the mural had become such a spectacle amongst the youth and fellow art lovers that an anonymous artist helped improve it for free. Who would have thought a simple idea like this would have blown up into something that created a positive space for strangers too?

That's when Jungkook came up with his next idea.... Unfortunately, you would have to wait some time before you found out what it is first.

"It's beautiful." You had tears in your eyes for what seemed like the nth time of the night again. Your throat feeling thick and heavy as you held back your tears, "I still can't believe you did that for me." You pressed your back against Jungkook's chest, snuggling against his hold before you tipped your head back to press a gentle kiss against the angle of his jaw, "I love you so much." You confessed with a whisper, "You make me so happy."

You moved your attention fully to Jungkook now. Turning around to face him while you leaned against the veranda. You smiled, the tears of happiness that were once making your vision blurry to see now disappearing and being replaced with nothing but a permanent sparkle in them instead. You looked up at him. Just stared at him. Wordlessly communicating with your gaze about how much you loved him. How much you adored him. How much you wanted to spend forever with him.

Jungkook started to smile. Appreciating the way you were more vocal now about how much you loved him. Even though he loved the way you showed him that you loved him. He had always thrived off hearing how much you did too.

He noticed over time how much your personality changed. The cold exterior you had put up in the start to protect yourself had long melted. You seemed more carefree now. Shouting how much you loved Jungkook at the top of your lungs if given the chance. Telling anyone that would listen how much you did too. And of course, that included him. He would be lying if he didn't wake up every day with the sheer happiness of knowing how loved he was by you.

Absentmindedly patting over his arm, Jungkook didn't realize he was giving his newest tattoo a smack in effort to ease the itch along the edges of inked skin that had begun scabbing. He was so distracted by you that the tattoo he had been trying to keep hidden was showing out in the open for you to see now. And this was his downfall because if Jungkook thought you wouldn't notice anything new about him, he had another thing coming,

"What the fuck is that?"

See?

You snatched Jungkook by the wrist and pulled his arm closer to you, eyes examining the skin along his arm. There was a light scabbing along one of his tattoos. Hidden against the ink-colored skin. He had something covered up. Replacing a tattoo he once had with something new. Something else. Something special.

From the chaotic airport meetup to the sweaty cardio session you had in the bedroom with Jungkook, you hardly had the moment to inspect every inch of his body the way you wanted to. That included his tattoo. Missing his new tattoo made you want to kick yourself, but you always had a feeling that he would do something insane like this. He told you straight up that he would. You didn't believe he would follow through with those promises though.

But there was one thing about Jungkook though. He always kept the promises he made.

And if you couldn't figure out what it was by now, his new tattoo was that of your birth flower. Added to the tiger lilies he had on his arm. Shaded in a way to make the tattoo look like it had always been there. The artwork had been outlined and drawn in a way that made the flowers seem molded into one piece. Half was a tiger lily. And the other half was yours.

The flowers were now intertwined. Just like you and Jungkook.

It wasn't completely obvious that something new had been added there and you began to believe that Jungkook purposely had the tattoo placed in that exact spot so it could blend perfectly amongst the other tattoos on his body. Either way... it was a tattoo dedicated to you. A permanent etching made into his skin that would stay with him forever. Not to toot your own horn, but you had cute looking birth flower, and you would have been lying if you said it didn't look fucking fire on your boyfriend's skin too.

"Took you long enough to notice." He teased, "I designed it myself." He nodded proudly to which you rolled your eyes as if that fact wasn't obvious enough.

You didn't know whether to laugh, cry or fall to the floor. You were shocked to say the least but couldn't even react because you truly did not know what to say either. Jungkook was insane. Stupidly in love with you. And you were so touched by it. So... softened at the fact that Jungkook took the time to study your birth flower and come up with a design all on his own. Creating the art that went onto his body with the upmost care and precision.

He was so talented. So smart and creative. You surely didn't think you could come up with a design like that on your own. But did it click in Jungkook's head that this was a tattoo? Of course! This piece of art was permanent and Jungkook was aware of that. He knew what he was doing when he walked into the tattoo shop that one day. He knew he wanted a part of you with him forever,

"You're crazy, Jeon Jeongguk." You shook your head in utter disbelief, "Why would you do that?" You couldn't even deny the smile on your face although you gave your boyfriend's arm a slap, "I was literally kidding the last time I told you to get a tattoo for me." You shook your head, fingers ghosting lightly over the art on his skin, "Idiot." You grumbled, "Fucking idiot." You finally met Jungkook eyes and smiled at him,

"You like it?" Taking a step closer, Jungkook had the back of his hand gently brushing over your cheek. Fond eyes resting on your delicate features. The pure love and dedication behind his eyes could tell a thousand stories. All of them starting and ending with you,

"I love it." You gushed, heart eyes looking down at Jungkook's arm with a proud smile along your face, "You've lost your mind but... I love it." You started to laugh, an infectious giggling filling the space you both were standing in, "I love you." You were so happy that life didn't feel real.

It was the perfect chance to seal the moment with a kiss and so, Jungkook leaned down to your height, broad hands reaching up and cupping your cheeks lovingly as you hopped up onto your toes to meet him, "I love you too, mama." A toothy grin spread wider along his lips, and you swore the breath you were taking got caught in your throat as Jungkook left you speechless yet again.

Pulling your boyfriend closer to you by the waistband of the sweatpants hanging loose around his hips, you tip toed up to close the space between the two of you, hands sticking into each side of the pocketed material of his pants as you exhaled, lips pressing against his own to kiss him eagerly.

You both shared a sweet kiss for a moment. Lips moving lovingly against each other's. Smiles shared between breaths until you began to pull away to finally ask Jungkook the question you've avoided for the entirety of your relationship,

"Jungkook... Do you want to meet my parents?"

...

[ 'Look at you and I see versions of me that I need. Places that I never seen, take my hand, we'll leave. Alone with you. ']

a/n:

Our boy's meeting the parents, y'all. We've come a long way <3 

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thanks for reading! xoxoxo

AN:

If you're reading this, that probably means you've come to the newest update. welcome! and I hope you enjoyed so far. Unfortunately, I have decided to put this story on hold for a bit. As you all know, I have been working on this story for over two years and while working on this story, i've spent the last 3 years also dedicating my life in working as a nurse and now that i've left that profession, i'm learning to enjoy the more freetime i have. i wanted to write more with the newfound time that i have been given. i wanted to make more stories. to make more Koo stories because he's my favourite person to write about. unfortunately though, i've had writers block and on top of that, someone stole pieces of my chapters and posted it to their instagram claiming that it was their own work then redacted that claim to say they asked for my permission to post said work which is not true. thankfully, they deleted it but they also blocked me in the process so i have no way of knowing if they will ever post my work again. this reality has set me back with my progress in writing because I don't have any other hobbies other than writing and let me tell you, writing is my life. THIS STORY IS EVERYTHING TO ME! i love writing it. writing is therapy for me and a way to cope with my mental illness... and when someone does something to sabotage me... my work, i take it personal. 

of course, this isn't the end as the majority of you who support my work don't deserve for me to stop writing all because of one stupid person and i will try to continue writing this story for your sake but i need some time. i want to love writing again. i want to be the person i was 2 years ago when i first started this all and to go back to that again, i ask you for patience and to wait for me.

 i will be back <3 

until then,

love, jungkakes