A/N - Welcome back friends <3 Shoutout to the two dear readers for suggesting ideas for this chapter. You both had really good suggestions, so I decided to put them together! 

Premise: Jungkook goes into his safe space and Y/N feels insecure about her body for the first time in a long time. Both helping each other to feel better again. a friendly reminder to you all as you read this chapter... you're all beautiful and special at any size. I hope you all love yourselves and treat yourselves as if you're the most precious in the world <3

This chapter doesn't have smut and I'm not sure when the next smut chapter will be because i'm kind of thrown off by the amount of people complaining that this story has too much smut. However, there are some rated scenes lol. 

Enjoy <3 dont forget to stream golden!!! 

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"They fucking did what?!" The voice boomed through the entire room, making the walls shake, "Don't fucking lie to me." Her voice raised higher, the skid from her desk chair wheels screeching through the room from the force of her standing up out of the seat, "Give me that." She spoke through clenched teeth, a hand extending to grab the envelope in her assistant's shaking hands.

"H-Hybe, miss... they-" The assistant visibly trembled with fear, her voice dropping to a meek whisper, "—They.. s-" The poor worker shook violently as the loud steps from her heels clicked across the floor as she made her way around the desk towards the assistant,

"I heard you the first time, idiot. Useless waste of an assistant." Sora snatched the documents away from her assistant, ripping the brown envelope out of her fingers, the force from the way she grabbed the envelope leaving a searing pain across the palm of the worker, "Leave." She snarled, pointing with the documents in her hands to the door of her office, "Get out." Sora spat, tearing open the envelope and fishing a hand inside to pull out the papers within it as she huffed loud, an accusing eye staring at her assistant who struggled to move quick enough to the door, "I said get out before I throw you out of the building myself!" She yelled this time and sent the worker stumbling towards the doors uttering pitiful apologies with a shaken voice on her way out.

"Imbecile. Can't even fucking speak." Sora seethed about the innocent assistant. Collapsing into her chair with a disgruntled huff, the Wicked Witch of The East slid herself back to her desk, envelope in her own trembling hands. She placed it down onto her desktop and took a second to steady her breath before opening the envelope once again and taking out the documents to read them. 

Right off the bat she cursed out loud as she read the first line of the memo, her fist balling and slamming onto the desk with a harsh slam,

RE: Cease and desist from Hybe Corporation.

Dear: Miss. Sora Park,

"This CEASE AND DESIST ORDER is to inform you that your persistent actions including but not limited to stalking, harassing..."

"Fuck this shit." Sora roared, throwing the letter across the room and letting the papers fly through the air. The pages from the documents scattering to the ground in haphazard fashion while Sora fumed, "They think they can try me." She started to laugh, her head flopping back against the headrest of her chair as she chortled with a maniacal laughter, "Fuck Hybe." She spat, the words coming out like venom from her lips. 

She stood up at once and walked over to the window in her office, arms crossing over her chest as she tried to steady her breathing while she looked outside, nostrils flaring with anger. The rage burning up inside of her made her want to scream. To throw things. To cause a scene.

Hybe really thought they were doing something, huh? Sora wanted to laugh again and she stifled the chuckle attempting to leave her lips, "This is all you got, Hybe?" She hummed to herself. Seemingly normal again as she fixed her blazer and adjusted her pencil skirt, "Pussies." She tossed her hair behind her shoulders and then rolled her neck back, cracking it in the right spot before she tilted her head from side to side to roll the tension in her muscles out.

The truth was, Sora wasn't even interested in Jungkook anymore. She lost interest a while ago when paparazzi followed him, Seokjin and Namjoon to an engagement ring store. Jesus. He wanted to propose? Good on him. Sora didn't have to take part in ruining that. Jungkook would do it all on his own. To think he was stupid enough to go behind the backs of his precious fans and get engaged to a... stripper? Ew. Yeah... Sora decided to let the downfall of Jeon Jeongguk happen on its own.

Part of her knew she was never going to get him anyways. Jungkook was stubborn and when his mind was set on what he wanted, he couldn't ever be stopped. Sora figured that out a while ago and decided that she wasn't going to add fuel to his own burning fire. She would let him combust on his own and would be right there in the shadows watching the flames roar until they were nothing but ashes. 

She didn't care about her previous plans of ruining your relationship anymore. Now it was all about revenge. Revenge because you left her ashamed. Embarrassed. Now it was about instilling the power she had over Seoul. To put you in your place. To send you right back to where you came from.

A useless, meaningless letter from Hybe wasn't going to stop Park Sora.

Grabbing the receiver to her office's phone, she pressed a finger onto a button and waited for the line to ring, the call answering quickly, "Change of plans, my lovely, hardworking editor..." She spoke into the phone, "We're releasing the first set of pictures this weekend." Sora nodded, nonchalantly checking over her manicured fingernails, 

The murmur of someone else's voice on the other line echoed into Sora's ear and she nodded, "Yes, this weekend. After their concert. Actually--" She paused, "In the middle of the concert." Sora nodded once and then hung the phone up, sinking triumphantly back into her seat, "Well played, Hybe." A budding smile began to grow along her lips until she was smiling proudly at her evilness, "But I can play better." She drummed her nails along the glass top of her desk and hummed a tune to herself, eyes on the calendar at her side, reading the date for this upcoming Saturday she had circled in red ink.

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"Come on, Jungkook. You're off your game today. What's going on with you?" The trainer shook his head in disappointment, "Whatever is on your mind, take it out right here on the bag." The instructor patted over the punching bag hanging between the two of them before holding onto it tight, "Again. Jab. Cross." The trainer nodded as the punching bag began to smack from Jungkook's blows, the sound of boxing gloves hitting against the material of the punching bag slowly but surely growing louder, "Good. That's it. Harder. Rear hook. You got it. Again." He praised, "Lead uppercut. Good job."

Sweat dripped off Jungkook's hair like little rain drops. Beading along his forehead. Dripping down his temples to his jaw. Getting into his eyes and sticking his hair to his forehead. Dripping down his temples. Down his back. Making his shirt glue to his skin. 

The burn in his muscles ached. Making him feel as though his arms would fall out of their sockets at any moment. This trainer was really pushing him today. Sensing the fact that he had been distracted by something. Sensing that something was bothering Jungkook deep within his heart. 

But since this wasn't his monthly mental health checkup with his therapist, his trainer pushed Jungkook in a way that didn't dip into his brain. He exerted his body instead. Pushed him to release the stress occupying his mind and preventing him from hitting his newest PR.

As annoying as it was, exercise did make you feel better. And as Jungkook beat that punching bag up... as hard as he hit it... he could feel his head beginning to clear. The endorphins were releasing. Dopamine kicking in. The pent up aggression he wished so bad to take out was leaving his body in the form of sweat and adrenaline.

You see, Jungkook loved working out. But he loved boxing the most. He loved the thrilling feeling of it. The way he could release any ill emotions he had been feeling without getting violent. Punch after punch made Jungkook see something else that had been on his mind. And as he landed the blows against the punching bag, he could see them evaporate. 

The antis tweeting hateful shit about him. The solos declaring he would be better off without his brothers. The stalkers following him around everywhere he went... The NDAs waiting for him to sign once he was back in Korea. Every punch he made, those very thoughts floating at the back of his head threatening to make him go insane... disappeared.

Except for two. The NDAs. And Park Sora.

Jungkook flew a harder punch at the thoughts. Making even the trainer holding the bag in place lose his balance for a moment,

"That's the one. Right there. Again!"

He heard the trainer shouting and Jungkook swung his arm again. Feeling the muscles in his bicep and shoulder ripple upon contact with his boxing glove hitting the bag. He didn't even realize he was panting for air. His chest burning for a break. But he ignored his body. Choosing to listen to his mind that was telling him he was weak for wanting to take a breath instead.

He boxed and beat on the punching bag a few more times. Keeping the same tempo. Retaining his form and ensuring his feet were planted firm against the floors. Making his lower body turn into a pillar of pure strength as he delivered blow after blow against the punching bag.

Swing after swing. Hit after hit. Jungkook nailed it each time. 

Until the session was over,

"That's good for today. Keep that form strong and grounded when you swing. That's going to help to not pop your shoulder out." The trainer nodded proudly, giving Jungkook a pat on the back before turning to leave the gym, "Go home and get some rest, kid. No more training sessions until after your concert. You gotta conserve energy." The trainer called out the command from over his shoulder as he walked out of the doors of the gym. 

Leaving Jungkook to his own devices.

Leaving Jungkook to do what he pleased.

And what he pleased was to continue beating up that punching bag. Until he was sore. Until he couldn't stand up straight anymore. Until he was... empty. Void of any negative thoughts or feelings.

Moving on wobbly legs, Jungkook heaved a sigh as he looked around at the empty gym. Like hell anyone would be in this gym at two in the morning on a Tuesday night. Most people were tucked away in their beds. Getting a night's rest to face their days tomorrow. Not Jungkook. 

Jungkook was a night owl. He could sleep when he was tired. And tonight? He wasn't tired. He was wired. Who needed caffeine when you had the purest form of energy to give you a boost right here? The adrenaline pumped through his veins. The urgency to continue throwing punches into the boxing bag until it burst. He knew he was pushing his limits. Like usual. And he knew fully well he should be resting up before their big concert happening in just a few days.

Fine, just a quick break.

Just a moment to calm his breath.

Collapsing with a grunt onto a gym bench, Jungkook pulled one of the boxing gloves off his hand, tossing it next to him on the bench while he flexed his sore wrist before digging into the pocket of his sweats to pull his phone out, humming in thought as he unlocked the device and scrolled to your recent messages with each other. 

It wasn't like Jungkook missed you. Okay, maybe he did. Yeah, he was clingy. What about it? The gym was on the first level of your condo anyways. Jungkook quite literally can just go upstairs to your apartment and wake you up for some snuggles. But, he was sweaty. And sticky. And itching to perfect his boxing technique in time for his next training session.

But now that he was in the eerie quietness of the gym, Jungkook felt lonely. Working out wasn't fun when doing it alone. Sure, he could call up one of his hyungs to come join him. Namjoon was always down to hit the weights. And Taehyung was also starting to show some interest in boxing too. But he didn't want the attention of his hyungs tonight. He wanted yours. 

Something about having your presence around him just made everything feel right. You made the demons go away. Made the sore in his muscles and tendons hurt a little less. You made him feel good... in more ways than one. You made him feel confident. At ease. Happy.

It was worth the try to see if you would come join him.

Jungkook knew it was late and knowing your ass that knocked out at 8:00PM on the dot every night when he was at home, there was no use to text you. But he did it anyways, setting his phone down immediately after texting you to take a picture of himself in effort to lure you to the gym with his charming, bunny like adorableness,

[ 2:17am - From: JK ] 

[ ' image attached ' ] 

you awake, ma?

He waited a few minutes and when the message didn't show it was read, Jungkook's lower lip jutted out into a pout before he placed his phone down onto the bench and sunk back, his head craning backwards to stretch his neck out. Just as he was about to pull himself off the bench to continue his workout, he heard the familiar buzz of his phone next to him,

Ding!

[ From: You ] 

Why.... are you taking off guard pics of yourslef in an empty gym :/ loser lmao

yourself*

and yes im awake what do you want? Im hungry and noones here to feed me.... :(

Jungkook laughed out loud as he read your messages and shook his head, the smile on his lips growing wider with happiness while he typed his reply,

[ From: JK ] 

buy you food if you meet me downstairs?

[ From: You ] 

:D  ok coming

wait..................where downstairs?

[ From: JK ] 

gym 😀

A noise as if you were grossed out left your lips and you flopped onto your back with your phone in hand, speedy fingers typing up your reply, 

[ From: You ] 

UHM Fuck no im not working out

Goodnight :) ill have sleep for dinner :) :) :'( :) 

Or maybe I'll ask jimin if he wants to go out for some late night munchies 😉

[ From: JK ] 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If you call him, I'm going to cry. Seriously..

You groaned to yourself when you read Jungkook's message, the stupid smile on your face growing quickly at how cute he was. You could literally tell he was typing in pout at your mention of Jimin. Damn gym rat. Damn fine as hell gym bro boyfriend. Sweaty, fine as hell, gym rat boyfriend Jungkook. You thumbed over the picture he sent you. Admiring his chiseled features and hair that he had been steady growing out. The shaggy mess framing his face prettier in its sweaty form than yours did on a good day.

You swore if anyone listened, they would hear harps and the cellos playing inside your head. The sweet melody of love orchestrating a symphony in your brain and heart. You could see Jungkook every hour, every minute, every second. Seven days a week. And nothing would change how you felt. Jungkook was beautiful no matter what but this Jungkook? Working out Jungkook? It was one of your favorite things to witness. Damn him.

All you really had to do was make your way to the lower level of your condo and watch him fuck around with his boxing gear for a bit and then you would be getting a free meal. It sounded like a total win. And it would be... if your bed wasn't so comfortable. But something was stopping you from entering that sweet, sweet coma of REM. If Jungkook was home right now, you would have been fast asleep because truth be told, you slept so much easier when your boyfriend was at your side.

He made the nightmares go away. The nightly terrors of Sora's face in your head seemingly didn't exist when Jungkook's arms were wrapped around your body in the warmth and security of your bed. The only reason why you were awake right now was because of Jungkook. It was always that way. You never slept well until you knew he was home safe and sound.. in your arms. Cocooned together in a blanket burrito of warmth. 

Dang it. I suppose a trip down to the gym wouldn't hurt.

Rolling yourself out of bed, you rubbed your eye sleepily as you shuffled over to your closet, kicking one of Jungkook's socks that he loved to leave astray on the floor away as you tugged the closet door open and yanked out one of Jungkook's hoodies from a hanger. Lazily pulling it over your head and keeping your hair stuffed inside of the sweater as you fixed the hood over your head. You swapped the pajama pants you were wearing for one of his sweatpants over your legs as well, hiking it up high over your waist to shorten the long length of his clothing on your much shorter limbs.

You were too lazy to care about how you looked because you knew you always looked good in your man's clothes. Jungkook seemed to always pick the most comfortable oversized clothes and you always seemed to find yourself stealing every article of clothing he owned. Letting the clothing drape over and swaddle you as if Jungkook himself was giving you a warm hug each time you wore his clothes.

Girlfriend taxes. You know how it is. (a/n if anyone wants to steal my clothes, hmu hehe sorry)

Leaving the warm confines of your apartment after slipping your feet into a pair of slides, you took the short elevator ride down to the recreational floor of the condo. Exiting the elevators and making your way through the large doors leading into the gym, you were immediately hit by the loud blare of music booming through speakers paired with the grunts and groans from a certain someone that you recognized right away.

The deafening sound of the music made it easy for you to creep up on Jungkook who was immersed in fighting with the punching bag in front of him. As you got closer, the smack of his gloved fist grew louder until you were flinching from the force of his arm hitting the bag. 

You took note of his stance. He had his feet planted firm onto the floor. Strong legs holding him in place. The muscles on his back flexing and making it very easy to see them through his sweat drenched t-shirt. He was wearing black but that didn't mean you couldn't see every inch and curve the muscles on his body had to offer you. Man, he was dreamy.

Jungkook paused to shake his sore arms out. Eyes closing in exhaustion and his head tilting back to shake the waves of hair falling in front of his face away. That's when you circled around the punching bag, taking a grip of the thick, sturdy cylindrical shape and holding it in place with two hands as you caught Jungkook off guard, making him freeze in place in shock at your sudden appearance, 

"Breaks are for weenies. Keep going." You instructed him with a smile, motioning to the punching bag with your eyes as he stood there in shock, "Hurry up. There's this taco place nearby and it closes soon."

You shared a smile with Jungkook who couldn't hide the grin along his face, hands on his hips and his chest heaving with every breath he took, "Don't be scared to throw your punches. My dad used to box. I know how this works." You adjusted your form, keeping your feet planted on the ground, ensuring your calves were strong and steady as you reassured your boyfriend who shook his head but moved back into his earlier formation, boxing gloves going up in front of his face as he spoke,

"You always surprise me, you know?" He chuckled, the radiance of his smile lighting the entire room up despite his exhaustion, "Don't blame me if I throw this punch and you land on the ground." His eyes narrowed in challenge, and you rolled your eyes, about to tell him to stop wasting time but instead you gasped in surprise when Jungkook threw a punch into the bag you were holding. Making you almost lose your balance,

"Yo, that's not fair. I'm wearing slides and you caught me off guard." You pushed the punching bag towards Jungkook who moved out of the way before it hit him, "Negative point for you. Try again to redeem yourself." 

This time, you were more serious. After all, you and Jungkook both shared the same competitive braincell. You were always trying to one up each other when it came to playing games... which is why you both never played games together anymore. Last time you and Jungkook sat at your computers and played Tekken 7 together, Jungkook was in near tears and about to put you in a headlock for never showing him mercy. That was the fun of your relationship though. Even if you were better at Jungkook in playing games, you sure as hell weren't dating a sore loser.

Now that you were better prepared, you held the punching bag tight for Jungkook to punch it. Your form barely shaking this time when he flung that lead upper cut, 

"Ooh. Good job, baby." You purred the compliment out and watched the way Jungkook's focused eyes softened while his lips spread into his signature grin, "Keep going. Pretend I'm not here." You commanded, snapping him back into focus and shifting your weight from foot to foot before grabbing hold of the punching bag again, keeping it in place for Jungkook to throw another punch. And then another one. And another. Until he was grunting. Until his brows were knitted together. Until the sweat began to trickle down his temples and drip down the front of his neck once again.

He truly did pretend you weren't there. Centering his attention to the punching bag and picturing himself landing blow after blow against the faces of every tongue formed against him. 

And now that you paid attention to Jungkook who was busy doing his thing. The once cheery smile on your face slowly dropped to a small frown, your heart panging in your chest. 

You figured out what Jungkook was doing. He was unraveling. Unleashing. Taking out any pent-up aggression he was hiding from you. It only dawned on you now that the boyfriend who greeted you with a smile on his lips every morning and fell asleep with nothing but bliss on his face next to you every night had bad days too... Had bad thoughts too.

Jungkook tried so hard to make your life stress free and did a damn good job at it too that you hardly noticed he wasn't feeling like himself. 

You felt like the worst girlfriend in the entire world for not noticing that when he disappeared to work out each day, he was disappearing to work out the bumps and kinks in his mind and that fact didn't click in your brain until now. 

He was down here every night boxing away every ill feeling he had so that when he came back upstairs and joined you in bed at night, you would wake up the next morning seeing the best version of him.

Not realizing a good few minutes had gone by since Jungkook started beating the living hell out of the punching bag, you pulled yourself back to reality and shook your head, "Take a break, Koo." You swallowed thickly, "My arms are getting tired." You lied, letting go of the punching bag when Jungkook immediately dropped his arms and let his shoulders relax at your command, a tired groan leaving his lips as he unstrapped a glove from his hand and pulled the glove from it, tossing it onto a bench while you shuffled away to grab him some water,

"I think I outdid myself this time." He panted to catch his breath, taking the cup of water you drew from a fountain and gulping down a mouthful of it, "I just... lose myself when I'm boxing. I love it." He tried to smile, and you hummed in understanding as you brushed past him to take a seat on the bench, plopping down and looking up at Jungkook's sweaty formed as he turned to face you, 

"The trainer told me to save my stamina for the concert but... I just can't." He crumpled the empty cup of water and aimed at a nearby trashcan, throwing it effortlessly into it before running his freehand through his hair and making his way over to you, calling out to the blue tooth speaker still playing music to pause the song before he plopped down and landed on the floor with a grunt to sit by your feet.

Now that Jungkook was sitting comfortably on the floor, he peeled off the next glove and threw it in front of him. Watching it bounce and then roll away before he began to unwrap the gauze bindings he had around his wrist and knuckles. He casted the used, tattered up gauze to the side once his hands were both finally free and flexed them. Cracking his knuckles one by one and rolling his wrists out as you settled behind him,

"You really did outdo yourself. Not in a good way." You tsked before your lips were pressed together into a tight line as Jungkook collapsed on the floor near you, "Come here." You mumbled after a moment of silence, moving over so that Jungkook could sit comfortably between your feet. His back resting against the bench as you pulled him by the shoulders closer to you, 

"Tilt your head back, baby." You instructed him and he obliged without a thought as you gathered the long pieces of his hair into your hands, pulling the sweaty locks away from his face, his ears and his forehead while he laid the back of his head against the inner part of your leg,

"I'm tired." Jungkook finally mumbled as you began to pull his hair away from his face, making you hum out in question as if you were surprised by his comment,

"Oh really? You don't say." You spoke with sarcasm, rolling your eyes, "I'm not trying to be annoying but you're pushing yourself too hard, Jungkook." You grumbled, tugging the sleeve of your hoodie up with a freehand to pull the hair tie you kept around your wrist off, "I saw that look in your eye when you were boxing." You confessed with a shake of your head, taking his hair you had gathered between your fingers to pull it into a little ponytail with your hair tie, tying it neatly into a knot to rest rather cutely at the top of Jungkook's head,

"I know we had a talk like this the other night and I know you won't tell me what's wrong but I know something's wrong... again." You nodded, fingers moving through the strands of Jungkook's hair that were too short to make it into the ponytail, brushing the soft locks away from his face to let his skin breathe, "I'm glad you have boxing as an outlet but... you know you can talk to me too, right?" Your hands moved from his hair to drape over his shoulders, fingertips starting to knead into the tense trap muscles, "You could tell me anything."

The gentle tone of your voice paired with the feeling of your hands in his hair and then working to knead out the strained muscles along his shoulders could lull Jungkook to sleep, his eyes suddenly feeling heavy as exhaustion took over his body, 

"Anything?" He turned to look up at your face and you nodded in confirmation before he sighed and laid his head back to your thigh where it was resting before, "Do you ever feel like something bad is going to happen?" He asked after a second of hesitation and a wave of déjà vu shot through your body at his question.

You swore you heard him ask this exact question before and you wracked your brain to remember when it was, "Hmm." You made a noise as you thought, lips pursing in question before you recalled the night you heard Jungkook asking the same thing but it wasn't to you.

The night you last heard this question was the night at the Soop house. The night where you laid next to Jungkook and Taehyung after sharing yourself with them. 

Your stomach involuntarily flipped at the memory, and you bit your tongue when the flashbacks of that night flooded your mind. Rolling like movie credit's until it slowed down to the moment you heard Jungkook and Taehyung murmuring while you pretended to sleep next to them. You didn't recall every bit of the conversation. But you surely remembered Jungkook's voice. The sleepy tone laced with worry. The reassurance of Taehyung telling him everything was going to be okay as long as you had each other. As long as you two stayed strong and stood tall in the face of evil.

Sora.

This was all about Sora, wasn't it? Even back then when the bitch wasn't moving in action, she was already infiltrating your brains, huh? Her ominous presence affecting Jungkook's psyche before he even knew how dangerous she truly was. 

"I feel like that all the time, Koo." You tried to sound nonchalant, fingertips moving from his shoulders to his neck, gently massaging over the knots in his muscles and listening to the appreciative sounds from your boyfriend at your actions, "Doesn't mean anything is going to happen." You tried to reassure him but Jungkook only shook his head in disagreement,

"But what if I feel it? Like... actually feel it?" An arm hooked around your calf, giving your leg a gentle squeeze as he leaned against your thigh and hugged it, "What if I'm losing my mind?" He asked but it sounded as though he was questioning himself more than directing it to you, "I just can't shake the feeling that something is about to happen, and I feel like I can't control it." Jungkook blew air out of his lips with a huff, his shoulders shrugging, "I'm always in control of everything. My life. My career... But I just have this gnawing feeling in my stomach that I'm about to be thrown into the middle of something I can't even grasp hold of." He took a deep breath and tried to center his thoughts that seemed to be moving faster than he could comprehend,

You sat there in silence for a while. Trying to gather your thoughts before you reached around to Jungkook's face and turned him to face you, 

"Hey, look at me." You whispered, making Jungkook turn until he twisted around and rose on his knees before you to give you his full attention, "Your intuition is strong, Jungkook. It always has been. I cant explain it, but you always have a feeling when something is going to happen whether it's good or bad. It's like your superpower." 

Your hand brushed over his eyebrow, touching his eyebrow piercing then caressing further towards his cheek, touching over his jawline as you continued, Jungkook's round eyes staring up into your gaze as if you held all the answers to every question in the world he had, 

"Go on." He encouraged you to continue, wanting to hear more of your praise and you forced yourself to smile as you visibly struggled to speak your words, 

"You've always been in tune with your emotions and feelings. Whatever you think is going to happen, very well might but..." You nodded, jaw clenching with hesitation for a moment before you spoke, "You're not going to face anything alone." You let Jungkook's gaze burn a hole into your face as you stared at him, his wide eyes full of wonder as he looked at you, "I don't know what's going to happen. We might get dragged to hell but if that's the case... If that's what's going to happen, I'm going to be standing next to you no matter what."

Falling into the soft, warmth of your eyes, Jungkook let himself be reeled into you. You could quite literally be telling him the sky wasn't blue and he would believe you. He was captured under your spell and forever bewitched by you.

It was so crazy to think that one second ago, he was about to make the punching bag burst open from the way he was flinging his fists into it. And now, he was a pile of goop on the floor. Waiting like a brand new puppy to be picked up by you and hidden under your arm from the world around the two of you, 

"Standing next to you..." Jungkook repeated after you, his gaze traveling off into a distance far behind you as he zoned out for a moment... as if he was noting something down in his mind for a later time,

"You promise me that?" He asked after another second, his eyes back to resting on your face, studying the outline of your features with nothing but affection behind his eyes, "Swear on it." Jungkook mused, holding his pinky up for you to take, 

"To hell and back? Right into the fire?" He asked again and you could swear the electricity between the two of you zapped energy into your interconnected souls, making breathing feel like you were inhaling the freshest air together. Making seeing all the clearer.

"Standing in the fire next to you." You nodded with certainty, finding his pinky and linking his with yours as you promised each other, "I promise, Koo." A small, affirming smile crossed your lips, "Do you want to seal the promise with a kiss? Make it even more unbreakable?" You invited him in closer to you, unhooking your pinky from his to place your hands on his shoulders as he leaned in without hesitation and planted a kiss against your lips, sealing your fate together with the gesture once and for all,

You tasted the sweat from his workout on his lips but something about it lured you even closer to Jungkook. Your hands on his shoulders could feel how drenched his clothes were too. But these fine details of Jungkook's anatomy drew you in until you were kissing him back. Lips moving languidly against each other's as he kneeled between your thighs as though he was worshipping you. 

There wasn't any sort of specific motion that you both followed when your lips were on one another's. Somehow it always went perfectly when you both kissed. There had never been the awkward bumping of heads or one of you not knowing what to do. It always flowed naturally. Smoothly. Which is why you were absolutely addicted to each other.

"How about those tacos? I could eat like ten of them right now." Jungkook whispered between kisses, his fingertips moving mischievously upwards along your thighs, "All I need to do is change my shirt real quick." He dotted a few more pecks against your lips, refusing to pull away just yet, "Or..." He teased although you knew there was no lie in his voice at that... especially from the way his large hands gripped over your legs,

"What you need is a shower." You nodded, "Not that you stink or anything but... You're all gross and sweaty." A small giggle left your lips then you scoffed, "Yeah. Nice try, pervert." You swatted Jungkook's hands away from your thighs and then pushed him away by his face before you stood up, grabbing him by the arm to pull him to his feet, "You need to conserve your stamina before the concert." You repeated the words he told you earlier with a smug grin across your lips,

"I'm not going to be the reason you're not at your best for that. Next thing you know Hobi is giving me the rudest side eye for your mistakes? I'd rather die." You continued, marching him out of the gym with a hand against his lower back, giving him a push towards the exit doors, "And if I hear you're in the gym again before Saturday, I'm going to snitch to your manager." Your arms crossed over your chest in seriousness as you both stood by the elevators waiting for it to arrive,

"You're going to narc on me?" Jungkook started to laugh, a hand covering his lips as his head dropped back to stare up at the building's ceiling in disbelief, "You're so--"

"What? I'm so- what?" You pushed Jungkook into the elevators, "I can't believe you have to be told not to work out." You rolled your eyes, "Me, on the other hand. I feel tired just watching you exercise. All that--" You started to punch the air, mimicking Jungkook's earlier moves, "What are you training for? The end of the fucking world?" You jumped when your boyfriend pinched your side and then literally glomped you in the elevators, making you yell out in surprise when he pinned you against the corner of the wall as you both laughed out loud together,

"I'm training for this right here." Jungkook kept you cornered against the elevator with a playful smile across his face, trapping you against the mirrored wall with his hands resting comfortably on the rails inside of the lift, "I'm gonna get so huge, you're going to have to climb over me to get away." He nodded proudly, "Just watch."

"I kind of like that." You confessed with a laugh and Jungkook grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you out of the elevators with him, "Then you and Namjoon can sandwich me with your boobs." You nodded quickly, in a happy daze as he steered you down the hallways towards your apartment, "Crush me." You skipped alongside him, already falling into a daydream of having the two of them put you in a headlock or something one day,

"I think not." Jungkook snorted, "Don't even think about it. You're only mine to crush." He added the last part with a nod, eyes narrowing, "I always knew you had a thing for my hyung, didn't you." He joked, making you throw a punch into his back as you followed him through the doors into the apartment. A punch he did not feel a single inch of. Damn, muscles.

"I have a thing for all of your hyungs." You shot back, making Jungkook give you the death glare as he pulled his sweaty shirt off his body and bunched it up, aiming it at your face and throwing it straight at you, causing you to stumble backwards with a shriek when the sweat drenched t-shirt landed right on top of your head, almost launching you into a door.

The bickering continued all the way to the bathroom. The sounds of your teasing and laughter with each other filling the apartment until the ease of your relationship made the atmosphere feel warm and cuddly with the comfort you shared between one another.

...

"You're quiet again." You murmured, fingers moving a washcloth over Jungkook's bare chest as he sunk deeper into the sudsy water of the bath you had prepared for him, "Earth to Jeongguk." You hummed out, watching the way he blew the piles of bubbles caused from the amount of bubble bath solution that you put (too much of) in the tub around him,

"Just enjoying the princess treatment." Jungkook sighed happily, sunk low into the water enough for just his head to peek out over the bubbles, "You always take good care of me." He glanced over to you and smiled, head tilting back and leaning up to where you sat at the ledge of the tub with his lips puckering for a kiss,

Without hesitating, you leaned forward and pressed a quick against Jungkook's lips before you pulled back and plucked the hair tie that kept the little mess of a bun on top of his head secured, "Let me wash your hair, yeah?" You hummed, smiling to yourself as Jungkook willingly shook his hair out and tilted his head back expectantly for you, "Any shampoo preference today?" You asked, pointing to the array of shampoos Jungkook hoarded on a shelf in the bathroom.

He had one for every sort of hair treatment. One for dyed hair. One for volume. Another for damaged hair. Hell, he even had one for hair growth! 

One thing about Jungkook was that he was very meticulous about his hygienic routine. He wasn't a scrub. And he sure as hell wasn't a musty smelling dude either. He took care of his body. Inside and out. 

It was one thing about him that you loved the most... how good he always smelled. How well he groomed himself. You've heard your share of horror stories about men straight up refusing to bathe. And you were thankful that Jungkook wasn't in that percentile of nasties. There was just something sexy about a man that believed in washing his ass and didn't believe in stinking.

"No complaints here. But can we use your shampoo?" Jungkook murmured sheepishly, a faint blush creeping up onto his face and fanning across his cheeks, "I want to smell like you." He nodded, teeth nibbling idly over his lower lip as he waited with patience for you.

You didn't have to look at him to know he was speaking to you with his signature pout. The comfortably deep Busan accent making its way present the way it did when Jungkook was at his most relaxed. People always talked about his Busan accent being sexy. And you're damn right it was. But there were special moments (like this) where Jungkook's voice would drop to a tender hum. As if he was drifting to sleep. Sounding sweet and viscous as if his lips dripped with honey.

Jungkook sounded almost too cute for you to withstand and when he wriggled to get comfortable under the bath, the back of his head laying comfortably against the tub's ledge while you dropped the washcloth you had in your hand to grab a bottle of your shampoo without a second thought, you could feel your heart practically melt at how... soft he was.

Yes, Jungkook was soft. There wasn't any other way to say it. Or maybe you just couldn't think of a better word to use at the moment because the way Jungkook made you feel clouded your mind and made your thoughts funky. This wasn't the first time you noticed Jungkook being unbearably cute. Over the course of your relationship, you noticed that the more comfortable Jungkook became with you, the more... cuter he was. The softer spoken and starry eyed he was.

The way he sounded made you reach for and grab your own shampoo without a second thought. 

It was insane to you that the man you met at the club and the person you fell in love after the club had showed himself to be a completely different person. A new person. His real person. The person that loved without boundaries. The human that poured his heart into everything he loved without being ashamed. 

Your person.

And when Jungkook was around you? When he was surrounded by your love, affection and care? When it was just the two of you like this? He couldn't help but slip into the feeling where he felt nothing but safety around you.

Nothing but... softness. In his heart. In his brain. Everywhere.

He wasn't sure what to call the headspace he was in. This was new to him. To feel this cared for and protected. Perhaps we could say you were his safe zone. The spot in your heart that he knew he would be safe within no matter what. You brought him comfort. Made him feel as though he could be himself without judgement. And when you took care of him like this? Willingly? Jungkook simply turned into putty. Allowing himself to be a mould you could play with and do practically anything to.

"Tilt your head back a bit more, love." You cooed, hands lathered with the shampoo and beginning to work your fingers through Jungkook's hair when his head leaned back for you, a soft purr leaving his lips that sounded as if he was in complete bliss the moment your hands started to move their way through his hair, "I love your hair like this." You complimented him, "Reminds me of when we first met. With your long hair. Wavy over your face. Looking like a cute little onigiri." You laughed sheepishly, massaging your fingers into Jungkook's scalp. Coating the thick, strong locks with your favorite shampoo,

"We've come a long way, haven't we." You murmured more to yourself than to Jungkook, not really expecting him to respond anyways, "Never thought I'd be so happy." A small laugh left your lips and you reached with your soapy hands to grab hold of the detachable shower head, turning it on to a slow setting before washing the suds away from your palms, "I'll wash it off now, okay?"

Jungkook was lost in the mellow vibrations of your voice while you talked. Feeling his eyes start to prick with tears for reasons unbeknownst to him. You both have come a long way without a doubt. A very long way with more hurdles to jump through. He couldn't believe how fast time had passed since the moment you had met to now.

Thankfully, you hadn't been paying attention as you hummed the melody of a tune to yourself while you washed his hair otherwise you would have caught that he had started tearing up thinking about just how far you both had truly made it. 

Never in this life did Jungkook think he would slip and fall into love with you. Never did he think he would find a love so pure and natural in the way he found with you. He was eternally grateful to be yours. To be able to share a love he had never known before.

"I love you, peach." Jungkook announced suddenly as you finished washing the shampoo suds away, his body turning in the tub so that he could face you, "I really do." He had a hand resting over the tub ledge, fingers creeping towards your knee where you had been sitting so comfortably close to him, 

"I needed this." He confessed with his cheeks rising in color, the beat of his heart thumping in his throat as he looked at you, "You always know how to make me feel better." Jungkook nodded with a smile budding across his rosy tinted lips, pearly white teeth greeting you in bunnylike fashion in his adorable Jungkook way, his head shaking quickly and making his sopped hair fly around his face to sprinkle the droplets from the shower around the bathroom like a puppy would do after their bath,

You beamed in pride with Jungkook's truthful words, your smile quickly turning into an airy chuckle, "Hey! Don't do that. I'm not going to mop the bathroom after you're finished shaking around like Bahm." You laughed, your fingertips finding his own and lacing together mostly in effort to stop him before he snuck his whole hand up and grabbed you by the leg and threw you into the tub with his mischievous hands dancing their way to you. 

You know he would try to do this because it's happened before. Twice. You just took a shower before joining him at the gym. You weren't going to unwillingly let yourself be thrown into a tiny tub with a too big Jungkook again,

"I love you too." You tugged your boyfriend up by his arm, making him glide to the edge of the tub closer to where you sat, "Of course I know how to make you feel better. I'm your girlfriend." You gave yourself a pat on the back before dropping his arm within your grasp to cup Jungkook's face by the cheek, your thumb gently wiping away tears from under his eyes that you had mistaken for water droplets, 

"You're so pretty, Koo." You whispered in awe as you looked at Jungkook, eyes marveling at his beauty, "So handsome." You watched the way his eyes turned lidded with longing as you inched closer, your lips hovering mere inches away from one another's, "So perfect." You added, lips placing a gentle kiss against Jungkook's own and reeling him into you,

"And all yours." Jungkook finished your sentence without haste, lips eagerly pressing back against yours to return the offering,

"That's right." You whispered, kissing over the lip ring along Jungkook's mouth before you connected your lips together once more. The gesture soon reciprocated as Jungkook moved his mouth against yours. His soapy hand reaching up to grab your wrist as you held his face between your hands.

Your lips hardly parted unless it was for Jungkook to slot his own against yours. You didn't mean for the kiss to turn deep so quickly but it did anyways. Your tongues touching and making Jungkook let out one of the hottest moans you've ever heard right into your mouth. You swallowed every sound he made. Obviously getting the hint that this intimate moment shared between the two of you was something Jungkook appreciated more than beyond you could imagine. But you had to stop. Had to bring yourself to a halt before anything else transpired because well... priorities.

Bruised lips and breathless lungs later, you began to part ways from the addictive drug that was Jungkook's kisses. You had to. Otherwise, you would both be here making out by the bathtub for the rest of the night. Not that either of you had a problem with that.

But... again... priorities.

Tacos. Yes... Tacos.

"Do your skincare and dry off, okay?" You murmured between kisses to which Jungkook literally pouted against your lips over, "I'll grab you something fresh to wear." You pulled away from his lips only to find yourself sucked in by Jungkook's heavy gaze again. His eyes glazed with pure desire paired with a glossy sheen on his lips from yours on his own just moments ago, "Don't look at me like that." You grumbled, feeling your stomach flip at the way he watched you with pure want.

"Look at you like what?" He breathed out, laying his arm over the ledge of the tub and resting his chin on top of his arm. Round, longing eyes wandering over your form as you stood up from the ledge of the tub, shameless eyes roaming from your back to your ass then wandering up to your head before you caught him, "Look at you the way I always look at my lovely tease of a girlfriend?" He questioned, dark eyebrow raising with smugness,

An exaggerated sigh left your lips as you listened to him speak, your face turning away to hide the silly blush making its presence known along your cheeks and your legs suddenly feeling shaky from his watchful gaze on your back, "Skincare after you dry off." You warned him again with a look, finally disappearing out of the bathroom,

"I think I'll hang out here for a bit longer." Jungkook called out to you as you hung a towel up nearby for him to grab on his way out of the tub, body sinking lower once again into the bath water, "I think I'll stay here for a long while." He grumbled to himself, thankful for the bubble bath filled water covering his body and more importantly, covering the embarrassing, raging erection he had pulsing under the water from just kissing you. 

What could he say? He was sprung. 

...

"You better not be using my toner, Jeon Jeongguk. That thing costs an arm, and you use way too much of it. Just a dime sized amount is enough." You called from the bedroom when you heard the familiar sound of your skincare bottle being shaken from the bathroom followed by a very unconvincing "I'm not using it!"  Whine from Jungkook right after he had been caught red handed.

"I can just buy you a new one." You heard Jungkook by the doorway of the bedroom a moment later, "I can buy you seventy of them if you want." He shrugged, a towel in his hand ruffling through his hair to dry the dampened locks off, "Hell, I'll buy you your very own skincare store if you wanted me to." He half joked, tossing the wet towel aside as he came closer into the room, the other towel wrapped snug around his waist loosening considerably as he walked, "You want a stock share in the brand? I can get you that too." He patted over his face as he strolled into the bedroom, feeling noticeably refreshed after his bath,

One thing about Jungkook is that if you said you wanted something... if you so mentioned you liked something even, he was willing to go stock up on every single product of that item you enjoyed because he wanted to make you happy.

"Not necessary, babe. Just stop using it and we'll be fine." You gave him a grin as you passed by, laying a comfy outfit for him on the bed, "Or, I don't know... buy your own?" You looked over towards Jungkook, shoulders shrugging in nonchalance, "Just a suggestion." You rolled your eyes as he made his way over to you where you stood by the bed, strong arms sliding around your waist to hug you from behind as his still wet chest pressed into your back and still wet hair brushed your cheek when he rested his chin over your shoulder,

"Now where's the fun in that?" He challenged, lips pressing a kiss against your cheek as he snuggled you, "Is that what you picked for me to wear? Matching hoodies, huh? How typical." He nosed over your shoulder, arms squeezing your waist as he tugged you tighter against him, "How predictable." He teased, teeth nibbling over your shirt, "But I love it."

You twisted yourself around Jungkook's hold, your hands resting idly along his abdomen as you looked up at him, letting him crush you against his strong frame, "How typical and predictable for you." A huff left your lips, "Don't act like you didn't start the trend of matching your every outfit with mine." You couldn't hide the smile along your lips, fingertips dancing up along his abdomen and touching over the set of rock-hard abs he had before reaching his chest and then finally snaking your arms around his neck, "And don't act like you aren't feeling some type of way over matching with me now too."

Jungkook snorted out a laugh, hair shaking over his eyes and making the ends flick with water as he chuckled, "I'm feeling some type of way about other things right now." He nodded, making you roll your eyes into the back of your head at his corniness, "What?" His lips pursed as he tilted his head to watch you, "Can you blame me?" His gaze dropped to your outfit and you huffed out loud,

"I'm literally wearing sweats, Jungkook. Your sweats. Be serious."

"That's when you're the prettiest." Your boyfriend mused, hands moving from around your waist to rest at your hips, eager fingers pulling at the waistband of his sweatpants on your body, "You always look good in my clothes." His lips spread into a proud grin when you wriggled your way out of his grasp, giving him the chance to grab a pair of boxers from his drawer to pull them on, tossing the wet towel to the side of the room after he hiked his underwear on,

"Good to know." You moved away from Jungkook's hold to allow him to get dressed and sighed loudly, "I'm probably going to be wearing your clothes for a while because nothing of my own fucking fits anymore." You grumbled, making Jungkook's eyebrow raise in question, "What? You haven't noticed that I literally can't even button my jeans anymore? All I've done since I met you was eat and laze around. Now my ass can't even fit into my own clothes. I broke a fucking nail trying to zip them up the other day, Koo." You glared at Jungkook who only stared back you with a blank expression,

"What are you talking about?" Jungkook was dumbfounded, head tilting to the side as he stood there in utter confusion.

"Ugh. Men." You groaned, holding a hand up for Jungkook to see your hand that was missing one of your acrylics, "Broke. A. Nail, Jungkook. I'm horrified." You sounded out before your eyes closed in frustration, pressing your fingers against your temples, "I'm sorry. My period is supposed to be here soon so I'm just... all over the place." You shook your head and forced yourself to smile, climbing onto the bed and pulling a pillow over yourself as you crossed your legs and sat there, "I'm fine. Don't look at me like I have three heads. I swear I'm just pms'ing. And I still want those tacos. I'll mope about it tomorrow. Just get dressed before I start screaming about my clothes not fitting again."

Jungkook stood there surprised into silence as he watched you go through every emotion at once, "Babe..." He shook his head quickly, moving the clothes you had laid on the bed out of the way as he climbed onto the bed, wet upper body and all, he laid on his stomach in front of you as he tried to pull the pillow away from your arms, "Your clothes don't fit because I accidentally left them in the dryer for too long the other day." His brows furrowed, lips drooping sadly,

"Stop lying to make me feel better, Jungkook before I punch you in the head." Your face buried into the pillow, voice muffled against it.

"It's true! And what's wrong if your clothes don't fit? We can just go out and buy new ones." A small pout formed along his lips, "Your body is perfect. Everything about you is perfect. I don't even know how to respond to you because you don't even see how perfect you are." He poked at your shin, tugging the leg of your sweats lightly to get you to look at him, "Every part of you." Jungkook nodded with pure honesty, your gaze finally meeting his own,

"I'm bloated like a turkey right now." You announced, tossing the pillow away from covering yourself as Jungkook moved from laying on his stomach to sitting up now, scooping you up into his arms and bringing you into his lap with one easy motion, "My friend's party is Friday and all the dresses I packed literally make me look like I'm pregnant. This is a nightmare." You complained as you pressed your face into his bare chest to hide, feeling Jungkook's hand rubbing over your back to comfort you,

"That just sounds like we need to go shopping, mama." He suggested, "We both can get something new to wear. That way we're the best-looking couple there. Get our nails done too?" He hummed, "Matching colors?" He pondered, brain wracking to figure out a way to comfort you, his suggestions sounding as if he was stepping on eggshells around you because he wasn't sure if what he would say would set you off again,

You didn't expect Jungkook to understand the way you felt. You didn't need him to. You were your own person with your own very valid feelings but he handled it so well anyways. Better than you could ever ask for. Every complaint you had; he found a solution for.

He didn't make you feel bad for your insecurities. And instead, he very truthfully admitted that he couldn't notice the silly things you were worried about. He was right. So what if you had grown out of your clothes? It was the product of being in a healthy relationship.

You were finally taking care of yourself. Getting proper amounts of sleep, water and food. You had someone looking out for you and doing a good job to care for you too. So what if your dresses didn't fit the same as they did before? As we age, our bodies change. Things we could do even a year ago weren't easily attainable anymore. Clothes that fit us a month ago could easily feel too loose or too shrunk. It was the method called growing up. Getting older. Living.

Jungkook still thought you were beautiful... It was up to you to make yourself feel it too.

"Fine. Shopping. Before Friday... and new nails. Yes." You spoke the words with a grumble, peeking your head up from Jungkook's chest to look up at him, "You don't even have to try to look the best. You're the hottest man I've ever laid eyes on. Respectfully." You gave him a cheesy smile, "I could put you in a paper bag and you would look good."

Jungkook rolled his eyes and tried to hide the smile creeping up onto his face from your compliment, "And you have a face that should be on every billboard in sight. Let every skyline see how gorgeous you are." He reached up, pushing the hood of his sweater you had over your head off so that he could see you better, "You have a smile that could light my heart on fire." He leaned down, pressing a kiss against your forehead, "And eyes that could snatch my soul from me." A gentle finger brushed over your cheek, moving a strand of hair away from your face, "Can't wait for the day I can show you off to everyone." Jungkook whispered, "Let everyone see my world."

See, the difference between you and Jungkook is that this man could speak exactly what was on his mind and make you turn into jelly within his very grasp. 

You on the other hand, had to take a minute to collect your thoughts because the way you would get lost in Jungkook's eyes made it difficult to articulate an intelligent sentence.

Jungkook had no problem turning into Shakespeare to detail things about you that you never paid attention to. He had no shame in his game. You loved him for that. To speak the words you couldn't say. To feel the emotions you couldn't show him. 

It was though he dipped his hand into the cavity of your chest and touched your heart with the things he said. As if with the touch of his lips against your forehead, he peeked into your brain and absorbed every unsaid thought that crossed your mind. It was impossible to grow tired hearing him speak.

Your insecurities were still there. Nagging at the back of your mind like a fly that wouldn't go away. But your relationship with Jungkook was more healthier than to let these thoughts break your spirit. 

He did manage to make you feel better though. Perhaps he did accidentally let your clothes run for too long on the drying cycle. Or perhaps you were just in the healthiest relationship you've ever had and filling out some jeans was just the way it was meant to be. 

Either way, Jungkook really did settle the butterflies of anxiety fluttering around in your stomach. He really did make you feel like yourself. To the point where you grumbling about jeans not fitting did seem ludicrous. Hey, if they don't fit. Get new ones. You had to hand it to Jungkook for always seeing things on the brighter side.

Pushing the negative thoughts to the back burner for a bit, you leaned in and left a grateful kiss against Jungkook's tattooed shoulder, rubbing your nose over his skin in the process to inhale his freshly showered and yummy scent, 

"Maybe that day will come faster than we think." You hinted, your eyes traveling from the tattoos on his bare skin to his chiseled face, "The more I think of it... the more I reflect... the less I want to sign those documents from Mr. Bang." You confessed with a sigh, not even sure if you were saying the right thing,

"But I want to do it by my own hand." Jungkook nodded with a sniff, "I want to do it with a free heart. Not hiding behind my company."

"We will, Koo." You reassured him with a hum, "One day."

You left it at that. Knowing the way Jungkook felt about the NDAs and having to hide your relationship. You wanted to come out with the truth too, but you still stuck to your belief that it was too soon. Jungkook was at the height of his career right now. Everything could change. For the worst or for the better. You didn't want to think about it now.

With an heart full of uncertainty, Jungkook sighed and pressed his forehead against yours. His eyes closing, "This is what I'm worried about." He whispered quietly, his voice hushed in the quiet space of your bedroom, "That my hand will be forced. That I'll have no choice." Jungkook's lips twitched and he shook his head quickly, "I keep having these dreams. That...." He trailed off, "...That Sora's up to no good."

Great, now your dreams were connected too?

"Your company sent her that cease and desist though, right? That might be the reason why she's so quiet." You blurted your thoughts out loud, "Last thing I heard from Taehyung was that Hybe served her with papers to shut the fuck up... legally." You shrugged, "Maybe it worked."

Jungkook scoffed, "They have to do more than that for it to work."

"They will, honey. With time." You reached up and cupped Jungkook's chin, making him look at you, "It's all a process. A painstaking process. But trust me, everything your company is doing is right." You tried to sound as sure as possible over what you were saying but truthfully, you didn't have the slightest clue if anything could sway Sora anymore.

Jungkook let out another small sigh and nodded, his lower lip jutting out in thought, teeth nibbling over his lip ring before he spoke, "We should really go on a vacation after my concert." He suddenly spoke, his eyes on your face, "Just me and you. Somewhere far for a bit. Away from..." He motioned to the air with his hand before resting it back around your waist where it had been all this time, "...All of this." He nodded, 

"I don't care where. As long as it's just us." Jungkook's hand snuck up under the back of your hoodie, fingers drumming along your lower back, "Wouldn't that sound good?" His voice dropped to a lower octave, soft, careful fingertips running along your spine, "Wouldn't it be nice to go to a place where we can just be us for once? Where I can be me?"

"And where would that be? The moon? Outer space?" You questioned, leaning into Jungkook's touch, "Everyone knows you no matter where you go." You chuckled, a hint of sadness in your laugh, "You don't exactly have a forgettable face, you know. Maybe even the aliens on Mars know who BTS is."

Jungkook exhaled a soft laugh, "We'll figure it out." His freehand joined the other under your sweater, calloused palms running along your bare skin in gentle circles that made your vision haze, "I think people call it a baecation or something?" His annotation made a loud laugh leave your lips, your head feeling fuzzy from his touch all at the same time, "Did I say it right?" He asked, "Baecation." He said the word again, making you chortle with laughter.

This was a melody Jungkook loved to hear. He did these things on purpose. Said silly things on purpose just to hear that sweet chime of giggles leave your lips, "Vacation. Baecation. Whatever. I just want to be with you. Alone. No responsibilities. No worries."

Jungkook wasn't even sure himself where he was going with this. He was just... speaking. Manifesting. Projecting his desires to the earth so that the universe would give him exactly what he wanted, 

"Just us." His lips hovered over yours when he spoke again, this time, your lips just barely brushing against each other's while you let his hand explore your body. You weren't sure how his hands managed to travel from your back to under the waistband of your sweats, gentle touches lingering over your ass before he grabbed over your bare skin with a soft squeeze.

His voice sounded too sensual for just a regular conversation, and you convinced yourself that you were just too delusional to tell the difference. But something in the way Jungkook touched you... The way his hands knew exactly where to move. Where to squeeze. Where to hold. It made goosebumps line your skin. Made you feel as though you weren't hallucinating his actions. Made your head lull back for him to press his lips against the front of your throat when he leaned into you. Made your neck tilt to the side for him to trace his lips along your skin too. Soft lips moving long your jawline. Across your cheek. 

He had you wrapped around his finger. Making you give in to whatever he pleased.

"Okay maybe it does sound nice." You confessed with a hitch in your throat when Jungkook's teeth scraped over the side of your neck, "Somewhere far away." You nodded in agreement, starting to feel your skin burn up under the clothing you were wearing that suddenly felt too heavy and hot to be in, "I'd like that."

"Somewhere without people." A hand moved from under your shirt to guide your face to his, "No walls with neighbors on the other side." He had you in a firm grip with his fingers clasped under your jaw now, the two of you sharing breaths as he whispered, 

"I would love that." You barely managed to breathe as Jungkook crowded your space. 

"I know you would love that." He leaned in and nipped over your lower lip with his teeth, a surprised but nevertheless lewd mewl leaving your lips as he tugged your lower lip back between his lips before crashing his mouth against yours. Kissing you with pure intent. Knocking the wind out of your lungs once again in the process.

You couldn't help the sinful noises leaving your mouth as he kissed you until your lips hurt, "We definitely have to go to the moon then." You managed to get out between kisses, your lips flowing fluid with each other's now as Jungkook moved your positions so that you were laying down on your back now, his form trapping you against the bed as he towered over you,

"Definitely... the moon." You breathed out against his lips, letting your back fall with a gentle plop onto the bed as you found Jungkook fitting himself perfectly between your thighs,

Jungkook hummed a noise of agreement, the smile along his lips smug and full of sin as the kiss continued,

"Let me make you see the stars first then."

"Then tacos?" Your hands were on Jungkook's chest, stopping him from leaning in further as you looked at him with pure seriousness in your eyes, "Right?" You blinked, making Jungkook tch at you with a snort,

"Then tacos." He nodded, lips connecting with yours once more, earning himself a satisfied sigh from you.

...

The next morning... err afternoon... you woke up in a daze. Body sore. Hair a disheveled mess. And a stomach without the tacos you had been dreaming about because you and Jungkook grew too tired to move after... you know what.

You blinked up at the ceiling, a loud yawn leaving your lips as your eyes try to warm up to the sun filled room before you slapped a hand over to Jungkook's side of the bed only for the palm of your hand to smack into an empty mattress, a noise of surprise humming out of your lips when you turned to find a handwritten note on Jungkook's pillow in his absence, your eyes barely opened as you snatched it up and sat up faster than the speed of light, vision blurry with sleep as you tried to make out the first words on the note:

"Start at the driveway."

-JK.

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A/N - If you haven't figured out what jks note means, go back and read the chapter titled "yellow"  :D 

btw thank you to all my lovelies who entered the giveaway and congrats to the winner! <3 if you missed it, dont worry there will be another one in the future <333333