Bite me, bruise me

Leave me like you do

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Jungkook's Point of view :

In the days after Moon's birthday, I saw a big change in her. She seemed distant and scared. Dark circles were under her eyes, and her usual lively spirit was gone. It was like something had broken her.

I couldn't figure out why she was like this. Was she mad at me for not taking her out on her birthday? Or had she heard something between me and Jimin that made her lose trust in me? Most of our talks happened when she was asleep, but there was always a worry in my mind.Seeing her like this bothered me deeply. Moon had always been strong and spirited, even when I kept her here, but now she seemed broken.

As I watched her from a distance, I wondered what went wrong and if there was anything I could do to fix the trust slipping away. I sat down beside Moon on the balcony sofa, her eyes still fixed on the dark sky. The tension in the air was thick, and I felt a knot in my stomach. I knew I had to talk to her about her mood, but I wasn't sure how to start.

Taking a deep breath, I decided to break the silence. "Moon," I began gently, "I've noticed that something is bothering you. Is there anything you want to talk about?" My voice was soft, hoping to show my genuine concern for her.

Moon turned her head to look at me, her expression a mix of emotions. Her eyes had a trace of sadness, but there was also a flicker of fear. It was clear she was struggling with her own thoughts and feelings.

"Please, Moon," I said, leaning closer, my obsession for her evident in my eyes. "I need to know what's wrong. I can't stand seeing you like this."

She hesitated for a moment before finally speaking, her voice soft and shaky. Moon's question hung in the air, heavy with uncertainty. Her voice trembled as she asked, "When will you set me free from this?" The vulnerability in her words struck me like a sharp blade, and for a moment, I didn't know how to respond.

I had expected questions like this to arise sooner or later, but that didn't make it any easier to address. I took a deep breath, searching for the right words to convey the truth without causing her further distress.

I met her gaze, and my voice was soft but firm as I replied, "Never." The word hung there, heavy and final, a stark reminder of the reality we both faced. It was a difficult truth to accept, and I could see the pain it brought to Moon's eyes.

I knew my response would likely shatter any hope she had held onto, but I couldn't offer false promises. The world I lived in was unforgiving and filled with dangers, and I believed that keeping her by my side was the only way to ensure her safety.

Moon's question pierced through the heavy silence like a dagger. Her voice quivered with emotion as she asked, "How would you feel if someone took your freedom?" It was a question that resonated deeply within her, and I could see the turmoil in her eyes.

I took another deep breath, trying to remain calm. "Moon," I said softly, "I know it's hard. But I can't let you go. You mean too much to me. I can't lose you. I need you with me." My obsession for her was clear in my eyes, and I hoped she could understand, even just a little.

As I looked into her eyes, I saw fear, frustration, and sadness. Her question wasn't just about empathy; it showed her own struggle. She longed for freedom, and that desire was clear on her face.

I could feel her vulnerability, and it tugged at something inside me. Despite the circumstances that had brought us together, I couldn't help but feel for her. She had been thrown into a world of confinement and uncertainty, and her question echoed the pain she felt.

I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. It was a silent acknowledgment of the pain she was going through. While I couldn't offer her the freedom she wanted, I could at least be a source of support in her life, a steady presence in the chaos that surrounded us.

"I can't imagine how hard it must be," I said softly. "But I promise you, I'll do everything to keep you safe."

Moon's eyes stayed fixed on the snow-covered landscape beyond the balcony. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and I could sense her despair. Her voice was barely a whisper as she responded, "But how are you going to save me from you?"

Those words hung in the air, heavy with truth. Moon's fear and uncertainty had taken root deep within her, and it was clear that she saw me as a threat, not a protector. The realization hit me hard.

As she said those words, I felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness. I wanted to be her savior, the one who would shield her from harm, but I had become the source of her distress. It was a painful irony that gnawed at my soul.

Moon's grip on my coat's sleeve tightened, as if she feared I might leave her in that vulnerable moment. Her eyes pleaded for understanding, for reassurance, and for something more: trust. She didn't yet know the depths of my feelings for her, the real affection that had grown between us, but I was determined to show her.

I knelt in front her , my gaze locked with hers. "I don't want to hurt you," I whispered, my voice full of sincerity. "You have to believe me, Moon. I'd do anything to protect you, even if it means protecting you from myself."

Slowly, as if drawn by an invisible force, we closed the gap between us. Our hearts pounded in sync with the rhythm of the distant city. The night air was thick with the scent of wet snow concrete and the faint aroma of blooming jasmine, a stark contrast to the storm raging within us. The balcony lights cast a warm, golden hue across her face, highlighting the concern etched into her features.

Our lips met, a tender and hesitant connection as if testing the waters of our emotions. The soft, warm press of her mouth against mine sent a shiver down my spine, a jolt of electricity that coursed through my veins, igniting a fire within me that had been smoldering for so long. Her eyes searched mine, questioning, pleading for understanding.

Her hand reached up to touch my face, her cold fingertips sending a chill through me, but it was a welcome one. It was a gentle reminder of the reality that lay just beyond the cocoon of our embrace. The world around us was a tumultuous sea of uncertainties, but here, in this stolen moment, we had found an island of calm.

The kiss grew more urgent, our bodies moving closer of their own accord. She placed a tentative leg over mine, and I pulled her onto my lap. The chilly bite of the winter's night was forgotten as we sought refuge in the warmth of each other's arms. Her soft curves melded into the contours of my body, fitting perfectly as if we had been made for this moment alone. Our kiss deepened, a silent assertion of need and longing that beat the words we couldn't bring ourselves to say.

Moon's fingers tightened in my hair, and I felt the pulse at the base of her neck quicken. I traced the line of her jaw with my thumb, feeling the smoothness of her skin, and the rapid beat of her pulse under my fingertips. Her lips parted slightly, inviting me in deeper, and I eagerly accepted her silent invitation. Our tongues danced a delicate tango that spoke of our longing and desire. The taste of her was intoxicating, a sweetness that had me craving more. The gentle pressure of her against me grew stronger, a silent plea for me to hold her closer, to never let her go.

 Her soft whimpers grew louder, a crescendo of need that pierced the silence of the night.Reluctantly, I pulled away, my own breath coming in ragged gasps. The cold night air kissed our overheated skin, a disparity to the warmness of our embrace. Moon's eyes searched mine, wide and glassy with desire, and I knew that the line between love and lust had blurred into oblivion. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen and bruised from our emotional query , and she looked absolutely breathtaking

I reached out, brushing a strand of her chestnut hair away from her flushed face, my fingers gentle and reassuring. "Fuck....Fuck...I can't control myself anymore," I thought.