He holds your hands in his. "I want you to know that the only reason I seem to pick fights with you, argue, and bicker is because, well," he pauses and swallows hard as if there is a lump in his throat.

"I was trying to hide how I felt about you, and it helped keep my body under some form of control. The way you always argued back, I figured you didn't like me."

You start to speak, and he shushes you with a finger to your lips again, but this time, you run your tongue between your lips and to his finger. His eyes widen, and he shifts around on the chair as if uncomfortable.

"Oh my god, will you stop? You're distracting me." He pushes one hand across his lap, applying downward pressure.

You lower your head and look at him through your lashes, trying not to giggle at his reaction, "I'm sorry. I will listen and not interrupt now."

You were just nervous, and sometimes, you do or say silly things when you get anxious.

"Good." He sighs more under control of a particular part of his anatomy and continues, "I tried to distance myself from you and my feelings, but I found my heart seeking you out. If arguing and bickering was the only way to stay near you, then that is what I did. After our first night together, I realized I was already in love."

Your eyes are open wide in surprise. You weren't expecting this. Nervous, you say the first thing that comes to mind without thinking, "Who?"

He chuckles and says, "You, Jelan. I'm in love with you." He kisses you and gently holds your face in his hands as he deepens the kiss. You return his kiss in equal measure.

Jungkook says, "Baby, I know it was your first time that night, and we both had too much to drink." You blush, and he does, too, but he looks into your eyes and says, "I want to love you—right. Tonight."

You can't believe this is happening. He's left you speechless.

In earnest, he says, "I can make it better. I can make it right."

He is surprised you are sitting there so quietly. He holds your hands, looking at you uncertainly, "Aren't you going to say anything?"

A little flustered, you ask, "So, I can talk now?"

You softly laugh, trying to buy yourself time to gather all the thoughts flying through your head. He told you he is in love with you and that he wants you back in his bed. You can't quite get a grip on it all, so much all at once. You don't know what to say, so you just say something stupid.

"I was wondering if you were done." You think, 'Oh my gosh, I am such a blubbering idiot.'

He grins at you and says, "I'm not done about us, but I would like to know what's on your mind, in your heart?"

You sigh quickly, "I will tell you the truth, Jungkook."

His face suddenly looks so sad, so you hurriedly continue. "I tried not to fall in love with anyone. It looked too painful to me. That is one reason I argued with you so much. It was to keep my feelings in check, to hide my heart from you."

Jungkook looks at you with a confused frown, and he starts to speak, but you put a finger to his lips to shush him.

"I get to talk now, and you listen."

He nods, and so you continue: "I knew at Hobi and Lilly's wedding that I was falling for you. That made me angry—angry at you for making me lose my heart. I know that doesn't make any sense, but it did to me at the time."

You stand, grab his hand, and pull him up. You stand there, looking into each other's eyes.

Finally, he asks, "What are you trying to say?"

You blush and softly caress his cheek, "I'm in love with you, Jungkook, and I want you."

He passionately kisses you, lifts you into his arms, and walks back up the dock toward the house.