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Chapter 17: (Aaira's pov)

Jungkook leaned in, his lips brushing mine softly, a tender and lingering kiss that conveyed his love and concern.

Jungkook: I'm going downstairs. I have a meeting. Please don't disturb me for some hours, and try to sleep well.

I nodded, managing a weak smile as I looked down, the regret of confronting the truth was still there. I watched as he gathered his things and left the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

The silence that followed was almost deafening. I lay back against the pillows. Though I had smiled for Jungkook, my heart was still bleeding internally with regret over my visit to the basement.

As I stared at the ceiling, the events of the past few days played in my mind like a cruel, relentless loop. I wished I could turn back time, erase the questions I had asked, the answers I had received. But I knew that was impossible. The only way forward was to confront the truth and find a way to move past it.

I turned to my side, clutching the soft sheets closer, my mind wandered to Jungkook downstairs, likely already immersed in his work. I felt a pang of guilt for burdening him with my situation, for not being able to share the truth with him.

The minutes ticked by slowly, each second stretching into an eternity. I closed my eyes, willing myself to find some rest, but sleep eluded me. The scent of jasmine filled the room, a gentle reminder of the calmness I craved but couldn't quite grasp.

After what felt like hours, I finally decided to get up, his meeting must have been over, then why was he not here, yet. Staying in bed, surrounded by my thoughts, was driving me mad. I needed a distraction, something to occupy my mind. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, feeling slightly dizzy but still I didn't stay back.

I walked to the window and looked out, at the night sky. The sun had dropped completely as the moon had already hovered over. The view was beautiful, there were so many stars in the sky, tears dripped down my eyes restlessly without any control. I took a deep breath, letting the cool air wash over me, to wash over my tears, but no use.

I glanced back at the trolley Jungkook had brought in earlier, the teapot was still warm. I poured myself another cup of tea and took a sip. The tea helped to calm my nerves, even if just a little.

As I sipped my tea, my thoughts turned to the basement again. The questions I had asked, the answers I had received. I knew I couldn't avoid it forever.

I was startled from my reverie by a small, familiar figure at the corner of the room. Annabelle, our fluffy white cat, sat there, her big blue eyes watching me intently. I called her to me.

Aaira: Annabelle, come here, girl.

She quickly trotted over, her soft fur brushing against my legs. I picked her up and hugged her close. She nuzzled her head against my face, her whiskers tickling my skin as she tried to wipe away my tears. I couldn't help but chuckle softly at her sweet gesture.

Aaira: Oh, Annabelle, what would I do without you?

She purred in response, her tiny body vibrating with each gentle rumble. I held her a little tighter, giving her a peck on the forehead.

Aaira: Do you think Y/n was lying?

I asked, Annabelle looked at me with her innocent eyes, clearly not understanding my question. I chuckled again, realizing how absurd it was to seek answers from a kitty.

Aaira: Why would you understand? You're just a baby.

Annabelle meowed softly, as if to agree with me, and settled comfortably in my lap. Her presence was soothing, a small respite from the storm raging in my mind. I stroked her fur absentmindedly, my thoughts were consumed on jungkook.

Aaira: I wish you could talk, Annabelle. Maybe you'd have some wise advice for me.

She purred louder, her eyes slowly closing in contentment. I smiled at her, grateful for her companionship. As I sat there, holding Annabelle, I realized that I needed to confront Y/N again, but not tonight. Tonight, I needed to rest, I leaned back against the couch.

Aaira: One day at a time, right, Annabelle?

She meowed again, her eyes now fully closed as she drifted into sleep. I envied her ability to find peace so easily. With a deep sigh, I closed my eyes, hoping that I, too, could find some rest, even if just for a little while. But I couldn't.

As Annabelle settled into a peaceful slumber on the bed, I gently placed her down, reluctant to disturb her tranquility. Despite my fatigue, sleep eluded me. Ignoring Jungkook's request for rest, I made my way downstairs. I knew where I would find him-the library, a place where he often retreated to gather his thoughts and delve into his work.

The mansion was quiet as I moved through the corridors, the soft glow of the lamps were the only light. The familiar scent of old books greeted me as I reached the library door. Without hesitation, I pushed it open and stepped inside. I moved towards the shelf and pulled the golden book.

As I entered the hidden passage from the library. The narrow stairway led me deeper underground into the hidden and the most beautiful part of our house, away from the cozy ambiance of the mansion above.

As I descended further into the underground chambers, I approached the room where Jungkook is often found for his artistic pursuits. Finally, as I reached the bottom of the stairs and stepped into the chamber, I saw him.

Jungkook stood with his back to me, his strong frame silhouetted against the warm glow of the hearth fire. He was shirtless, focused entirely on the canvas before him, a paintbrush gripped firmly in his hand.

A soft smile touched my lips as I watched him. He hadn't yet sensed my presence, completely absorbed in his creative process. The play of light and shadow accentuated the contours of his shoulders and the sweep of his hair.

Careful not to disturb him, I quietly approached, stepping closer until I stood just a few feet behind him. tattooed arm, strong and defined, held the paintbrush with practiced precision.

Taking a deep breath, I gently traced my fingers along his arms, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my touch. His muscles tensed momentarily, surprised by my presence, but then he relaxed into my embrace.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing myself against his back, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. He closed his eyes, a small gasp escaping his lips, followed by a low, involuntary groan.

I rested my head against his shoulder, feeling the strength of his frame and the beat of his heart. He quickly pulled me away and he turned me to face himself, I laughed softly at his playful insistence.

Jungkook: Your every touch, every glance, fuels my obsession with you.

He had a mischievous glint in his eyes, a contrast to the serious concentration he had displayed moments ago on his canvas. I chuckled lightly, but he kept that mischievous smirk on his face. I tried to glace back at the painting, but before I could, he said.

Jungkook: No, no, no. Stay right here.

He gently guided me back in front of him, his hands resting on my shoulders, keeping me firmly in place.

Jungkook: I want to capture you just like this.

Jungkook's eyes sparkled with mischief as he slowly pulled down the fabric of my dress, a playful challenge in his gaze. I chuckled, playfully slapping his chest.

Aaira: Jungkook, stop it!

But he only grinned wider, his fingers deftly continuing to lower the hem until it revealed more of my skin. But his eyes were growing bigger with each scar that unraveled before his eyes. His expression shifted, becoming intense and focused, as if he were capturing something deeper than just a physical form.

Jungkook: I want to paint every part of you, Aaira. Every scar, every secret, every shadow.

As Jungkook gently laid me down on the sofa. He exposed more of my skin, Jungkook's hands trailed on my skin as he hovered over me, his touch both warm and possessive. He pulled down my dress completely, he was shocked to see so many scars on my body, but he tried to not react, because he didn't want to make things awkward for the both of us, he started giving soft kisses in their wake, on the scars, exposing more of my body to his hungry gaze.

His fingers traced circles around my nipples, pinching, teasing and tempting, sending a shiver down my spine, I moaned. As his hand trailed from my stomach to my legs, he was still kissing my skins, leaving hickeys in their wake. His touches were awakening something deep and primal within. Just as I began to respond with a soft moan.

Jungkook: In this moment, you're mine to create and to cherish.

He suddenly withdrew, leaving me breathless and wanting more. I could feel his intense gaze fixed on me. He looked at me with hunger, yet he walked back, his breath catching audibly as he took in the sight before him. His mouth hung slightly open in awe.

I could feel his gaze lingering on me, his eyes tracing every curve, every detail as if committing them to memory before transferring them onto his canvas. Suddenly, Jungkook let out a soft, almost involuntary groan, his hand pausing momentarily. His eyes met mine with desire and frustration, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. He looked at me and smiled, before saying.

Jungkook: You know what, My love ?

I looked at him, my eyes asking him the answer of his question.

Jungkook: Every brushstroke on the canvas tells a story, but you-you're my greatest masterpiece.

He said, as he turned away briefly, gripping the paintbrush tightly in his fingers. His face showed how focused he was, his brow furrowed as he stared at the canvas. Each stroke of the brush seemed careful and purposeful, as if he wanted to capture not just how I looked, but who I really was inside.

When he looked back at me, I saw a hint of pain in his eyes, a raw emotion he struggled to hide. His gaze moved over every part of me, every curve and scar, almost like he was memorizing them with each stroke of his brush. A deep moan escaped him.

Jungkook: Your beauty haunts me, Aaira.

His hands trembled slightly as he painted, his focus unwavering despite the tension between us. He seemed vulnerable in that moment, as if he was revealing parts of himself through his art that he normally kept hidden. He was always like this, he wanted to paint every sight of me that he would love to keep hidden from the whole world.

Aaira: Why do you like painting me like this?

I just kept staring at him, with my eyes watching his arm move with that flow, his tattooed arm, looked so beautiful adorned with sweat. He looked at me and chuckled, before saying.

Jungkook: Because, you are work of art, and I am merely the artist compelled to bring it to life.

I watched as his skilled hands moved swiftly across the canvas behind me, creating fluid strokes and intricate details. I couldn't see the painting yet, but I could sense his intent focus and passion in every brushstroke.

Jungkook: You're my muse, Aaira. Always have been.

His words were like a soothing balm to my soul, reminding me of the deep connection we shared through art and love. I leaned back slightly against the sofa more, allowing him to work his magic while I savored his features.

As he painted, I stole glances at his face, watching the way his brows furrowed in concentration, the curve of his lips as he focused on capturing my essence on canvas. His artistic talent never failed to amaze me, each stroke revealing more of his vision and emotion.

Jungkook: Almost done.

His voice broke the silence, bringing my attention back to the present. I resisted the urge to stand and peek at the painting. Instead, he gently pulled a blanket over my body. With a soft yet tight grip, he helped me to my feet, the blanket clutched tightly around me. As I took a step toward the easel, he moved behind me, his hands covering my eyes in a playful yet protective gesture.

Jungkook: Not yet.

Jungkook whispered softly, guiding me forward. I could feel the warmth of his breath against my ear, the closeness of his body making my heart pound. But we finally stopped.

Jungkook: Ready?

He asked, I nodded, feeling the blanket slip slightly as he slowly uncovered my eyes, I saw him in front of me, I chuckled. Earning a slight laugh from him, as he held me with both my shoulders.

Jungkook: Okay, you can turn now.

He stepped back slightly, giving me room to face the canvas. I turned around slowly, my heart fluttering. And there it was-a portrait of me, painted with such depth and emotion that it took my breath away.

The colors were vibrant yet soft, capturing the warmth of my eyes and the curve of my smile, the scars of my body. He had captured not just my physical features but also the essence of who I was to him-his partner, his muse, his love.

Jungkook: With every gaze, I see a new story in your eyes, and I long to tell it.

He hugged me from behind, tightly. As he whispered in my ears softly. I blinked back tears, overwhelmed by the beauty and intimacy of his creation. It was a gift.

Jungkook: Do you like it?

He asked softly, his gaze searching mine for approval. I nodded, unable to find words to describe my affection.

Aaira: It's... it's perfect, Thank you.

I traced a finger gently over the stretch marks he had painted, the brushstrokes capturing every detail with loving precision. The delicate lines, highlighted by soft shades of color, I felt Jungkook's presence behind me, his warmth seeping into my skin.

Jungkook: This is the most beautiful thing about you.

He whispered behind my ear, his voice a husky caress.

Jungkook: The evidence of you giving birth to My Child.

I chuckled softly, as I turned slightly to look at him. His fingers brushed against my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine.

Aaira: You always know what to say.

I murmured, He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer.

Jungkook: It's the truth, Aaira. These marks, these scars-they tell the story of our love, our family. They're a part of you, and I love every bit of it.

I leaned into him, feeling his heartbeat against my back. His words washed over me, soothing the lingering doubts and fears i had earlier. The painting, the marks, the scars, everything was a part of our journey.

Aaira: Thank you, My Lord.

I whispered, my fingers tracing the lines on the canvas once more.

Aaira: For seeing the beauty in everything.

He turned me around to face him, his eyes locking onto mine.

Jungkook: Thank you for letting me.

He replied, his lips curling into a tender smile.

Jungkook: For being my muse, my love, my wife, mother of my child, my everything.

We held each other's gaze for what felt like an eternity, the intensity of our connection making the world fade away. Five minutes passed in silence, neither of us willing to break the moment.

I reached for the paint, dipped my finger into it, and gently smeared a streak across his nose. He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief, and quickly did the same to me. The cool touch of paint on my skin made me laugh, and soon we were both reaching for more colors, painting each other in spontaneous strokes of vibrant hues.

Jungkook: Careful of the painting!

He warned through giggles as we moved around, trying to avoid the canvas while splattering paint on each other. I stuck my tongue at him. He grinned and continued, his hands leaving colorful trails on my arms, cheeks, and even my hair.

Suddenly, we tumbled to the floor. Jungkook moved swiftly, placing his hand behind my head to cushion the fall, protecting me from the hard surface. Before I could react, he was above me, his eyes dark with desire.

He leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss. His mouth was warm and insistent, moving with a fervor that made my heart race. His hands, still smeared with paint, cradled my face as he deepened the kiss, our bodies pressing closer together.

The world around us disappeared, leaving only the sensation of his lips on mine, the taste of him, the feel of his body against me. His kisses trailed from my lips to my jaw, down my neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, not wanting the moment to end.

He pulled back slightly, his breath heavy, his eyes burning.

Jungkook: You drive me crazy, Aaira.

He murmured, his voice husky with emotion. I smiled, tracing a finger along his jawline.

Aaira: I love you.

He kissed me again, softer this time, his lips lingering on mine as if savoring the taste.

Jungkook: I love you too.

He whispered against my skin.

Jungkook: Always.

Jungkook pulled me into his embrace once again, wrapping the blanket around my naked body. His touch was gentle yet possessive, making me feel cherished and protected. He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me towards our chamber's bathroom.

As we entered the bathroom, he set me down gently on the cool tile floor, his eyes never leaving mine. The warm light casts a soft glow around us, creating an intimate atmosphere. He slowly unwrapped the blanket from around me, letting it fall to the floor, and I watched as his eyes roamed over my body.

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Jungkook turned on the shower, the sound of water filling the room. He stepped in first, holding out a hand to me. I took it, stepping into the warm cascade with him. The water washed over us, the heat enveloping our bodies as we stood close together.

He cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the stray drops of water. His lips found mine in a tender kiss, the sensation magnified by the warmth and intimacy of the moment. His hands trailed down my back, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.

Our kisses grew more urgent, more fervent. His mouth moved from my lips to my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, sending shivers down my spine. I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he continued his assault on my senses.

Jungkook's hands explored my body, tracing the curves and lines as if memorizing every detail. His touch was both gentle and demanding, a perfect blend of passion and tenderness. I responded in kind, my hands roaming over his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath my fingertips.

He pressed me against the cool tile wall, the contrast of temperatures heightening the intensity of our connection. His lips returned to mine, capturing them in a searing kiss that left me breathless. The water continued to pour over us, creating a sensual backdrop to our passionate embrace.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. It was just us, wrapped in the heat of the shower, lost in each other's touch and taste. Our kisses deepened, our bodies moving in sync as we explored and reveled in the closeness we shared.

As the water lapped softly around us, he positioned himself under me, as he sat back in the tub. his eyes locked onto mine. Slowly, I pulled him inside, as he entered me.

Jungkook: Keep it slow.

I slowly started to move, his hands held my hips for support. It continued for a good 10 mins as, we finally pulled apart, our breaths came in heavy pants, our foreheads resting against each other. Jungkook's eyes bore into mine, filled with an intensity that mirrored my own feelings.

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Jungkook: We should do this more often.

He murmured, a playful smile tugging at his lips. I chuckled, my fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

Aaira: I agree.

As we both bathed, the warm water soothing our bodies, there was a quiet comfort between us. Jungkook gently washed my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp as I leaned against him, enjoying the intimacy of the moment.

After drying off, we made our way to our bedroom, wrapped in fluffy towels. The soft glow of the bedside lamps welcomed us as we settled into bed, our bodies intertwined. Jungkook pulled me close, his arms around me protectively, and I snuggled against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath my cheek.

With the faint scent of jasmine still lingering in the air, we drifted into a peaceful sleep. Our dreams intertwine, As we slept, together as one.

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"In his eyes, my scars were stories, and he captured them all on canvas with reverence."

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