The soft click of the door echoed in the silence as Jimin left. The apartment suddenly felt heavier, like the walls themselves had absorbed all the pain they had just witnessed.

Jungkook glanced at Saga — her eyes distant, her frame trembling with quiet exhaustion. He didn’t rush. Instead, he carried her in bridal style to the couch. "Jungkook...!!!" Saga being a lil flustered and shocked at the same time. "Sshhhh...!! Let me handle you, my Sparkle." He let her sink into the cushions while he settled beside her, his body angled towards hers.

Trying to ease her mind, he gave a faint smile and looked around the apartment. “So… what do you think? About this place. Too quiet? Too bright? Or… too Jungkook?”

A soft, surprised laugh left her lips — barely there, but enough to melt the ice a little.

Saga looked around. “It’s… warm,” she murmured. “Safe. Feels like… you.”

Jungkook grinned. “That’s good. I was worried you’d say it smells like sweat and protein powder.”

She laughed again, this time a little louder, a little real.

“I tried to clean up, but I'm worst in it.” he added with mock seriousness. “They took three hours to clean the mess and arrange it like the Pinterest way.”

Saga shook her head slowly, a tiny smile playing on her lips. “You’re impossible.”

“But I made you smile,” he said softly, looking at her like she was the only thing he wanted to see for the rest of his life.

The smile on her face slowly faded — not out of discomfort, but from the weight sitting heavy in her chest. She looked down at her hands, clenched tightly in her lap.

The silence crept back in.

“I’m scared, Jungkook…” Her voice was barely audible. “What if I forget you?”

Jungkook stilled.

Her eyes remained lowered, but her hands were trembling now. “I— I can feel it sometimes. Like the edges of things are slipping… and I don’t know how to stop it. And I keep thinking… what if one day, I look at you and I don’t know who you are?”

He gently took her hand in his. “Sparkle...”

She couldn’t look at him. Her lips quivered, and the words tumbled out before she could stop them. “What if I forget us? What if everything we were just… fades?”

He reached up, cupping her face tenderly and tilting it toward him.

“Your heart won’t forget me, it can never forgot me.” Jungkook whispered. “Even if your mind betrays you… your heart won’t. It’ll remember every second we shared — because you were made to love me, Saga. Just like I was made to love you.”

Tears filled her eyes. She tried to speak but her voice cracked. “But if it doesn’t…”

“Then I’ll remind you, I promise.” he said instantly, his voice firm but gentle. “I’ll find you again and again, in every version of this world. Even if I have to make you fall for me every single day — I will. I will recreate everything if it needs to be, Ill turn the world upside down but I'll remind you all. Because I  know how much you crave me, and I can't let my Sparkle wait for me.”

She broke down, clutching his shirt as she cried softly into his chest.

Pulling her closer, Jungkook whispered into her hair, “You don’t have to carry this fear alone. I'm there with you always. Everywhere. Everytime.”

She pulled back slightly, her eyes red but steady. “I’ll make you a promise.”

He looked at her with complete attention.

“I will not forget you, Jungkook. I can forget everything else — this apartment, my own name, what day it is — but not you. Never you.”

“I know,” he said, brushing away her tears with the gentlest touch. “Because you and I… we aren’t just memories. We’re soul-deep. And that kind of love — it doesn’t vanish."

Saying this he stood up,"Okk...let me bring you some coffee you would be hungry."and walked towards the kitchen.

"Ill help you Kookie!", Saga said but Jungkook in an instance bent and put his index finger on her plum lips,"sshhhh.....mine Sparkle is Mine Queen. And King serves for Queen."

Saga got flustered and started blushing. And Jungkook swaying her this view in eyes went dancingly towards the kitchen.

Saga sat on the couch for a moment, watching Jungkook disappear into the kitchen, his playful humming drifting through the apartment. A faint smile still lingered on her lips, but it couldn’t mask the whirlpool inside her.

Drawn by the quiet call of the night, she slid the door open and stepped onto the balcony. The city stretched endlessly before her — lights twinkling like stars, cars moving like tiny fireflies in the veins of the streets. The wind brushed against her skin, cool and gentle.

But her heart wasn’t with the view.

It throbbed with a silent ache — a question looping in her mind like a haunting song: If I really lose myself… will I still feel this warmth, this love? Or will even the stars forget to shine for me?

She gripped the railing, knuckles white, tears threatening again — but she blinked them back, holding on to the echo of his promise.

Jungkook saw her in balcony. He approached  her with two mugs of coffee but didn't speak at first. Instead, he slowly kept the mugs on the table and let his hands settle on her waist, his chin resting atop her head, breathing her in-lavender and something uniquely her.

"You're thinking too loud," he murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

The silence between them wasn’t empty—it was filled with the quiet music of comfort, of presence, of hearts syncing breath by breath. Outside, the city whispered, but inside, it was just them.

Saga tilted her head to look at him. “You… really meant everything you said earlier? Even about the media… your career?”

Jungkook turned her in his holds, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His voice was soft, but unwavering. “I’ve spent years being the world’s Jungkook. But here, in this room, with you…I'm your Kookie. I get to just be yours. And I always wanted to be yours first, then others.”

Her eyes shimmered with tears—not of sadness, but of something gentler. Reverent. “Kookie… I don’t want you to lose everything for me.”

He smiled, leaning closer until their foreheads touched again. “I’m not losing anything, Sparkle. I’m finding everything. With you.”

Saga exhaled shakily, and Jungkook gently tilted her face toward his. He kissed her forehead — so softly like she was porcelain, like time itself bowed to them in that moment. Her fingers curled in the fabric of his shirt, and the world narrowed down to them.

Jungkook made her sat with steaming mugs of coffee on the balcony couch, wrapped in one blanket, watching the stars blink into view. Both were in their peace, melting in each other.

But, Saga let out a trembling sigh. “Kookie..!!". Jungkook softly hummed to this drawing circles on her shoulder inside the blanket.

"Sometimes I wonder… if we were just normal. Means...just a boy and a girl who met like everyone else. Just for instance, you be the cold boss and I be your assistant, fell in love over coffee orders, admiring each other doing works, fought over silly things, trying cringe stuffs, walked hand-in-hand in parks, watched movies just like in book and movies without pain lurking in the background… would it have been easier?huh?!”

Jungkook took a breath, watching her as if he could memorize every word she said.

“Maybe,” he replied. “Maybe it would’ve been easier… But it wouldn’t be us.”

She looked at him, with a lil confusion.

“It wouldn’t be this,” he said softly, placing his hand over her heart. “This fire, this chaos, this… depth. What we have… even the pain is proof that it’s real.”

He leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. “But tonight… let’s not think about what could’ve been. Lets praise what we get. And make it more gorgeous with each other's presence and love.”

She turned and leaned back into him, sighing with relief, "Just wondering how I got so lucky."

Jungkook turned her in his arms, his gaze darkening as he took in the way the light gilded her skin. "Luck had nothing to do with it," he said, voice rough. "I can fight with the universe for you."

Her breath hitched as his thumb grazed her lower lip. Jungkook's eyes got fixed to her slightly quivering, slightly smiling soft lips.

And then he KISSED her.

He kissed her — slow, grounding, full of every unspoken feeling. Saga didn’t hesitate for a second. She kissed him back, her hands now finding their way to his jaw, to his chest, as if trying to anchor herself in his presence.

His mouth slanted over hers, swallowing her gasp, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips until she opened for him. She tasted like the coffee he made for her she'd sipped earlier. and Jungkook groaned, pulling her tighter against him.

Saga's hands fisted in his shirt, her body arching instinctively into his.

He gently laid her back against the couch, his fingers brushing her cheeks, her neck, her collarbone — not with urgency, but reverence.

“I’m right here,” he murmured, in the kiss“And so are you.”

They didn’t need words after that. Every breath, every touch spoke for them.

"Kookie-",Saga spoke her voice such whisper that only Jungkook’s heart can hear.

"Tell me you want this," he demanded, his voice a low rasp. His eyes burned into hers, pupils blown wide. "Tell me you're sure. Yell me Sparkle..!!"

She didn't hesitate. "I've never been more sure of anything, Kookie..."

Without a word, he stood over and scooped her up in his arms, bridal style.

“Kookie...!!” she whispered, startled, her arms flying around his neck.

He smiled down at her, eyes full of mischief and something deeper. “Told you… my queen doesn’t stand on her feets when she have me.”

She buried her face in his chest, flustered.

He carried her through the quiet apartment, the city lights casting silver patterns on the floor.

In the bedroom, he gently laid her down, fingers brushing her cheek as he hovered close.

Their eyes met — hers uncertain, his unwavering.

Jungkook pulled his shirt over his head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside without breaking eye contact. His chest rose and fell with quiet tension, tattoos curling over his skin like secrets meant only for her.

Saga’s eyes traced every line, every shadow. Her fingers, slightly trembling, reached out and brushed over the defined planes of his chest, skimming the ink that marked his skin.

“You’re unreal,” she whispered, like a confession, her fingertips ghosting lower.

Jungkook’s breath hitched when her nails lightly scraped over his abs, and a low groan escaped him as his hips instinctively jerked forward.

“You keep touching me like that…” he murmured, voice deepening, “and I won’t be able to hold back.”

And then, he leaned in, kissing her slowly, like a vow sealed in silence, their world melting into warmth and breathless nearness.

Saga turned him on his back on bed and sat above Jungkook, straddling him with her thighs tight around his waist, her palms pressed to the hard planes of his tattooed chest.

As soon as Jungkook pulled her gently onto his chest, the familiar scent of his cologne enveloped Saga—intoxicating and deeply comforting.

Jungkook felt her soft movements against him, a small chuckle escaping his lips at her endearing behavior. With a tender gesture, he brushed a few strands of hair away from her face, his eyes gleaming with amusement and adoration.

“Are you sniffing me?” he asked with a teasing smile, though the fondness in his voice was unmistakable.

Saga let out a soft giggle, her eyes fluttering closed as she continued inhaling his scent. “Umm... you smell delicious…”

That simple confession made something inside Jungkook stir. He gently wrapped his arms tighter around her and dipped his face into the warmth of her hair.

“Really?” he whispered, lips brushing against her head. “What do I smell like?”

Still chuckling, her voice dropped into a near-whisper as she answered, “Like me…”

His heart stilled for a second—just long enough to melt.

A soft smile curved on his lips as he buried himself further into her, like he was trying to fuse her into his very being. “I smell like you?” he repeated, voice low, almost reverent.

Saga opened her eyes, looking straight into his with a quiet intensity. “Yes… actually, you smell like mine.”

Jungkook’s breath caught. The possessiveness in her voice, the tenderness behind her words—they undid him completely.

“Of course, I am,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m yours. And you’re mine.”

Without another word, she dipped her head toward his neck, brushing her nose softly along the sensitive skin there. Her movements were slow, delicate. Each inhale sent shivers down her spine—and his.

Jungkook chuckled under his breath, the sensation tickling him, but not enough to make him want her to stop. He simply held her close, letting her explore him.

“You like it?” he murmured, hand tracing lazy circles along her back.

“I love it…” she breathed, eyes closed as she lost herself in his scent, his presence, everything that made him him.

“I want to start this time,” she murmured, voice barely above a whisper, yet heavy with intent.

Jungkook raised a brow, his lips curving into a lazy, knowing smirk. “Oh?” His tone was amused, but the hunger in his eyes deepened—dark and thick with anticipation.

Saga leaned down, brushing her lips over his jawline, letting her breath warm his skin before trailing kisses down the side of his neck. “Just... lie back and feel me,” she whispered against his throat.

She rolled her hips slightly on his member, testing, teasing—and he hissed softly, his hands twitching beside him, resisting the urge to grip her.

Jungkook obeyed—for now.

Saga kissed down his chest, tongue flicking over his sternum, lips lingering on the dip between his ribs. She let her nails drag lightly over his abs, and his body tensed beneath her.

“You’re so beautiful,” she breathed, watching the way his muscles tightened with each slow, teasing touch.

He chuckled, low and strained. “You keep talking like that, Sparkle, and I’m going to forget who’s supposed to be in charge.”

Her hands moved lower, thumbs skimming under the waistband of his boxers. Jungkook sucked in a breath, but didn’t stop her. She wanted this—wanted to see him fall apart beneath her.

But then she looked up.

His eyes were on her—sharp, burning, patient. Like a lion letting its prey circle, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Saga tried to maintain her control, but the heat in his gaze made her thighs quiver. She bent down to kiss along the top of his chest again, trying to assert her lead—but Jungkook’s hand shot up, cradling the back of her neck, thumb stroking her nape.

“You sure about this?” he murmured, his voice gravel-soft. “Because right now, baby, you’re shaking.”

“I-I’m not scared,” she whispered, even as her lips trembled against his skin.

“Oh, I know,” he said. “You’re turned on.”

Her breath caught.

He bucked his hips slightly, just enough to grin on her core to make her gasp—and the sound made him grin.

“Thought you were gonna take control?huh!?” Jungkook’s voice was sinful now, soaked in amusement and desire.

Saga opened her mouth to reply, but he didn’t give her the chance.

In one fluid, dominating motion, he flipped them, her back hitting the mattress with a soft thud as he caged her beneath him. His smirk turned feral as he looked down at her flushed face, her eyes wide and lips parted in surprise.

“You really thought I’d let you tease me like that and stay quiet?” His voice dipped low, each word brushing against her lips like a promise. “Nah, baby. You lit the fire. Now you burn with me.”

He caught both her wrists and pinned them above her head with one strong hand, leaving her completely beneath him—exposed, breathless, and burning.

His free hand moved slowly, deliberately, starting at her shoulder where the strap of her dress had slipped slightly. With maddening patience, he dragged it down her arm, lips brushing her skin along the way. He repeated the same to the other strap, letting them both fall, his gaze locked on hers.

“Keep looking at me,” he whispered, his thumb gliding across her collarbone.

He eased the dress down inch by inch, exposing the swell of her breasts, the rise and fall of her chest giving away how fast her heart was racing. When the fabric pooled at her waist, he paused.

“No hiding from me, Sparkle.”

He slid the dress completely off, tossing it to the floor before letting his fingers ghost along the edge of her lace bra. His touch was feather-light, teasing. Then, with a confident flick, he unclasped it. The lace slipped free, and his breath caught.

“Fuck,” he muttered, drinking her in. “You’re breathtaking.”

He kissed the top of her breast softly, reverently, then moved down—his fingers tracing her waist, her hipbone. His mouth followed the path, leaving trails of heat in its wake.

Hooking his fingers into the sides of her panties, he looked up at her once more, eyes dark with hunger but full of admiration. “Still with me?”

Saga nodded, lips trembling. “Always.”

That was all he needed.

He peeled the fabric down slowly, savoring the sight of her bare skin, his jaw tightening as more of her was revealed. Once they were gone, he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, his hands gripping her hips to steady her trembling form.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against her skin. “Every inch of you.”

The bed dipped under their weight. Jungkook hovered above her, his arms caging her in, his body a delicious weight. Every kiss was slower now, deeper-a map of devotion. His mouth trailed down her throat, her sternum, to finally her breasts.

Jungkook’s hands trembled slightly as they cupped her breast, his lips brushing over the soft skin like he was terrified of getting it wrong—but too captivated not to try. He paused, hovering, eyes flicking up to meet hers.

"Is this okay?" he asked, voice rough, barely above a whisper.

Saga’s breath hitched. Her heart pounded so loudly she swore he could hear it. But she nodded, her fingers sliding up to rest over his, grounding him. “Yes,” she breathed, her voice fragile, honest. “I want this. I want you.”

He exhaled like he’d been holding his breath forever.

When his lips closed around her breast for the first time, the sensation jolted through her body like a live wire. It wasn’t perfect—his touch still carried a trace of hesitancy, of unfamiliarity—but it was sincere. Intimate. Irreplaceable.

“Jungkook…” she gasped, her back arching instinctively. Her fingers clutched at the sheets, her body overwhelmed by the flood of new feelings—pleasure, vulnerability, need.

He moaned softly against her, the sound vibrating into her skin, driving her wild. The taste of her, the way she responded—so real, so immediate—made his head spin. He kissed, sucked, and licked with a reverence he didn’t know he had, learning her with every second.

“This… this is my first time, Saga,” he confessed against her chest, lips brushing her skin like a vow.

She cupped his face, lifting it so their eyes could meet—bare, exposed, trembling.

“Mine too,” she whispered, a tear slipping from the corner of her eye. “But I trust you.”

That broke something open in him. Not lust—something deeper. He lowered himself again, trailing kisses across her chest, her ribs, her waist, as if to say thank you without words.

Their bodies moved clumsily at first—awkward hands, bashful touches—but it only made it more real. More them.

And somewhere in that beautiful mess of uncertainty and hunger, their need intensified. Saga pulled him up, their mouths crashing together, no longer tentative. Her thighs parted instinctively, welcoming him. He groaned, deep and primal, his hands gripping her hips like he didn’t know whether to worship her or fall apart right there.

“I don’t think I can slow down anymore,” he admitted, forehead resting against hers, his body shaking.

She kissed him—soft and sure.

“Then don’t.”

And with that, they surrendered—nervous, aching, but completely theirs.

Jungkook's fingers traced slowly down her waist, his voice low and almost trembling, “You’re shaking…”

Saga exhaled, a breathy laugh escaping her lips. “So are you.”

“I don’t wanna mess this up,” he admitted, brushing her thighs apart gently.

“You won’t,” she whispered, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers brushed against her soaked center. “Just… don’t stop.”

His breath hitched. “You’re so wet…” His fingers grazed her folds, awe in his voice. “I did this to you?”

She bit her lip, moaning softly. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, Jungkook…”

He groaned, lips pressing down kisses over her navel. “I want to taste you, Saga. All of you.”

Then he paused, just at the edge, his breath hot and heavy. “But this is the last time I’ll ask. After this, I won’t be able to hold back anymore.”

Saga looked down at him, eyes glassy with need, with trust. “Then stop asking.”

Her body answered for her, hips arching toward him, fingers gripping his hair as she gave him a single, firm blink.

Jungkook’s voice dropped to a whisper, “You’re mine tonight.”

And then his mouth finally found her core.

“J-Jungkook!” Saga cried, her voice cracking as his tongue made contact. Her thighs trembled around his head. “Oh my god—what are you doing to me…”

His response was a low moan against her, his tongue moving with more confidence now, encouraged by her reactions.

“You taste unreal,” he murmured in between strokes. “Better than anything I’ve ever imagined.”

Saga’s hands gripped the sheets above her head. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop…”

He chuckled softly, lips brushing her most sensitive spot. “Never planned to.”

When he sucked gently, she gasped, her hips jerking up. “Kook—ah—! I can’t… I can’t take it—”

“Yes, you can,” he said with a smirk, eyes lifting briefly to meet hers. “You’re doing so well, baby.”

She whimpered at the praise, thighs clamping tighter. “You’re driving me insane…”

“And you’re making me lose my mind,” he breathed, dragging his tongue slowly upward. “Hearing you like this? Feeling you fall apart for me? Saga, you have no idea what you’re doing to me…”

Saga’s voice broke into a choked moan. “Then don’t stop… ruin me if you have to… just don’t stop.”

Jungkook growled lowly at her words, his hands tightening on her thighs as he deepened his rhythm, his hunger no longer restrained.

Saga’s moans grew louder, sharper—her body arching, trembling under his mouth.

“Jungkook—oh god—Jungkook I’m—!” she gasped, voice breaking as her hips bucked involuntarily. “I’m gonna—ah—!”

His tongue moved with relentless devotion, his grip tightening just enough to ground her as she shattered.

“Come for me,” he whispered hoarsely against her. “Let go, baby. I’ve got you.”

Saga cried out, her entire body seizing as the climax hit her—hard. Her thighs clamped around his head, fingers digging into the sheets. “Kook—! I can’t—I—oh my god—!”

He didn’t stop. Not until she was trembling, falling apart completely beneath him, breathless and flushed, her chest heaving with aftershocks.

Then, finally, he pulled back, kissing her thigh gently as he looked up at her. “You okay?”

Saga was still gasping, dazed. “I’ve never… felt anything like that in my life.”

“You were perfect,” Jungkook whispered, crawling up to press a tender kiss to her forehead. “Every sound… every movement. You’re incredible.”

She cupped his face, smiling through her haze. “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

He grinned, breathless. “It’s only the beginning.”

And then, slowly, he reached for the waistband of his pants, pushing them down, followed by his boxers.

Saga’s eyes widened instantly as his hard, leaking member sprang free.

Her breath caught. “Jungkook…” she said, voice shrinking. “That’s… that’s not going to fit.”

He paused, immediately cupping her cheek with one hand. “Hey… look at me.”

She did, though her eyes were filled with worry.

“I would never hurt you,” he said softly. “We’ll go slow. You tell me if it’s too much, and I’ll stop right there. You hear me?”

She nodded, still unsure.

“Breathe, baby. It’s our first time. We’re figuring this out together.”

“But you’re… huge,” she muttered, cheeks burning.

He chuckled gently, kissing her nose. “And you’re perfect. We’ll make it work. I’ll take care of you.”

Saga swallowed hard, still nervous, but his warmth and steady gaze melted some of the fear.

“Okay,” she whispered. “Just… don’t stop looking at me.”

“Never,” he promised, positioning himself slowly, carefully. “We’re in this together.”

Jungkook hovered just above her, his lips brushing her collarbone as he murmured, “Still okay, baby?”

Saga nodded faintly, breath hitching when his kisses deepened. “Yeah… just nervous.”

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, pressing slow kisses along the hollow of her collarbone. “I’ll go slow… just feel me.”

With one hand, he guided himself to her entrance, the head of his member brushing against her warmth.

They both gasped.

“God, you’re so warm… so soft,” he whispered against her skin, rubbing gently. “You’re already pulling me in.”

Saga moaned quietly, her fingers instinctively curling around his shoulders. “Kook… it feels…”

“I know,” he breathed out, pressing another kiss to her chest. “I feel it too.”

He began to slowly push in, just the tip, his face tensing as he groaned lowly. “Damn, Saga…”

Saga whimpered, her body tensing slightly. “Ah—it stings… just a little.”

Jungkook stilled immediately, his hand flying to her cheek. “Hey, hey… look at me. Breathe, sweetheart.”

He leaned down and gently kissed her collarbone—right at that sensitive spot he’d discovered earlier.

“Right here, yeah?” he whispered between kisses, as he soothed her with gentle lips. “You like it when I kiss here, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” she nodded, moaning softly as the tension melted slightly. “That helps…”

“Good girl,” he murmured. “You’re doing so well for me…”

With her relaxed a bit more, he slid in further—inch by inch, savoring every moment, every reaction.

They both groaned when he finally sank all the way in.

“Holy… shit,” Jungkook cursed under his breath, holding still inside her. “Saga, you feel like heaven.”

Saga clung to him, panting. “It’s so full… I feel everything…”

“I’m barely holding on,” he admitted, voice ragged. “Please… tell me I can move. Say the word… because I swear I’ll lose it if I don’t.”

She looked up at him, flushed and trembling. “Then move, Jungkook… please.”

His eyes fluttered shut at her words, forehead resting against hers.

“Thank god,” he breathed. “Hold onto me, baby… I’m yours now.”

Jungkook began to move—slowly, carefully—as if memorizing every second, every breath they took together. His forehead rested against hers, eyes fluttering shut with each movement.

“You’re so tight,” he whispered, voice strained. “It’s like you were made just for me.”

Saga’s arms tightened around his back, her breath shaky. “It feels strange… but good. So full… like I’m becoming a part of you.”

“You are,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Every piece of you… I want to know all of it.”

He tried to keep the pace slow, savoring her, but every roll of his hips sent a jolt through him he barely held back. His jaw clenched.

“You’re struggling,” she said softly, brushing her lips over his cheek.

“I’m trying to be gentle. I want to make this perfect for you,” he admitted, voice breathy, heavy with restraint.

Saga cupped his face, her thumbs stroking his jaw. “Jungkook…”

He looked down at her, eyes filled with emotion.

“You don’t have to hold back for me,” she whispered. “I trust you. I want all of you.”

His breath hitched. “Saga…”

Before he could say more, she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his jaw—his weak spot.

His entire body trembled.

“Damn it, baby…” he groaned, voice hoarse, control snapping.

He tightened his grip on her thighs, adjusting her slightly as his hips rolled in deeper—firmer. Her gasp echoed into the room.

“I—Jungkook!” she cried, her back arching into him.

“You feel so good,” he groaned into her neck, “so warm, so perfect—I can’t—”

“Don’t stop,” she breathed, “please don’t stop…”

Their bodies moved in rhythm now, fast and desperate, yet still wrapped in intimacy—moans, gasps, and whispered names filling the air like a song only they could hear.

“I’m yours,” she told him, her voice trembling. “Only yours.”

He pressed their foreheads together again, voice breaking. “And I’m yours, baby. Only ever yours.”

Jungkook’s pace quickened, his thrusts deeper, more urgent. The sound of their joined bodies, their breathless moans, and the rising heat between them filled the room like a storm building to its peak.

“Saga…” he gasped, his voice trembling. “I—I’m getting close… I can’t hold it…”

Saga’s nails dug gently into his back as her head fell back against the pillow. “Me too… Kook—I’m right there…”

He groaned, forehead resting on her shoulder, his hips driving forward harder.

“You feel so good,” he moaned. “I’ve never—never felt anything like this. You’re… everything.”

Saga whimpered, legs tightening around his waist, her voice breaking. “You’re hitting it—right there—don’t stop—please, don’t stop!”

“Baby… I’m gonna—”

“Me too, Kook—don’t stop—please, just a little more—”

Their voices mixed—trembling, pleading, filled with emotion and heat.

“I’m—Saga, I’m—now!”

“Together—Jungkook!”

And with a few final, desperate thrusts, they came undone—together.

Jungkook’s body shuddered above her, his moan deep and ragged as he spilled into her. Saga cried out his name, her own body trembling as waves of pleasure surged through her, stronger than she’d ever imagined.

They clung to each other, breathless, trembling, completely overwhelmed.

For a long moment, neither spoke.

Only the sound of their heartbeats and quiet, labored breathing filled the air.

Jungkook finally lifted his head, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. His eyes were glossy, soft, filled with awe.

“You okay?” he whispered, kissing her forehead.

Saga nodded, her eyes shining. “More than okay… I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

He chuckled weakly, pressing another kiss to her lips. “Me neither. You ruined me for life, you know?”

She smiled, stroking his cheek. “Good. You’re mine now.”

“Always,” he whispered, pulling her into his chest as he carefully laid beside her, their bodies still tangled.

Jungkook shifted slightly, brushing his lips over her temple. “I don’t care anymore,” he murmured.

Saga tilted her head. “About what?”

“About who says what. About the mess we’ve been caught in… about what’s waiting for us outside that door.” His eyes searched hers, raw and full of certainty. “I’m not letting you go again. I don’t care what it costs me.”

Saga’s eyes welled up, her voice soft. “Even if I forget again… even if I push you away without knowing why?”

He cupped her cheek, gently. “Then I’ll remind you again. And again. Every single day if I have to.”

Her breath hitched. “I’m scared, Kook…”

“I know,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers. “But I’ll be scared with you. We’ll be scared together. We’ll fight together. We’ll win together. And if we lose… then we lose holding each other.”

Saga smiled through the tears that threatened to fall. “So we’re really doing this?”

He kissed her deeply, slow and warm. “We already did. There’s no going back now, Saga. You’re it for me.”

“You’re it for me too,” she whispered back. “No matter what happens… I want to face it with you.”

Their hands found each other, fingers interlocking.

And in that moment—naked, vulnerable, and completely bare—they weren’t just two people tangled in love.

They were a promise, a declaration.

No matter the past, no matter the pain or the darkness ahead—

They were together now.

And they were never letting go.

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