Nighttime strikes faster than Hell could kill, because everyone went to sleep very early. Hoseok says that you will all adventure in the morning, since the incident had taken a great toll on the members, that is former gang members, you have gruesomely learned.

You couldn't sleep, however, due to recurring nightmares of what had fully happened. You can barely process it, much less consider moving on from the situation. The scene keeps replaying itself like a broken record.

But in deep fears of anything separating anyone again, all of you are sleeping closely tonight, just in case something decides to go bump in the night. And every other sound seems to grip at your throat and tighten your chest, as kidnapping again seems to be the only thing that occupies your already messed up mind.

Mother would be leaving work just about now, ready to head home late, as usual. And Father would be somewhere in France, far away from you. A long ways from you. Just like he wanted. And then there's these five boys who truly care about you (aside from Jungkook), who really took you in and under their wing.

You look to the windowsill and spot a shirtless version of Jungkook that you'd remember eating up earlier at the breakfast in bed. He was looking at the stars from the bay window, as if hoping for a better life for his evil, crooked self. You only wished he died today.

"You don't mean that," says the voice in front of you.

Wait, did you say that one out loud?

You are startled by the sudden sound of a voice actually talking to you, and glance away for a second as if to comprehend the motive. You realize the motive was not clean, and no longer worth to converse with. Yet something still nags you about the situation.

Talk to him, Y/N.

You breathe. "Mean what?" you begin, exhaling through your nostrils.

Jungkook shifts lightly under his crooked position. Although crooked, his sexy shirtless body remained utterly intact. His smooth, pale skin ran miles over the expanse of his body, while bandages wrapped firmly around his chest and stomach for security.

"You want me dead," he says, the moonlight shaping the reddish filter of his cherry carmine hair. He was a gorgeous demon. He knew it, and you knew it. Both of you knew he was much better looking alive. And nothing would ever change that.

But his attitude was still the bane of your freaking existence due to the lack of a caring personality and an easygoing persona. "Sorry," you say back, rubbing your arms and shoulders. It was cold outside.

"I still hate you though," he says.

I hate you too, you think through clenched teeth and a gritting jawline. He was supposed be nice to you, but instead reacts like he doesn't care. He couldn't care less if you plunged off the side of a cliff. He did save you back there with Lisa, but you think the question of the day is why. You look at him straight, pulling up your big girl pants.

"Why did you save me when Lisa was about to hurt me?" you risk.

Jungkook sighs into himself, wincing and slightly regretting it once it was done. He is lounging on the bay window like a manikin posing for of photoshoot. "Because we have to protect you, no matter how I feel about you. You have to be safe."

"Am I allowed to know what's going on?" you whisper.

Jungkook shakes his head. "Not yet."

"Please," you say. "I need to know it's going to be okay." The stars are twinkling beautifully over the expanse of the darkened sky.

Jungkook sighs and runs another hand through his lusciously lock-infested wisps of redly carmine hair. "Only if you help me with something," he replies, finally penetrating you with his dark, creamy whirlpools fading into a world of oblivion. His head is angled seriously with full and painted eyebrows.

"What's that?" You are quite curious, as the order has taken you slightly off-guard.

Jungkook smirks deviously, eyes narrowed in ravenous delight. "Put on my shirt for me." He's staring at you straight, laughing quietly into himself.

You blink a few times, trying to comprehend what you were commanded to do, as you ponder if it is even really worth it. "Uh, excuse your face Jeon, but I think you're the most freaking disgusting pervert I have ever met."

Jungkook laughs evilly, nearly cackling in plain sight. And that was it, you had it with him and his stupid personality, that freaking son of a butthead. You were going to scold him for it, when you were suddenly inclined to somehow enact his little enticement of an action.

First, you collect the robe. Second, you open the robe. Third, you get acquainted with the robe. Fourth, you inwardly admire the robe. Fifth, you want to make out with the robe. Sixth, you want to have your way with the robe. Seventh, you look up at Jungkook, then look down at the robe, you look up at Jungkook, then back down at the robe. Eighth, you smell the freaking robe.

Jungkook closes his eyes in the moonlight penetrating the filtered window. He was so hot, as he tilts head around to open his eyes again, to ultimately see you. "Mm, I'm waiting," he says enticingly.

You begin to sweat.

The atmosphere, the lights in the night sky, the moonlight glitteringly seeping in through the bay window of the room was just too overpowering. The moment was so perfect, you two were perfect immortals for less than a second that lasted for a thousand years. And a shirtless version of Jungkook was utterly irresistible, as the atmospheric temperature seemed to have skyrocketed in the middle of Fall.

As you lift Jungkook's left arm into the robe, he grimaces into himself at the pain in his chest that had immediately zapped him in the ribs.

"Sorry," you say, wincing. You take a deep breath and start again. This time you succeed, hooking his arm and wrapping the shall around his slender body. You accidentally run into his muscular and widened back for size. You flush like a red tomato. He was so gorgeous in all the right ways, a living god on the face of this green earth.

Once you hook the other arm, he finally relieves you by assisting to put the shall on. You heave a great sigh, for your mission was finally completed. You were the first girl to have landed on the moon. You were walking on the moon. But little do you know, that the moon has an even greater chance of being swept out from under you around the lusciously gorgeous Jungkook.

You and Jungkook's eyes lock, as your hands still grip the collar of his shall. You two blink a few times and quickly look away. It was slightly embarrassing for you, but Jungkook somehow managed to pull it off.

"Okay," you breathe. "Tell me what's up."

"No," is his ultimate response.

Wait what?

"But you promised!" you scream-whisper.

Jungkook takes a deep breath, and blurts, "It's a war between purebreds and strays."

"What do you mean?" you pester, the topic suddenly fuming a wide interest to you. "And what am I?" What were you?

"You're a purebred," Jungkook says, sighing into himself and slightly yawning into a stretch. He wasn't making much sense, and you were going to have to clarify with Hoseok later on, if he would allow you to know the situation, that is.

You forehead crinkles into thought. "And what are you?"

Jungkook turns over onto the bedding of the bay window. "Goodnight, Y/N."

"But—"

"I said goodnight." And he was out like a light. Now you were back to being lonely again as you turn over to think.

Maybe that's why the Dragon wants you so bad. To have a son through a purebred? That can't be right. And besides, how could a young girl like you bear the son of violent brute as that who kidnapped you, injured you, and tried to poison someone all in the same night? The answer was you couldn't.

And that's why you were here to be protected. Protected by the boys. They were not family, but they were acting more like it than your own mother and father would ever have. You were lucky to have met them in a very unlucky situation that almost got you killed. It was interesting, but somewhat worth it if you got to meet handsome boys like Jimin and Hoseok.

Immediately, you start to hear moaning through tossing and turning. And whimpering like a child losing his stuffed animal. And a soft moaning like the crying sound of intercourse. It was Jungkook by the bay window crying into himself.

"Mmm . . . Jennie, stop, please . . . Don't . . . go . . ." He was pleading like a baby, tears streaking his face while he tosses, twists, and turns around his newly obtained injury, ever so careful to not shake the damaged hole.

You sit up at the disturbance and look at the troubled bunny boy from the floor of which you were sitting. You are somehow inclined to approach the living god in his slumbers to maybe protect his racing mind from what he was feeling.

You do so, careful to not step over any fingers or toes on the way over. But as you reach his position, Jungkook squirms and moans aloud in a tone that made you long for him. He was so perfect it was soundly unreal.

The picture of prized perfection lays imperfectly a distant memory of fear and supposed betrayal from a girl called Jennie. Although with a rude personality like that, you honestly see her every right as to why.

Gently taking up the boy's red head, Jungkook allows you to cradle his face and feel his forehead to get a reading for temperature. He was burning up, and with a hot body like that, he was on fire. You sit down with his head on your lap, suddenly feeling the urge to grace a tiny kiss on the wake of his forehead.

It was wet and sweaty from his pained and feverish dreams. You two were immortals meeting spiritually yet again, as his perfectly symmetrical face cries into your blood-stained pink shirt.

His cries were soft and quiet, as he kept sobbing, "Jennie . . . Jennie . . . Jennie . . ." This, until he has tears no more of any such to cry.

Poor boy was obviously traumatized in some sort of way in his past that made his body react like this. In a way he was sadly vulnerable, completely unlike his rather rude persona. You felt bad for the boy who slightly resembled the face of a nibbling bunny.

That's what you'll call him: Bunny. Bunny had a hard, hard night. And you fell asleep on Bunny's incredibly cute head. Immortals trapped in a mortal body for life and all of eternity. That was you. And it was Bunny's problem too.

A/N

Hey, Kitty here! ^^

Hope you are all having a great day! Also, I post when I'm inspired now so you get nothing but my hardest! Watching a video of Jungkook's abs inspired me to write this intimate scene. ^^

Unedited, but will fix some minor mistakes soon.

Also, when you listen to Immortals, think of Jungkook's handsomely sweating body pouring into the soul of your lap, just struggling as the two of you share this inward connection that feels imaginary and unreal.

If it would be so kind for you to vote or comment, I would be so delighted!

Best of wishes to you all,

Your trusty cat, MC ^^