Waking up the next morning to the sun shining through the window was not an easy feat.

But that was definitely not a surprise, when you had tried to drown your sorrow with a bunch of drinks that you were not so familiar with. What surprised you was finding yourself naked under the sheets, in a bedroom that was completely foreign for you, while there was a strong arm resting around your stomach and a broad chest pressing at your back.

"Good morning," a deep, hoarse voice softly spoke to you, making your heart race.

"Morning," you whispered to him to answer before slowly turning around to face him. Except that you were totally unprepared to find a gorgeous looking guy lying right next to you, with his droopy eyes looking at you with pure wonderment and an easy smile appearing on his face.

"How's your head? I don't remember seeing you drink too much last night but I did grab some Advils when I came down this morning," he said then, before contemplating for a moment and smiling bashfully when he added, "That's pretty much all we have in this place."

His soft chuckle rumbled from his chest that was just as bare as yours. The sound made your chest feel warm, but you were surprised when it also brought a few gentle pulses to come to life from the places within your body which you had never once shared with anyone else before.

Seeing you falling silent, his smile turned to a curious frown. "Are you okay? Do you—" he whispered and stopped to prop himself on his elbow to speak to you. A deep, concerned look was written on his face when he asked, "Do you remember what happened last night?"

At first, everything from last night was a blur. But as you kept looking into his eyes, everything started to come back to you slowly. Arriving at the party and overhearing your soulmate's conversation, dancing with your friends, taking the glass of Screwdriver from the sophomore who mixed the drink right in front of you to make sure that it was safe.

But it was his beautiful gaze that sent the rest of the memories slamming right through your head that your chest grew tight and your body grew hot.

You remembered stumbling into him on the dance floor where he caught you with his gentle hands. You remembered talking to him all night after he introduced himself, "My name is Jungkook, a junior year student majoring in Music. What's your name?"

You recalled spending the rest of the night flirting and dancing with each other instead of drinking more, then you slowly began to slither out of the crowd to be with each other. Then flashes of memories of you kissing him started to come to you—against the wall in the main living room, under the stairs, right out there in the hallway before he pulled you into his bedroom where every piece of clothing was slowly shed away.

His voice asking, "Are you completely sure about this?"

And yours, "Yes, I'm one hundred percent positive."

Followed by the sharp pain that you felt when he entered you for the first time, taking your virtue with the kind of gentleness that was enough to bring tears to your eyes. The way he brought pleasure through your body, mending your broken heart and soul to replace everything with nothing else but happiness and bliss which was now sending heat to your face, before it rushed down, spreading evenly through your whole body to remind you of every touch, every caress, every lovemaking.

"I remember everything," you whispered to him, and his relief immediately started to appear so clearly on his pretty face.

"That's good to hear," he said, still not looking away from your face. You had no idea how you looked at this point. There was no doubt that the minimum makeup that you had put on last night was melting on your face, mixed in with whatever grime that you may have gotten from dancing to sweat and losing your mind a little from the drinks you had. But none of it seemed to matter, and you felt no need to rush towards the bathroom to wash it all away. Not when he was looking at you this way. And definitely not when he suddenly whispered, "You are so beautiful."

You couldn't remember who made the first move. One moment you were looking into his eyes, drowned in the deep gaze that felt as if it held the entire universe. The next thing you knew, your lips mingled with one another in a deep, slow kiss, while you had your hands pressing on his bare chest and his gentle touch came pressing down your waist.

As you were lost in the kiss, Jungkook pulled your leg across his midsection and grabbed your hips to pull you closer, pressing you tightly against him. Before you realised it, you were suddenly lifted up from the bed until you found yourself sitting upright, your center resting on his lap and your legs falling on either side of him.

The move had been so sudden that you didn't realise that you had presented yourself bare as the sheets which had been covering your bare skin had fallen over. Then the cold air brushed against your bare breasts and your nipples hardened, puckering tight until they felt sore and you gasped at the way your body reacted. As you started to reach for the fallen cover, Jungkook sat up, bringing you face to face with him sitting up so close, and everything that had been muddled before started to become clear.

The shallow breaths. The post-drunk gazes. The barely-there touches he was giving you as he ran his fingertips down your body. The lingering scent that had been a mix between sex and whatever it was that made him so irresistible—something which reminded you of a bright early morning down the valley of green grass, of being lost in the fresh cool air between pine and cedar wood trees.

Despite the closeness, he remained careful with you. As if you were a fragile being and he was afraid to break you. His deep gaze suddenly looked so vulnerable when his thumbs brushed across your wrist, even if he was still avoiding looking at them.

"Are you going to run away?" he asked you with a soft voice that gave your heart a little pinch, and you found yourself shaking your head.

"No," you whispered to him, your voice coming out so soft and small compared to your racing heartbeat. "I'm not going anywhere. I don't want to."

Jungkook looked down on your arms then, his curious gaze cleared as he found your wrists and he carefully pulled them towards him, before slowly turning your palm to face him so he could see clearly.

"When did your timer stop?" he whispered in a throaty voice as he slid his thumb across the tattoo that had shown up in place of your countdown. The red petals that were painted on your skin appeared even more beautiful under the morning sunlight, but you refused to look closer at it for what it was reminding you to.

"Last night," you answered him with a strained voice, as the knot inside your chest that had numbed down returned as the scenes from last night came together inside your head.

He looked up, perhaps noticing the pain in your voice when his eyes came up searching for yours and asked, "What happened?"

"He didn't want a soulmate," you said in barely a whisper. The pain still felt so great even if it no longer made you feel as if you had your heart being ripped right out of your chest.

His lips turned up to a slow smile just then. "So—was I your rebound?"

You blinked your eyes rapidly at his question, and your unshed tears instantly dried out. "I guess?" you asked, chuckling with him right after. But then you sobered up and looked at his face closely to say, "No, I don't want you to be."

A flash of dark tension came rolling from him just then. His desire was written so clearly in his eyes while he ran his hands up your arms and slowly leaned closer. "Why?"

"Because that would be wrong—" you carefully said to him, your words came out breathy as you gripped his biceps to steady yourself. Maybe to stop him. Maybe to stop yourself. You had no idea what you were trying to do, with you being emotionally vulnerable and he looked like the boy that would bring all kinds of trouble. But touching him like this made you feel alive. It made you feel wanted. And soon you found that it wasn't the pain of your heartbreak that made you want to devour him. "This just feels so right."

"Is that so?" he asked, holding back a grin while his eyes flickered down to your hands. "Are you going to push me away?"

"No," you told him as you loosened up your grips on his strong arms. "I didn't push you away last night, and I'm not going to right now."

"Good," he said, smiling this time as he moved his hands again. Your breath was instantly caught when he feathered his fingers down your arms, when his delicate touch gave you shivers. The kind of shivers that made your heart pumping and your pulse coming alive.

"How—" you tried to speak, but cut off with a gasp when you felt a soft pulse rising between your legs only from his touch. "How do you do that?"

"Do what?" He clasped his hands with yours, stopping your hands from shaking, though it did nothing to stop the shivers still running down your body.

"You make me feel—a lot," you told him, your voice barely a whisper as the shivers intensified the moment he brought your hands up, revealing your wrists to him again when you were trying to hide them from view. Instead of searching for the soulmate mark on your skin once again, Jungkook kept his eyes searching your gaze, taking in everything as you whispered, "Everything. All at once."

With a smile and not so much of a word, he gently shoved your hands behind your back, clasping your wrists in one hand, tugging them down just enough to force your chest forward and your head back. In a way, he was getting rid of the soulmate mark which would have become a barrier. Taking it away from your eyes meant taking it away from your head, and you were free to embrace the warmth that he was offering you. Free to relish in the way his touch was making you feel.

"That's good," he whispered to you, responding both to your words and the way you were shuddering against him. He dipped his head and pressed his lips to your bare shoulder. "Because I want my touch to be the only thing that matters. That will ever matter."

He kept your hands locked behind your back using only one of his big hands, while he ghosted the other hand down your arm, moving to your bare waist, then to your belly, teasing his fingertips down below your waist to feel your hips before inching up to your breasts. You moaned softly when he cupped your soft mound with his palm, and you pushed your chest even more to his touch.

"Don't think. Just feel," he whispered as he ran his tongue down your neck, sensing how you were still holding back from him. Cupping your breast, he brought your nipple into his mouth and sucked on it so hard that you jerked against him and moaned harshly, your head falling back even more as you were left helpless to feel the pleasure.

As his mouth moved with precision from one erogenous zone to the next, he strummed every thread, every nerve ending, playing you like an instrument and the pleasure moved within you like a song. It made it hard for your brain to find any sobering thoughts, muddled with the pleasure that was so delicate and wild at the same time that the only thing you could do was to feel it, embrace it, as the pleasure continued to rise and bloom even more beautifully than the flowers on your skin which only reminded you of your broken heart.

Your head was too far up in bliss to notice him releasing your hands. And you were still out of it when he slowly lowered you onto the bed, only snapping back to present when your back landed on the cold sheets beneath you and you felt his warmth falling against your chest as he came to hover on top of you. Instead of pushing himself up, he crawled down and started tracing his lips across your bare stomach, right where the flutters were gathering and moving like a ripple. Then he began to press gentle kisses up the valley of your breasts, lingering between the soft mounds with featherlight kisses as he looked up to see your face and smiled.

"Are you still here? Still not thinking about running away?"

Gnawing at your lips, you looked down to watch him as he went on to kiss one breast after another, going around the tips instead of taking each throbbing nipple into his mouth, as if he was giving you a chance to think it over.

But you didn't need to think.

Not only because what he was doing to you was enough to send your head spinning, but also because you wanted to feel him. To feel more. And to bring back the connection that you thought had existed when he made love to you last night.

"I'm staying," you answered him with a breathy voice, just before you touch his head, playing with his hair a little while you gently tug him to come up. "I want to be here with you."

At your words, every bit of his hesitance faded and his desire appeared so strongly through his eyes. His hands trailed down your thighs, guiding them to open up for him, and your body responded to him as if you were already in tune to his touch.

Once he positioned himself on top of you, Jungkook crawled between your spread legs, kissing his way up your body as he did so. Your fingers continued to play with his hair as if you needed to maintain the connection with him while he had his lips tracing their way up your abdomen. Your lips parted, eyes locked on his as he never looked away. He hooked one arm under your knee as his mouth covered the tip of your breast, sucking the pebbled nub with his mouth, then he moved to the other breast, repeating the same action with his tongue coming out to give a few teasing licks that had your body twitching against him. He continued to crawl his way up, keeping his eyes on yours the entire time. He kept watching closely at how you were reacting to him as he came all the way up until he was hovering over you, and you could feel his aroused cock pressing at your center. Giving your lips a gentle kiss, he aligned himself to your entrance and slowly pushed his way inside of you.

You sucked a deep breath, eyes heavy and yet still focused on him as your hands curled around his neck, fingers finding the strands of his hair to hold onto as he made his way into your depth and stayed there.

"Okay?" he asked, his voice was strained as he held back, while you had a hard time finding your voice with the sensation rushing through your body while he was buried deep inside your walls. You had almost forgotten that you had just lost your virtue last night, making you overly sensitive to the touch. And now your pussy was pulsing so intensely around his cock, both with the remnants of the pain from last night and the pleasure he was giving you that you were already close to falling over the edge.

"I'm okay," you whispered once your body adjusted to him, your muscles slowly growing lax once they recognised him as the same guy who had been inside you not too long ago.

With a sigh of relief, Jungkook leaned down to kiss your lips. The tension in his body began to ease down a little, and you soon realised what was coming next.

"I'm going to move now," he said with a soft groan rumbling from his chest, though he didn't start moving until you were nodding your head, giving him the cue to go on.

Pulling back slowly, he plunged right back into you. It felt like a tight fit with his cock inside you, and so intense, drawing a gasp coming out of your lips. He began to move slowly, keeping a steady pace until you were completely used to him sliding in and out of you. He waited until you were slowly rolling your hips to meet every thrust he gave you, and he began to pick up his pace, rolling his hips faster and harder.

When the pleasure took over and became the only thing that you felt, he pulled back and returned with one firm push, and the bed jerked beneath you under the force of his thrust. A wave of pleasure rushed through you so quickly and intensely that you cried out, but you made no move to push him away as you simply gave in, letting him take you closer to the edge.

Jungkook grabbed your other leg, guiding it around his waist and locking it behind his back as he worked to find a deeper angle. He devoured your mouth as he continued to move, making sure that you felt him everywhere, and you felt everything he was giving you.

He lifted your hips up a couple of more inches and jerked his hips back down onto you, pushing deeper each time his hips came pounding onto you that you felt him all the way to your gut.

"Fuck!" Your head fell back and your chest arched upward to him as he made love to you with quick thrusts and powerful forces that made the whole bed move and dance together with your entwined bodies.

With the pleasure rising so quickly inside you, pushing you forward into your climax, you couldn't find it in you to care if the bed would break under your weight and in the intensity of your lovemaking. You were high in pleasure, so close to the edge, and the second his hand slid between your legs to find your clit, pinching it hard between his delicate fingers, you immediately saw the stars.

The two of you erupted at the same time, both drowned in bliss while getting lost in the point of no return. There was no other place for both of you to come back to right after this point, and neither of you was willing to let go. But there was not a single drop of regret in your heart, as a new thread was formed to bind your souls together as one.