The night draped the city in a canvas painted with thousand stars and the distant glow of the city lights. On the rooftop terrace, I found solace in the company of the moon, hanging majestically and casting a gentle glow upon the world below.

Dressed in Jungkook's hoodie, I sought warmth against the cooler night breeze that whispered through the silent neighborhood. The fabric carried a comforting scent, a blend of his cologne and the essence of familiarity.

I marveled at the moon, contemplating the countless tales it could tell - of lovers' whispers, ancient myths, and the eons of time it had witnessed. I sipped on a glass of water and it quenched the unnoticed thirst that had settled in throughout the day. I needed to drink more.

It was peaceful and quiet, a solitary moment I sought out often. I didn't hate company, but it was always good for the soul to spend time alone. The past eight nights had been the same, however, and I was beginning to feel judged by the moon's watchful gaze.

Over the past few days, an inexplicable slowness seemed to have taken hold of time. As I busied myself with various activities, such as rediscovering the worlds hidden in forgotten books and witnessing the growth of Heba's belly as her baby developed, the clock ticked at an unusually sluggish pace. Sorting through my father's untidy papers, I realized that his tendency toward disorganization had not wavered, despite his workplace.

Amidst the distractions, one constant remained - a presence that persistently occupied my thoughts and filled my notifications. The importance of this person had altered the cadence of my days, creating a definite rhythm that, for reasons unclear, slowed time.

Every insignificant thing bore traces of him, a maddening reminder that felt both inescapable and consuming. It resembled the relentless pull of an addiction, one you yearned to distance yourself from but found infiltrating every minute of your day.

I took another sip just as the faint click of the terrace door opening and closing filled the silent night. Fighting back the smile that threatened to appear, I kept my eyes forward. There was no need to face the person; the rhythm of their walk, steady and strong, was enough for me to recognize them.

The steps came closer, slow and deliberate, and without turning back, I decided to speak up. "My prime time of having the bed for myself is over, I guess."

The low chuckle that followed reached my ears just before he reached me. Leaning against the railing, I sensed the warmth of his body against the cool breeze of the night.

His familiar and intoxicating scent enveloped me, prompting me to look up at him. Despite the dark shadows underneath his eyes, he was still smiling. In the moonlight, his face looked beautiful, with strong features softened by a gentle gaze.

"As if I was not giving you more than half of the mattress because you sleep like a gymnast doing acrobatics."

I tipped my chin and let out a soft laugh. The banter never seemed to stop but he was right, my sleeping habits were a bit chaotic at times. Jungkook looked down at me, mirroring my posture with his forearm against the railing.

"How did you know it was me and not Yoongi?" he asked, his curiosity obvious. He knew that his brother and I often spent solitude together up here, but he rarely brought it up.

"The smell of smoke usually reaches me sooner than he does." I shook my head. Yoongi always glared at me when I mentioned lung cancer, but I wasn't one to dictate what was good or bad for him. "I know you and the way you walk like the back of my hand."

He cocked his head to the side, his eyes so deep. "Is that so?"

"Yes. We could even participate in one of those shows where married couples answer questions about each other. But it would be embarrassing if you answered everything wrong about me." I shrugged mischievously.

"Try me."

I squinted my eyes in consideration. "What's my favorite color?"

"Green," he said without hesitation. He was actually right.

"That was easy." I dismissed with a wave of my hand. "What's my favorite book."

"You don't have one." he grinned smugly when he proved his point.

"My guilty pleasure?"

"Henry Cavill edits."

"What annoys me the most?"

"Probably me as a whole, but even more when I brush my teeth while you're still asleep."

"My favorite flower?"

"White peonies."

"That's..." I pointed a finger at him but got stalled on my words.

"Right. I know." He was still smirking and I wanted to smack the little grin off his face. I huffed in annoyance and he laughed under his breath.

"Lucky guesses." I returned the smirk, nudging him with my shoulder. His intense stare made me look away from his shiny eyes and I took a big gulp of my water.

"What's the occasion?" he asked, motioning with his head to my glass.

I laughed out loud. "It's just water." I laughed even harder when he took the glass from my hand and sniffed at the clear liquid.

He shrugged his shoulder. "Could have been vodka." he guessed. "Because you miss me so much or something."

I ignored his hand, which brushed the curl from my face that had fallen in the wind. "Weren't you supposed to come back the day after tomorrow'?" I asked instead.

"I left early. There are only things left that I can handle here. My father is still in LA." he explained briefly.

Jungkook never liked to talk about work and even when I asked how something important had gone, he would only answer short and to the point. I understood because he wasn't passionate about it and it seemed he was always happy when the day ended and he could come home.

When I asked, I didn't ask to know about work though, I wanted to hear how he was feeling. But I respected his dismissal as I was never specific with my words either.

"You've gotten a nice tan," I remarked, focusing on him instead of work. Even in the moonlight, his skin looked honey-like and it suited him just perfectly and I wanted to run my tongue over it.

Jungkook looked down at me then up at his bare, muscular arms. I didn't know if he had come straight from the airport and headed upstairs, but I could only guess that he had. "Our business partner often insisted we keep our meetings casual. The beach cafes there aren't bad."

I nodded in understanding. LA was probably still very hot this time of year with people spending their time outside in the sun instead of indoors. The beaches crowded and the faces happy. New York, on the other hand, often seemed sad and bleak. But every city had its drawbacks, I guessed.

"What did you do these eight days?" he asked, even though we had communicated through messages every day and night like we were teenagers in high school. Every text that lit up my phone screen had made my heart skip a beat.

"Girl stuff." I shrugged nonchalantly. "Went out with Dalrae. Met up with Heba. Tried to improve my pre-shower makeup skills."

Jungkook laughed. "What's pre-shower makeup?"

"You don't have to understand." I was doing him a favor with my answer.

But that wasn't all I had done in the last few days. In fact, I was very excited because between all the routine activities, I had dared to attempt a project that required courage, effort, and care.

I didn't want my free time to go to waste, I wanted to make a difference in the world. So I had picked up my laptop and googled how to create a charity, what the legal requirements were, and potential trustees.

I wanted to help children like Haeun have a better life and a charity foundation seemed like the best place to start. While financial aspects did not completely help the children and they needed emotional care, I could start a vision with this idea. A future in which children could flourish despite their family background.

It was still too early to tell Jungkook about it and I wanted it to be a kind of surprise. I knew how much Haeun mattered to him and all the other children who, like her, were waiting for someone to offer them a warm hug and open heart.

I knew that he would be happy and would do anything to help me build this dream. Because he was like that.

I placed my now-empty glass on the floor and turned my full attention to my husband. I let my eyes trail over his broad shoulders and then up into his face. "How did you know I was up here?"

He turned to face me completely as well. His eyes dropped and traveled back to mine. He smiled. "There are three or four spots in this house you could be in. If I didn't find you in one of them, I'd probably call 911."

"I knew you couldn't live without me." I teased playfully but the small smile that didn't reach his eyes was a different response than his usual bickering.

The banter faded, replaced by a serene quiet broken only by the occasional nocturnal sounds. I turned to him, catching the moonlight in his eyes, a glimmer reflecting the unspoken emotions we seemed to share at this moment. He met my gaze, countless stars dancing in his orbs.

Without words, Jungkook reached out, his hand finding mine on the railing. The world beyond the terrace ceased to exist as we stood there. His thumb traced gentle circles on the back of my hand. In that silence, emotions danced like constellations, forming patterns only we could understand.

There was something different about tonight. Over the past few weeks, perhaps even months, a change had taken place. He looked at me, softly, but filled with unspoken words. There was an ease in the way his lips curved into a smile, a smile that had become my refuge.

His eyes, though they held a hint of weariness, were a captivating shine that sparkled only for me. Not a soul received the same attention, not even those he cherished most in his life.

I found myself uncertain about where to fix my eyes because his gaze was stirring something unfamiliar within me. "What?" I asked, mirroring my confusion.

"Nothing," He replied, as I tried to shake off the enchantment he wove with his eyes. "I was just wondering why you always come up here to watch the moon."

I shrugged, looking up at the grays and craters and its loneliness. "I don't know, really. It's just... pretty to look at, isn't it?"

He responded, eyes not wavering from me. I felt their heaviness at the side of my face. "Yes, it is."

A blush crept onto my cheeks, a rare occurrence for me. Conflicted, I contemplated going back inside to escape this newfound comfort in my chest. Yet, at the same time, I yearned to linger there indefinitely, immersed in the emotions he effortlessly evoked, even if I questioned their validity.

Our fingers intertwined as if they belonged together. My gaze found him again, eyes wide. Jungkook's free hand found its place on my lower back, drawing me closer. The warmth of his presence and the softness of his touch created a haven in the cool night.

"When I was away, I looked up at the sky. Watched the moon," he said, voice so deep yet soft as his breath caressed my face. "And... I thought about you."

"Why?"

He shook his head, a silent plea to let him finish. "I know yours, but do you know my favorite color?" I waited and waited and waited. There was one answer lingering on my tongue but I was too afraid to say it, scared it might be my mind playing games. Jungkook smiled so beautifully as he pressed me closer. "It's gray."

"It's not. No one's favorite color is gray." I whispered in denial. I didn't even know why but my heart skipping so many beats was alarming. It had no business making me feel this way.

"It became mine. Do you want to know why?"

"No." Yes.

Jungkook's face loomed so close to mine that I could discern every nuance on his face. His features bore raw emotions, ones I hadn't witnessed before - a silent turmoil, perhaps feelings he had suppressed for far too long. It struck me; maybe he felt the same way I did at that very moment.

Overwhelmed, I allowed my gaze to drift downward, seeking refuge in the nervousness and confusion swirling within me. What was this sudden revelation? Was it a confession, or merely a game he played with my heart?

I hesitated, wary of potential betrayal. The sting of a past heartbreak still lingered, a reminder of the pain inflicted by a few pretty words. I didn't want to be deceived again, especially by someone I had grown to care about.

An array of emotions danced in his eyes, an unspoken language of longing and so much more. His gentle touch beneath my chin guided my gaze back to him, his smile radiating warmth that enveloped my heart in a protective and affectionate embrace.

Softly, he began. "It's the color of the early fog when you're still lying in my bed, and I can watch you sleep. It's the color of the storms that I want to protect you from. It's the color of your eyes when I'm talking to you late at night and still can't get enough." His words painted a vivid picture of intimate moments, each sentiment etched into my head.

A soft breeze stirred, carrying whispers of promises. Time seemed to suspend, allowing us to exist in this pocket of serenity as he brushed a thump over my cheek. I wanted to break into tears and laugh at him at the same time. Protect myself in case he was really considering this a game.

I searched his eyes, nothing but truth in them. "You're lying."

Jungkook shook his head and he was so patient with me and my inner conflict. My hand found its way to his chest,  his heart beating just as hard as mine, maybe harder. "Should I tell you a real lie?"

"What?"

Jungkook's lips were now only inches away from mine and he was looking at them as if he was in pain. Eyebrows drawn together, he inhaled my scent, rubbed his nose along the sensitive length of my neck. Cursed under his breath and apologized for it.

"I haven't thought about you all day and all night long these past few days and felt like I was crazy because you weren't there. I haven't left early just to be here." He said, eyes back on mine as his hand on my cheek traveled down, down, down.

"No?" I asked, breathing so heavily I thought my lungs were about to collapse. I closed my eyes and listened to the baritone of his voice telling me all these lies. And I believed them.

"No." he said. His lips were now brushing against mine with every word that left his mouth. "I don't want to kiss you until you're all mine. And I'm all yours."

We stood there, bathed in moonlight. It felt as if everything was happening in a surreal and accelerated manner, leaving my mind struggling to absorb the rapid pace of everything said.

A part of me hesitated, apprehensive about the intensity and the speed with which he embraced this moment. Yet, a profound yearning whispered in the depths of my being, urging me to believe in his words and surrender to the magnetic pull that drew us closer.

"Can you long for something you never had? Because I'm fucking dying right now, Reva." He rasped against my skin.

His hand on my lower back pulled me closer. It wasn't impatience that guided the movement; instead, it was an instinctive need to have me close to his body, his heart, his soul. Every part of my being resonated with desire, the air filled with the tangible curiosity of exploring the taste of him.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't wonder how it felt to be kissed by him. In the early days of our marriage, the taboo of kissing seemed like an unspoken rule, an agreement that our lips would never cross paths.

It was purely physical, and even though kissing was physical as well, it was so much more at the same time. Now, the desire for that crept in, and I found myself torn between the fear of change and being so fucking ready to embrace it.

I never liked exposing my fragility in front of others. Throughout my life, I had been the one people leaned on - my father, Rai, and my friends. I was the comfort that others sought, a pillar of strength that people relied on. But now I had Jungkook.

He had also shown vulnerability in front of me, proving that anyone could have those moments without being considered weak. I longed for that too - to show my flaws, but to be ready to fight and earn it when necessary. I didn't want to identify with my past fears and lose opportunities.

I nudged my nose against his as my eyebrows drew together with a painful yearning. I craved reassurance, something tangible to hold onto. Despite all he had given me, I still desired just one more thing. "What if you break me?"

His response was instant, so sure of the things he said. "I'll be good to you. I promise." Jungkook brushed a thumb over my lower lip. "You won't regret me."

And that was all I wanted to hear. Words could be empty at times, but at that moment they filled all the voids I was carrying, like plaster seeping into every crack. I was panting and he was breathing as hard as if we had both run a marathon.

I nodded, not knowing if that was even a valid response, but Jungkook didn't seem to need much more than that. The first caress of his soft lips was both deadly and life-giving. I had never felt my body respond to such a little touch before, but as a shiver ran down my spine, I lost myself in him.

He was so gentle, unlike the Jungkook who teased and infuriated and smirked so annoyingly.

The relentless churn of overthinking, the ceaseless whirlwind of doubts and uncertainties, dissipated with the brush of his lips against mine. It was more than a mere meeting of lips; I was swept away in the tidal wave of passion.

He moved with a familiarity that relived our moments together as if he had kissed me a myriad of times in the expanse of a shared lifetime. A taste as sweet and intoxicating as the promise of spring after a harsh winter.

Jungkook's lips parted and sparks of desire danced in front of my eyes. I whimpered. And he grunted.

Both of his hands were on my face now as if he was scared I would pull away and end this moment he anticipated and waited for for a long time. With each passing heartbeat, our kiss deepened. He was like the stars, surrounding and admiring me as I free-floated in the universe. I was consumed by him and him only.

I was breathless as his tongue caressed mine, a bit messy perhaps but both of us were so passionate and lost in each other that we didn't care. Goosebumps formed on my skin despite the heat that ran in every fiber of my existence.

I gripped his shirt, one hand sneaking under the soft fabric of it until I could feel the hard ridges and muscles of his tense abdomen. He sighed into the kiss and I wanted to giggle at his reaction. Jungkook tilted his head to the other side, grunting as if he were giving me a silent warning to behave. But I knew he liked it even more than I did.

Jungkook's hand drifted from my face and fell to my waist as our lips parted. He leaned his forehead against mine, breathing hard and fast in the aftermath of our kiss. My eyes were closed as I tried to savor the moment of soft hands holding me, heart so full and serene.

He swallowed one, twice. Licked his lips and tasted me still on them. Groaned and waited. "Say something," he whispered.

I took a deep breath and I pulled away a little, even if felt cold. But I wanted to look into those chocolate brown eyes and be consumed by them. I smiled. "Take me to our bedroom."

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Jungkook pressed me against the wall with an urgency that defied the passage of time. The door barely closed behind us before his lips claimed mine once more, but this time, it wasn't a tender exploration. It was a ravenous, mind-altering kiss that obliterated the boundaries of reality, leaving me breathless and nameless in its wake.

His hands, possessive and knowing, roamed my body with a precision that ignited sparks of pleasure. Each sigh and gasp contributed to the desire. Yet, the hunger for more lingered in the air, an insatiable craving that left me shivering.

I managed to pull away from his lips, a feat requiring every ounce of self-control. As I surveyed the desire burning in his eyes and the subtle pink hue of his swollen lips, the temptation to plunge back into that feverish kiss was almost overwhelming. But I wanted the closeness that transcended mere physical proximity.

Jungkook's expression flickered between disappointment and confusion, his lips moistened with a quick lick before he planted sweet kisses along the side of my face.

His whispered words held a hint of desperation, a plea that resonated with fragility. "Don't reject me now, baby. I wouldn't survive it," he confessed, his frustration evident as I shivered against him.

In that moment, the pet name I'd normally dismiss with an eye roll became something else entirely. It felt like a flame igniting deep in my belly, a sensation of burning from the inside out.

I shook my head, realizing that to deny him now would be an unbearable struggle for me as well. My desire for him was beyond what he understood. Though I believed my actions had conveyed my need for him, a surge of urgency drove me to say it out loud.

Looking up at him through my eyelashes, I could feel the effect of my words on him, and with a vulnerable plea, I spoke, "I want you. Please."

A string of creative curse words escaped his lips, eliciting a giggle from me before fading into a gasp as he grabbed me by my thighs and carried me over to the bed. He laid me down on the mattress with care, climbing over me. My hair pooled around my head as he watched me, running a hand lightly down my face.

He kissed me again once, twice. My neck next and down along my body. He took off my shirt - his shirt. I shivered against the cool air and the intensity of his gaze on my bare chest.

Jungkook groaned before he lowered his head and placed gentle kisses and licks along my sensitive skin. I moaned when his lips closed around my nipple, an intimate act he was doing for the first time. Something he had dreamed of doing, as he had once told me.

He paid attention to each of my breasts, then moved down to my stomach. He undressed me completely, stripping himself in the process as well. It was an instinct to open my legs for him and he responded to the invitation with obvious pleasure.

The first flick of his tongue against me was possessive and drew a long moan as I pressed my head back into the soft sheets. Jungkook had always made sure, either with his tongue or his fingers, that I was ready for him whenever we had sex, but he was doing it now because he found pleasure in it, because he wanted me.

Maybe he had wanted it like this before too, but had never been vocal about it because our intimacy went no further than physical. Either way, it didn't matter now for I felt like I was on cloud nine. I dug my hands into his hair and pressed him further against me as he licked everything I offered him.

Before I could come undone, I pulled him to me. "Hmm. You need me up here, baby?" he whispered against my skin as he kissed my collarbone, licked my neck, and finally closed his mouth on mine. I hadn't even had the chance to answer him.

He pressed hard against me, all big and bare. Throbbing in need and so fucking beautiful. I was so aroused and so ready for him that it only took a tiny shift in position for him to enter me. And when he did, he filled me so well that I could do nothing but gasp.

He moved effortlessly, but his stiff shoulders and growls revealed how much he was holding back. His eyebrows were drawn together, forming that line between them where I normally pressed my thumb to remedy it.

But at that moment, I didn't want it gone because he looked so handsome. Mouth hanging open as my name and other curses escaped. His hair falling against his forehead and a drop of sweat trailing down his temple and chest.

I never wanted to have sex any other way because gazing into his eyes, feeling everything, was all I wanted. Chest to chest. Face to face. Just like two lovers did. Present in the moment with the body, heart, and soul.

Jungkook's movements were frantic, heart racing in his chest as I felt him swell. The sounds we made filled the room and I scratched at his strong back, feeling lost and drenched in a sea of pleasure.

"You feel so good, Reva. Fuck." he gasped as he wrapped my legs around his waist so he could be even closer to me.

His hard thrusts changed to sensual grinds that made my toes curl. I wouldn't be able to take it any longer.

"Wait. Fuck. I want it to last." He growled, burying his face in the crook of my neck and kissing me there.

I shook my head and gasped his name. "I'm close. I need you now."

"Now?"

"Yes, now. Inside me."

"Inside you? Fuck." He sounded so desperate, every vein in his arms bulging as he placed them next to my head. He stared down where we connected and then up at me. "You want my cum?"

I couldn't say anything else, just moaned in affirmation. He whispered and moaned sweet nothings in my ear. Told me how perfect I was. How long he had waited for this moment.

"Anything. I will give you anything, Reva," he said and I hugged him close.

A few thrusts were all it took for me to climax, stars dancing before my eyes. It triggered his own orgasm and he shuddered, grunting and groaning as he filled me.

We were gasping, breathing so hard we couldn't even form coherent words. But it was perfect. He was perfect.

Trying to calm me and my still-shaking body, Jungkook placed light kisses all over my skin without pulling out. The sheets were a mess, we were a mess and yet we managed to get lost in each other's soft smiles.

Jungkook brushed a damp strand of hair from my face and there was no place I wanted to be more than in his arms.

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A/N: FINALLY!!?!? these two were driving me crazy. And the things Jungkook said in this chapter? 💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳
What do you guys think? I was torn between finally making them kiss and not lol. It actually felt rushed idk. But I guess it had to happen or it would get boring. I read some theories and thoughts about the title in the comments of the last chapter. I won't say anything. You wish you could read minds huh 🤪
490⭐️ cause I know y'all will go crazy hehe