[You hoes better comment a lot. I wrote this chapter without eating dinner and I am still awake. My battery is less than 15% and Istg I won't hesitate to jump out the sc—SORRY I AM JUST SAD AFTER WRITING THIS CHAPTER. ITS A ROLLER COASTER. well, ship is sailing.]

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{Darkness}
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You turn around to face Hoseok, who had blushed cheeks and was looking down.

What's up with him?

"You Okay?" you ask.

Hoseok's eyes widen as you come near him.

"Don't—"

But you don't understand and furrow your brows in confusion.

"Hey, your face is red? Are you sick?"

Hoseok looks down for a second and looks at you with wide eyes.

"Kinda." he replies, breathless.

You pout your lips and nod slowly.

"Uh...how about you rest? I will get some medicine from a che—"

"I am not THAT sick." he exclaims.

"Uh, what?"

He bites his lip and sighs.

"Wear something."

Your eyes widen.

"W-what? Am I standing naked?" you raise your brow.

He sighs once again, and looks at you with dark eyes, which you couldn't understand why.

"Why are you only wearing my shirt?" he asks.

You look down and shrug.

"It's comfortable. Not because it's Gucci, no need to get so high, I wear Chanel too." you scoff.

Of course you do. After all, Jimin was a rich model, though you and Jungkook weren't spoiled.

"That's....not what I meant." Hoseok grits his teeth.

"Jesus, Hoseok! What's wrong with you?!" you yell.

He closes his eyes and everything goes silent.

Then suddenly, he opens them again.

You gasp at his expression.

His eyes, which were clouded with lust, hold you captive, as he gets closer to you.

Uh no. Not when he is shirtless. Yeah, of course, because I have his shirt.

You mentally kill yourself.

He takes one step closer to you, you take a step back.

Stay calm, Ji-ae. Stay ca—fuck it.

"Hoseok, what are you doing?!" you mumble.

He smirks.

"You thought I wouldn't know what you were trying to do?"

You gulp.

I got caught for what?

"You knew this would turn me on," he points at your disguise.

"S-Stop right there." you warn him.

He chuckles.

"Does it matter? You like this too." he licks his lips.

"Why don't you use a chapst—"

You know what? I have used that line too many times.

Your back finally hits the wall behind and that's when hell breaks loose.

The moment your back touched the wall, Hoseok pins you between him and the wall, your wrists above your head.

Just imagine how mad Jimin would be if he found out that I am doing this here.

But you weren't scared.

You weren't scared because the horny adult in you enjoyed this.

Just like Hoseok.

He leans closer to your lips, and looks at you in the eyes.

"Shall we?" he smirks.

You bite your lip before smirking yourself, and nod.

"Why not."

Hoseok doesn't think twice before crashing his lips on yours.

You moan in response.

His hands leave your wrists and slowly cradle your face in his huge hands.

Your now free hands roam through his silky black hair, and fist them, making him moan as well.

Hoseok was suprised at that.

Did he moan?

Jung Hoseok, the international playboy, who makes girls moan, just moaned.

Wow.

No seriously, wow.

But he doesn't react too much, because he was too engrossed in you.

Suddenly, the rough and hungry kiss, turned slow and sweet.

None of you know how.

Hoseok's hand travel to you waist, and pull you closer to his chest, and your hands cradle his face.

Your fingers brush against his sharp jaw, tracing his jaw line, and loving the feeling of his smooth skin under your touch.

The kiss, slowly breaks, for you two to take breaths.

That's when, you look at Hoseok, and he looks at you.

You almost gasp, but were too much into the trance to do so.

Hoseok's face, shined an the sun did his daily work by glistening and shinning his glitters at his face.

He looked beautiful.

To Hoseok, you looked like an angel.

Your black hair, sticking to your forehead due to sweats, how your lips begged to be kissed again, and he loved that he was the one to make them so glossy and red.

Your plump lips were parted open and can't help but be more happy than he is to think that he was the first one to ever kiss you, to ever taste those rosy and plump lips.

Then, you both looked at each and into the eyes.

What was it?

Not lust.

Certainly ain't love either.

But there was something.

"I trust you, Jung Hoseok." you whisper, as you slowly trace his jaw-line, which you can't help but be attracted to.

He smiles. A small one, but that's the most he could muster as he was too much in a trance in admiring you.

"I promise not to hurt you either, Park Ji-ae."

There was something wrong with his words, but you didn't care.

You leaned in just as he did and your lips morph with his again.

Hoseok taps your thigh, and you jump as he holds a tight grip on your arm and you wrap your legs around his torso.

Lips still connected, hearts on fire, Hoseok walks over to the bed and gently lays you down, before hovering over you.

He again breaks the kiss, this time, it adore you.

A lonely stand of hair was removed by him as you two kept on looking at each other.

Your hands glide up to his naked chest, to his shoulders where they rest.

He looks into your eyes, like seeking for permission.

You smile and lean in to kiss him shortly.

When you back away, he leans again and connects your lips with force this time.

His one hand held your one hand, as his other one slowly opened each button of his shirt, that you were wearing.

He kissed you slowly on purpose.

Because he wanted to cherish the feeling of your lips, the taste of it.

The kiss doesn't break until you were stripped naked.

He looks at you and smiles.

"You are beautiful." he kisses your neck.

You sigh shakily out of pleasure.

"So beautiful." he kisses your cleavage.

Then, he kisses your forehead.

"I will make you feel good." with that, he connects his lips with yours again as he did pleasure to you and himself.

It was around evening when you reached the place Hoseok was talking about.

"We are here." he looks at you and smiles.

You just look at him.

Ever since you spend the time crying in his arms in the racing arena, Hoseok has changed.

Like, yeah.

He became more sweet, and caring.

He wasn't even like that yesterday night like he was today when you two had sex.

Gentle.

You smile back.

"Where are we?"

He doesn't reply, instead, he gets out of the car and opens your side of the door.

You step out in confusion and look at your front, only to make your breath hitch.

Am I seeing right?

"Hoseok...is this..."

"Yes," Hoseok's stands next to you with his hands in his pockets, a small smile on his face, "My house."

You look at him with wide eyes.

He looks at you with a sweet expression.

And tears fill your eyes.

This is the place where we Parks last came for a family trip...

Hoseok gets confused.

"Uh...you okay?" he asks.

You weren't able to breath.

Suddenly, you remember that your asthema attack was back.

I thought the attacks subsided...

You reach in your pocket only time feel it empty.

Your eyes widen.

Breaths becoming more harsh and you were having more difficultly to breath.

Hoseok was panicking.

"Whoa—What's wrong?!" he asks.

You search all your pockets.

Now oxygen barely available.

Inhaler's not here....

Panic attacks over you.

You look at the beach, easily seen from where Hoseok's house was.

A beach house.

You fall on your knees.

Hoseok gasps.

"Ji-ae! Damn—are you listening to me?!" he kneels next to you and shakes you.

You were just gasping for air and looking at the ocean with wide eyes.

My last memory of our trip to Gwangju...

You feel a warm hand cradle your face and turn you around.

That's when you see Hoseok's face, showing concern and panic.

"I—" you were not able to speak.

—miss mom and dad.

"Ji-ae! Just gain some sense! I will take you to the hospital!" Hoseok tries to console you.

But how could you be consoled when all the hurtful memories were filling your mind.

You weren't even looking at Hoseok.

Just remembering how you met a sad boy in that day, how you watched Jungkook take his first steps that day.

How you enjoyed it...and a few days later...everything destroyed.

Now Hoseok was pissed.

He yanks your body and holds you close to his chest.

He grabs your face with one hand, while the other was holding your back.

He somehow figured out that the ocean was doing this to you.

So he made you look at him.

Your vision was blurry by now.

"Ho—" you wanted to ask him what was happening but weren't able to.

He just makes you look at him.

"Hey, calm down. Please, calm down." he was pleading.

You were trying your best.

"Jung....k...koo...." you whisper.

He nods with a smile.

"He is Okay, don't worry. Let's call him tomorrow in the morning Okay? It's late right now." he speaks so softly, that you forget he was the same asshole you met months ago.

You weren't improving.

"H-Hey, Ji-ae....please, it's Okay. Nothing's wrong. I am here."

I am here.

Your heart starts calming a bit.

"Please, calm down. It's Okay. Jungkook is fine. You are fine too. If you don't like it her—"

"That's....not.... It..." you manage to speak.

It's just memories...

"Shit...why didn't you tell me you were a asthema patient?" he mumbles.

You lay your head against his chest and slowly everything was getting better.

"That's it...we are good." Hoseok continues to mumble softly.

"I am...okay. I wanna sleep." you mumble.

He nods.

"Let's get you to bed. Okay, potato?" you slightly smile at that name.

He picks you up bridal style and walks inside his home.

His house was bright.

Not as much big, a comfortable size for a person to live here in peace.

He closes the door with his leg and removes his shoes. He somehow manages to remove yours and then walks towards the bedroom.

"I have only one bedroom here...cause it feels weird to have two, you know. So, you sleep in the room, I will take the couch." he says as he lays you down on the bed.

You don't reply.

He helps you remove your jacket.

"Just lay with me here, Hoseok." you smile lazily.

He hesitates.

"Uh...no."

"We had sex. Two times. What's more to be shy about?" you chuckle.

He sighs and plops next to you on the bed.

The bed was a king size, and there was a lot of gap between you two.

Okay, this was weird.

You pout and tug on Hoseok's sleeve, who looks at you with wide eyes.

"C-can I cuddle?" you try your best not to cry.

Your emotions were taking best of you. Your chest was still burning like before.

You suddenly felt so cold from inside, that all you wanted was a cuddle buddy.

Well, cuddling ran in your blood.

After all, you were Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook's sister, the cuddliest people ever.

Hoseok chuckles, though he never cuddled before.

"Yeah, sure."

You don't think twice before wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his chest.

Hoseok notices your Aura and sighs.

"Let it out." he softly asks.

And you break.

You cry horribly and loudly in his chest, ruining his shirt with your tears.

You wrap your arms around him tightly, too scared that if you let go, the darkness might eat you up.

You always feared the darkness.

It never brought anything nice for you.

Hoseok just wraps his arms around you tightly, afraid that if lets go, you will break, someone will eat you up. He liked the warmth you share. He never felt so warm in his own house before.

That's why he became a playboy.

He never slept in the nights here.

Because he scared of the dark.

That it will take him away, just like it did with his world.

Maybe, you two were the ones that you needed for each other.

Because,

Both of you were afraid of the darkness around.

His loving embrace did what her inhaler couldn't do.
Finally, his arms did what her sleeping pills couldn't do.

Her warmth did what his playboy inside him couldn't do.
Finally, her presence did, what no one can ever do.

Complete them.

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Next chapter will be there soon.

Love you.

Aurora.