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heesdreamer · 15 days ago

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Wishful Thinking 𐚁 epilogue

PAIRING ➩ jungkook x reader

WC ➩ 6.3k

SUMMARY ➩ Almost a year after you and Jungkook fleed from the farm, you’re both struggling with the life you’d settled for and the unexpected turmoil to your relationship.

AUTHORS NOTE ➩ It’s here! If you know my works then you know I rarely do part twos but I am so thankful you guys loved these characters as much as I did so I wanted to give you an ending that wasnt as vauge as I normally do lol. I love to write these two and their love together and I hope this is worth the wait. I know some of you will be disappointed by the direction I took the smut here but I think it fits them and their journey. Hope you enjoy!

Jungkook had a tough time adjusting to your life back in the city, eyes shifty and nervous in a way you’d never seen them and forcing himself into clothes that looked unnatural for him. Somehow though, you seemed to be handling it worse.

You found yourself spending hours at a time on your balcony or in the nearest city park until the sun was setting, filling your lungs with the cleanest air you could and still feeling like you were being polluted with every breath.

Jungkook was actually acting as your anchor despite the fact this world was much more foreign to him and you couldn’t have been more grateful while simultaneously feeling guilt eat away at you every time you went to bed crying softly or lashed out.

Getting out of your apartment helped, despite your love for the space itself. It cleared your mind to have one less connection to your father and to have your name be the only one on your new lease a bit further out from the city.

It still wasn’t the farm and the stars were still dimmed by the light pollution filling the air but it wasn’t quite as suffocating and you even got to have a small yard that you eventually planted strawberries in.

Jungkook got a factory job the next town over and you think he felt a bit lighter once he was able to work with his hands again but the exhaustion on his face was more evident everyday and you started to feel really torn.

“Is this working?” You asked softly one night as you both laid in bed together, flat on your backs and staring at the ceiling that was painted an obnoxious landlord white. “Are we happy?”

He took a few minutes to respond but you liked that about him, the careful intention behind every word he spoke making it a lot easier for your scattered brain to communicate. You knew he meant whatever he said when he eventually got around to it.

“I’m happy with you.” His answer was soft but reserved and you sighed a little bit, knowing what he wasn’t saying was more important than what he did.

He answered your question while also not answering it, knowing you’d read between the lines and understand that he wasn’t content with your situation but was overlooking it to be with you.

“You know I am too.” You said in a single breath so he knew there was going to be a contradictory statement following. “But I am not happy here, not like this.”

You both couldn’t find a solution that was worth offering so you laid there together basking in your settled state, pinkies brushing on the bed until you were able to dream of large quarries and an endless chore list that kept your bodies and minds busy.

The two part time jobs you’d taken up made you feel like a robot but you swallowed your disappointment with life and went through the motions, determined to be as dedicated to making this work as Jungkook was.

He deserved your full effort because he never gave you a sliver less, coming home late and leaving early but still taking care of you in between.

It was a slap in the face to be confronted with the realization that you’d never had to work even a quarter as hard as he had growing up. You weren’t above it at all and were more than willing but it was almost suffocating to be ingrained with the mindset that you shouldn’t have to do so much to barely be surviving.

You felt like a spoiled brat and it was becoming your habit to push complaints about your day down so you didn’t feel so silly, letting it build up instead of confiding in your partner. There was no part of you that thought he would think less of you for griping about small things, especially compared to what his work day consisted of but your own internal conflict stopped you.

A rainy week had damped your mood even more severely and you came home on your lunch break to find Jungkook sitting out on the porch, under the thin awning just enough that he wasn’t getting wet other than the toes of his boots.

He hadn’t expected you home and he was so lost in thought that he didn’t react when you pushed open the creaky screen door, your hand sliding over his shoulder making him jump.

You heard him suck in a breath when his head whipped around to see it was only you and you smiled softly at him, circling around the rocking chair until you could sit on his left leg. His hands pulled both of yours over his right one as his arm wrapped around your back to keep you steady.

“Hey princess.” His voice was low and you could have shuddered at the sound of it in your ear, leaning your head against his shoulder and watching the rain collect in the grass.

“Whats on your mind?” You responded just as softly and he sighed at the question, not surprised you managed to read him so quickly. “Thinking about your mom?”

He nodded his head and you felt it lean against yours as his other hand went around your stomach so he was hugging you to him. You rubbed the back of it softly, feeling the ridges between his knuckles and calloused skin.

“And Lucky.” He sounded a bit dazed and you couldn’t help the pout that appeared on your face.

There were dozens of nights where you dreamed of Jungkook, most of them including him on the back of the large horse with a bright smile as he basked in the sun. You’d wake up to see his skin that was a couple shades paler now and a grin that required more effort and you’d wait all day until you could sleep again.

You picked your head up so you could look at him, hand on his cheek as you rubbed soothingly and waited for him to lock eyes with you. They were heavy when they finally did and words failed you again as they so often did so you were kissing him.

He hummed into it and you realized it had been a while since you’d been able to give him this type of affection, both of you always so exhausted and shut off. The spark between you didn’t die because of the sheer desire and affection between you but it definitely wasn’t being flamed.

His grip tightened when your tongue pushed in between his lips and you could feel his body go taut, his mouth moving quicker as he sat up in the chair and leaned into you more.

Your hand slid from his face into his hair that was the longest you’d ever seen it and the action pulled a louder noise out of him.

The rain and the sounds of you kissing was all you could focus on and you felt like you’d open your eyes and be back on the farm, back when you were only shared glances and giggles as he whisked you away to the barn.

He slowed down his pace, desperate movements becoming soft pecks that told you he didn’t actually want to stop and your eyes fluttered open to look at him in confusion. He looked pained at the expression like it physically hurt him to not give you what he could tell you wanted and his hand squeezed your waist affectionately.

“Gotta get back to work.” He said in a hoarse voice, sounding much more grown up than the boy you’d met last year.

“Me too.” You breathed and it came out a lot sadder than you had meant it to, portraying an emotion much deeper than the one ending your lunch break gave you.

You forgot about the pathetic sandwich you had made this morning and left it to warm on the counter so you could stay in his arms a few minutes longer, listening to the rain and his heartbeat like it would somehow get rid of the rest of the noise from the world you’d been smothered in.

Jungkook left shortly before you and you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you never went back to work, calling in to the office and letting the roughness of your voice fully come through as you proclaimed you were sick.

It wasn’t because your laziness had fully taken effect nor because you randomly decided you deserved a break.

Instead you spent the rest of the day hunched over the kitchen table as you spread papers and papers across the surface, phone held so tightly to your ear you nearly ripped it off the wall a handful of times.

Your last call was to a familiar number, one you called about a dozen times over the hard year when Jungkook was asleep or gone on an overnight shift.

He had decided to go no contact with his mother the second he left, unable to stop himself from feeling a sense of betrayal despite her overwhelming love and kindness towards him. She was a bystander to his abuse, encouraging it at times when it was something as ‘small’ as a light spanking or extra chores.

It took a lot for him to admit that he didn’t deserve the violence his father inflicted on him and even longer to accept that he wasn’t solely responsible and his mother was guilty too in her own way.

You felt like you were betraying him by keeping up with Nari, giving her small updates about the two of you while you talked in a hushed voice on the phone. The calls only lasted a few minutes, never enough for her to pry although she never once tried.

She’d simply ask how he was in a shaky voice and you’d tell her as she sighed in relief or dejection if you admitted things had been hard. There was never advice offered in fear of overstepping your boundaries, only hearing you out and then wishing you luck and lots of love before hanging up.

This call was a lot longer and ended with both of you having cracking voices and both hurt and a flicker of hope in your chest.

It took months for that flicker to grow into something more and it was torturous to keep it from Jungkook, your partner in life and so much more. There was nothing you couldn’t tell him and now you felt like your entire day was constructed around him finding out what you’d been up to.

He didn’t seem to notice the change in you, the sleepless nights and the way you now seemed to always be doing paperwork and cutting your breaks early so you could go make more phone calls at the pay phone up the road.

You’d thought you were totally sliding under the radar until you came home one day a little past dinner to find him sitting on the edge of the bed with a sullen look on his face, his elbows resting on his knees and his hand covering his light scruff.

“Are you cheating on me?”

His flat voice made your feet stick to the floor and your eyes widened as you stared down at him, rushing to set down your bag and take off your coat so you could sit beside him, facing him as he stared forward like he didn’t want to look at you.

“What? No, how could you think that?” You felt stupid as soon as you asked because it made perfect sense why he would think that.

You’d come to the same exact conclusion if he was suddenly coming home late from work and disappearing at random moments to speak in a quiet voice on the phone.

The look on his face when he turned it towards you told you he was on the same train of thought and you sighed softly, desperation flooding through you at the thought that your attempts to make things better might have been silently ruining it all.

You had a tendency to forget that Jungkook was much more sheltered than you growing up and that you were his first partner, his first of most things.

“I would never.” Your hand was holding his jaw lightly so he couldn’t look away from your sincere gaze as you spoke in a firm voice. “Ever ever ever. That would never happen.”

He looked pained and you weren’t sure if it was because he didn’t believe you or if he felt guilt for even accusing you, most likely the latter considering he was the kindest man you’d ever met and you knew he couldn’t bare the thought of negatively affecting you even if he thought you were being disloyal.

“I’ve been…” You paused as you fumbled for words, mouth opening and closing. “I’m sorry for being so distant. I really zoned in on our savings and our leasing agreement.”

It wasn’t exactly a lie, all things you were actually doing as a piece of the bigger picture but it still made your stomach twist to even slightly fabricate the truth to him.

He nodded his head softly, eyes vulnerable and a bit embarrassed. It made your stomach twist and feel even sicker and you waited a few seconds to make sure the doubt had left his face and he wasn’t just agreeing to appease you.

Then he was kissing you and the action was so sudden you forgot to respond for a breath before instinct was kicking in.

There was a part of you that wanted to stop him and talk about this more, make sure he was actually feeling okay and had believed the answer you had given him. His hands slipping around your lower back was enough to make you push that aside and you moved swiftly so you were sitting in his lap.

You kissed desperately, his mouth moving against yours as you made soft noises that he eagerly swallowed.

Jungkook and you had your fair share of intimacy but still hadn’t had sex, not for lack of trying. You really hadn’t stopped moving and fighting for a better life since you both made the decision to start one together and it never felt like the right time.

You hated the idea of sleeping together and one of you not being all the way there mentally, lost in thoughts of work or what would happen in a few months if you couldn’t figure things out. There were other things you did, learning rather quickly that his actions in the barn was something he enjoyed doing quite a lot but it never went too far.

His hands smoothed over your thighs and you squealed a bit when he was suddenly picking you up and moving so he could lay you down on the bed, his body moving to be on top of you.

You could feel him trembling a bit from need and your legs parted so he could easily slot between them, his hips shifting as he picked his head up from the kiss and looked down between your legs with a pained expression.

Your mouth moved to his jaw while he was distracted, kissing down his neck and licking at the warm skin as he hissed at the feeling. His hand that wasn’t supporting his body weight went to tug at your shirt and you breathed out heavily.

You sat up just enough that he could pull it off and he outwardly groaned at the sight of you shirtless despite how many times he’d seen it. Jungkook always made you feel like the most beautiful girl alive, looking at you like it was the first time every moment you were together.

“I love you.” You breathed out and he hummed at the sound of it, stealing your move and kissing your neck softly. You gripped his hair on the back of his head and arched your back enough for him to feel you shifting under him.

“I love you more. You’re so beautiful.” His voice was low and rough in the way you really liked, your eyes fluttering shut when his tongue smoothed over your collarbone.

His shirt was off next and your hands eagerly smoothed over the expanse of his skin, rubbing up and down his strong back and slipping between your bodies to feel the trail of hair down his stomach. You listened to the way his breath stuttered before he stuffed his face into your neck and nearly whimpered.

“Good baby?” You said in a soft voice, nearly a purr as you cranked up the seductive tone. He made another pained noise when you pushed past the waistband of his sweatpants and you almost laughed at the sound of it until your hand wrapped around his length and you realized how hard he was. “All this just from kissing?”

“Don’t make fun of me.” His words came out strained and you smiled at the sound of it, stroking him slow to purposely rile him up some more.

You liked him like this, something you’d never explored with the various hookups you had before him. Jungkook could take control easily and more often than not he did, his grip on you firm and his words menacing and filthy when he got you off on his fingers or tongue but then there was this side of him.

The side where he’d let you take over and guide him through inexperience, teasing remarks and drawn out orgasms that occasionally ended with him in tears.

There was something about having such a large and rugged boy coming undone for you that you absolutely lived for and you were glad he seemed to be leaning towards that dynamic tonight.

“Because you like it too much?” You were actually laughing now, soft giggles that made him groan as he picked his head up and kissed you again just to shut you up.

His hand was all over you while you kept touching him gently, more focused on the way your mouths moved and his tongue tangling against yours like he was starved for it.

You felt your bra being unclasped and you smiled into the kiss, so genuinely in love and enamored by him and everything he did that it made you feel a little bit sick. You’d never once thought this amount of feeling was possible and he made it so easy to forget that things were difficult right now.

“I want you.” He breathed out and your eyebrows furrowed with tension as his hips shifted again, clearly rubbing against your core intentionally now so you didn’t misconstrued his words. “I need you Y/N.”

“You have me.” You said so earnestly that it made him freeze for a few seconds, peering down at you with a look that you told yourself to ask more about later. He got rid of it as quick as it came and he was nodding before kissing you so softly you almost forgot how tension filled the room was.

It wasn’t long before the rest of your clothes came off and you couldn’t ever get enough of kissing him, almost feeling immature with the knowledge you could probably do nothing but just kiss him for the rest of your life.

You hadn’t really processed that he was intending more than usual tonight and your breath caught when you felt his big hand wrapping around the underside of your knee so he could lift your leg up a bit and really slot himself between you.

Your eyebrows furrowed at him in confusion and he looked a little pained as he stared down at you, expression on his face nervous like he also hadn’t planned for this. You knew Jungkook didn’t think about his virginity so intensely anymore, the two of you having lots of talks about toxic masculinity especially surrounding being sexually active.

But you still knew it was a big deal for him and you didn’t want to take it lightly, wordlessly holding his face for a moment and silently asking him if this was okay. He stole a page out of your book and answered by kissing you again, managing to distract you both again.

“Can you- fuck.” His words fell over each other when he accidentally pressed right up against your wet core and you felt his back tense under your hands, his face looking a little frustrated now.

“Yeah baby.” You breathed out, understanding what he needed as your free hand went back between your connected bodies. He leaned his head forward to rest against your shoulder when you grabbed his hard length again and you could hear him breathing heavily.

You helped position him towards your entrance, encouraging him with soft kisses against the side of his head until he was rolling his hips forward and freezing up when he was halfway inside of you and could feel the full expanse of your wet heat.

“Fuck, you’re big.” You pushed the words out in a strained string of breaths and he groaned, either from the sound of your praising words or the way you felt around him. “You can move. You won’t hurt me I promise.”

He didn’t seem to need much direction after that and like everything else in the world, Jungkook had found another thing he was naturally good at. The fact he was inside of you was making you dizzy after an entire year of loving him and waiting for the right time to finally have him in such a powerful way.

You were overwhelmed by both bodily pleasure and the adoration you felt for Jungkook and all you had been through together, the dedication to making it work despite the odds being against you and the way he made you feel on a daily basis.

His low voice swearing against your neck was distracting you from your sentimental train of thoughts and now all you could focus on was how whiny he sounded when he got like this.

It felt ridiculous that somebody who looked like him could come undone for you like this and you didn’t feel like you even half deserve this amount of power.

You couldn’t stop thinking about it even when it was over and the two of you were laying there in peaceful silence together, bodies as bare as your hearts always were and his arms wrapped tightly around you like he was still afraid you’d disappear even after all this time.

“You’re thinking.” He said simply and it came out muffled and laced with exhaustion, his arms tightening and his chin resting on your shoulder so you were really trapped in him. You made a small noise, a hum of acknowledgment to what he had said but not necessarily an answer. “Let me hear?”

There was a long break in the air as you thought hard about what you wanted to say, how to word the thousand different things racing through your mind. He, in his truest nature, stayed quiet and patient as he waited for you to figure it out. He was laying soft kisses on your bare shoulders where you assumed some of your moles were and you suddenly felt like you could cry.

“I just love you.” Is what you eventually came up with and it left your mouth sounding strangled and more emotional than you had meant to convey. His breath spanned across your shoulder blades and you were very glad you were not facing him, both because the tears in your eyes and because you couldn’t bare the look on his face.

“I love you.” He replied easily and it struck you how it never sounded rehearsed. There was never a single time you felt like it was just a habit to say when you left for work or before you went to sleep, every syllable always felt like it was being laid out in front of you for acceptance.

There was no certain thing in your lives from finances to the state of your environment but you knew one thing for sure and that was the fact that you loved each other more than anything else.

“You’re everything.” This time he whispered the words and you almost felt nauseous at the sound of him knowing exactly what you were thinking just like he always did. How did he have the ability to get into parts of you that you hadn’t even explored yet?

Was there something in the stars that granted him access or were you reserving those sections specifically for someone so unlike yourself, so gentle and forgiving at the times where you found it impossible to be. Jungkook tightened his arms around you and you thought of small town markets and the smell of fresh water drying on your clothes.

You thought of days where his skin was tanner and his eyes were hazy from the weed you snuck out to smoke together, the question in the air when you laid together and talked about your lives that used to be so far removed from each other.

Now you weren’t sure where he stopped and where you began and you much preferred life like this, with him and all of his heart fully at your disposal but it was hard to not dream of the days where your secret was your biggest problem and where you smiled so much you didn’t feel human anymore.

Your fantasy life had been so short lived that you would have figured you made it all up if you hadn’t taken him from the pages and brought him home with you. You felt so silly for being homesick over a life that wasn’t yours while he seemed to be content anywhere if it meant he got to have you.

His arms tightening again made you realize you had never answered him and guilt ripped through you as you heard his breathing even out, knowing right away by the rise and fall of his chest against your back that he had fallen asleep while you got lost in your thoughts.

You were ready to be back to normal, ready to tell him what was on your mind and what you had been doing on these late nights. You hated that he had doubted your loyalty because you would die before ever making him feel like that but you couldn't give him the level of honesty you wished you could.

Months carried on like this and you were starting to lose yourself in the pressure to make this work while also keeping yourself active and healthy in your relationship, learning from your mistakes and refusing to let Jungkook slip through the cracks in your search for the grander picture.

There were a dozen more days where you curled into bed feeling drained and useless, crying softly while Jungkook asked you what's wrong before eventually giving up and just holding you. Similar days where he came home from work with furrowed brows and a slammed truck door, not even stopping to take off his boots before he was disappearing into a half an hour long shower.

Finally, after almost two years of feeling like you had left a part of yourselves somewhere along the journey of finding each other, you received the call you had been waiting for. It happened on a random Tuesday while you were at work, heart tightening as you recognized the area code and quickly excused yourself to the break room.

Your words were hushed and your eyes were teary but suddenly you could breathe again and you poured endless thank yous into the phone, leaving for your lunch break without even clocking out and hoping you could catch Jungkook at home before he went back to work.

He was standing there in the kitchen when you arrived and you took a second to stand in the driveway and watch him through the small window above the sink. He looked like he was singing something and you could tell by the movement of his shoulders that he was cleaning up whatever dishes he had used for lunch, your heart lurching with the need to run in and see him clearly.

YOu were thankful for this small house and how it had allowed you to maintain some semblance of normalcy while you pushed forward but you were ready to say goodbye and now you finally could after a few more baby steps. You'd been running for so long and now you could take a breather, pushing through the door and throwing yourself into his arms before he could even greet you.

Jungkook was confused but not ever going to deny you anything so he wrapped tightly around you, back tensing when he heard your soft cries and then releasing when he realized it was from happiness.

It was impossible to not tell him everything right then and there but you held it back the best you could, pulling back to look at him with wet cheeks and the brightest smile he had seen from you in over a year. You at least promised him you could tell him tomorrow and that he just needed to trust you and be patient, the easiest thing when it came to you.

The next morning you pulled a pair of boots from the very back of your closet and bounced a little in them once they were fully on, your smile not having faded since you woke up. Jungkook was clueless but your happiness was all that mattered to him and it was infectious, giving you a strange look when you giggled and placed one of his hats from storage on his head.

He raised an eyebrow from under the rim and wrapped his arms around your back as you stood there feeling like you were both wearing costumes, his bottom lip pulled between his two prominent front teeth as he bit back a smile.

You’d dragged him out to the truck and reminded him to trust you as you gave off directions, taking you out of the suburbs and so far away from the city you felt like you could finally catch your breath. Jungkook felt anxiety itching under his skin considering how out of the loop he was but you scooted across the bench seat to press against him and it waved off of him.

The truck went silent as you pulled up to a small farm house and Jungkook said nothing for a long time, so long that you wondered if he had figured out where you were and what you were there for.

“C’mon.” You encouraged softly with a nod of your head as you climbed out of the truck and onto the loose gravel road. You stood still as you stared at the house and the land surrounding it and you could hear his door slamming shut from behind you, turning to face him with a smile and an extended hand.

“Talk to me.” He said softly but it was a bit firm around the edges and you could tell the mystery was starting to actually get to him a little bit, feeling left out regardless if you assured him it was for the better. He still gripped your hand like it was a lifeline and you stood there staring at him for a few seconds.

It was impossible to figure out where to start, what part of the timeline to pick up from and how much detail you wanted to get into right now. You decided you wanted this moment to be exactly what it was and you could break it down for him later as much as he wanted.

“We own it.” You said it so simply that there was no room for misinterpretation, especially considering the way you glanced over your shoulder back at the house with excitement radiating off of you.

He let out a long breath and you paused to watch him go through a range of things. First confusion as his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed, gaze past you and on the house and the porch that wrapped around it. Then came understanding and his body looked light like he was about to collapse before his eyes were welling up with tears and he took a step backwards, hand over his mouth as he ran it over his jaw to try and ground himself.

“Jungkook.” You said gently as you took a few steps forward, holding him by the waist softly with one hand with your other one resting where his racing heart laid. “Take a breath, I need you to breathe.”

There was a nod like he understood you but you weren’t sure he did, cupping his face instead and taking an exaggerated breath yourself so he could parrot it back to you.

“How?” He eventually pushed out and you shook your head at him with a look that told him you could talk about it later. Right now you wanted this to be all that mattered and luckily he knew your heart and knew immediately that's what you wanted, nodding silently and pulling you in for a tight hug.

It wasn’t the grand farmhouse that Jungkook had grown up with, lacking the miles and miles of acres that made up his childhood and the beginning of your story together but it was yours and that's all that mattered. There was a rocking chair on the porch, a large kitchen for you to laugh as you did dishes together, and stars that stretched for miles and miles.

Most importantly, there was a small stable out past the main barn that held a reserved spot for one specific horse. Jungkook had nearly collapsed in tears when he heard the sounds of him neighing in the distance as you approached the house, knowing right away that it was Lucky.

You’d gone back to your current house later that night after walking through everything with teary eyes and the desire to make this place yours, to build memories to laugh a lifetime as you began a new path together. You sat down on your bed and had a long talk about everything.

There was hurt in his eyes as you confessed you had been talking with his mother and then devastation when you told him she had been in a legal battle with your father. She had gathered enough evidence of his blackmail and abusive behavior regarding his ownership of the Jeon’s farm to sue him ten times over and he eventually conceded with a large payout.

He started to cry again when you softly told him that they owned it all now, having paid more than enough over the years for it to be fully settled and for everything to be transferred over to them. His parents may have caused his harm but it felt like a weight off of his soul to know they didn’t have to worry about losing their life's work ever again and that they no longer had to struggle to keep up with your fathers financial demands.

You went on to explain that his mother had included you in her claims, insisting she saw parental neglect and monetary alienation from a young age. You imagined your father figured it would be easier to also pay you off than to go through with fighting against you and Nari any longer.

It wasn’t much and it left a sour taste in your mouth to accept anything from him, even if it was taken from him and not charity. You felt sick when the money hit your account and even worse when you had to sign paper work that cited you would no longer associate yourself with your family name or business under any circumstance.

The feeling hadn’t left you but you knew it would all be worth it.

Nari had helped you find the perfect home, transporting Lucky herself with the help of other people in town who had cared for Jungkook since he was young. His father hadn’t said a word about it the entire time from your knowledge and you didn’t bring him up when explaining everything.

You could see it in the hard lines of his face that he was curious but he didn't ask and you didn't tell.

There was nothing to describe the feeling of finally getting to tell him all of this and to see the look in his eyes, so obviously unable to express to you what this all meant to him. Nobody had ever done anything for him let alone something to this grand scale and for a man of few words already, he had absolutely none to offer.

Luckily that was never an issue between the two of you and you knew exactly what he wanted to say just by the way he was staring at you, the passion behind the kiss he gave you when you finally got him all caught up.

You knew there were still loose ends you needed to tie up with your current jobs and lease but the knowledge that you had a new future out where the stars were bright and the air was lighter made your entire world view shift back in a way that set your mind free.

It was second nature to climb into his truck with boxes upon boxes behind you and your cats in the seat next to you, your beautiful boy on the opposite side with his button up shirt on and his sleeves rolled up. You leaned your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes as you felt the smooth city roads roughen up again, a smile building on your lips.

His hand wrapped around your knee and you felt your heart soar again.

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