#idk this christmas has seemed overly stressful for no good reason

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Nolan Patrick - Christmas

A/N: HI! So idk what made me write this and I kind of just couldn’t not write it the more it thought about it. It’s my first imagine though so please be nice - also if you have any comments about it - Let me know cause I think I’ll write more of these (: thanks! - h (*also sorry about the cheesy ending - it’s Christmas and im feeling super cheesy)

Summary: Who ever decided that Christmas is “The Most Wonderful Time of the Year” was obviously is out to spite you. Wonderful, my ass. Between the constant pressure of finding everyone the right gifts on a tight budget and not knowing which family member you’re going to see next it is safe to say that the only thing you’re looking forward to on Christmas is crawling into your bed after wining and dining with family you haven’t seen all year and probably wont see for another 364 days. I guess it’s a good thing you have Nolan by your side.

Christmas is supposed to be about spending time with family and friends - but when your family gets you so wound up you can barely think straight, all you can be thankful for is the rest of the year when you don’t have to put up a happy facade and tell everyone about your plans for the future or why there isn’t a special someone in your life. So when your friend Nolan, who you’d recently met as the newest tennant in your housing complex tells you he’s going to be alone over Christmas Break you decided that it would be a great idea to invite him to your families Christmas Party.

A buffer would be great, you thought. Nolan would be exceptionally helpful at keeping your father and uncles away from you as they could talk sports until they were blue in the face. Now it was just your mom and aunts that you needed to be wary of.

“You know Nols, you don’t have to come if you don’t want to. If you want you can just drop me off I can always Uber back to the house.” As you were riding to your parents home, you couldn’t help but feel overly anxious - maybe it was better if you didn’t subject Nolan to the craziness that is your family. After all, once he has to deal with them, you probably won’t be seeing him anymore.

“It’ll be fine, Y/N. Besides regardless of how this goes, it’ll be a lot better than staying home alone watching the 24 hour marathon of A Christmas Story.” He chuckled at your nervousness and grabbed your hand from your lap before rubbing small circles on the back of it.

“I’m just saying my family can be a little . . . Much at times. I just want to apologize in advance - I’ve never really brought anyone around them before, so I really don’t know how this is going to go. I mean its not that your my boyfriend or anything and need to be worried I just really don’t know how this is gonna look. I mean my mom -“ You started to ramble but were cut off when Nolan gave your hand a tight squeeze.

“Y/N, It‘ll be fine - Now we’re on the right street. . . But what house is it?”

“1220 - it’s a few houses down on the left.” You could feel your leg shaking - dealing with your family alone was stressful, and while you thought that having Nolan would make it less of an issue, you’re starting to wonder whether or not this was a good idea.

As soon as Nolan pulled into the driveway you hurried to get out of the car and met him at the trunk to grab the box of gifts you have for your family. Nolan carries the bottle of whiskey and the flowers he grabbed for your mom at the supermarket close to your place, before placing his hand on the small of your back to lead you to the door.

After a quick knock you opened the door only to be met with the shocked faces of your family. Your dad was the first to speak up “Y/N, we knew you were on your way but who is this? We didn’t know you had anyone else coming”

“Hi Everyone, this is my friend Nolan. He wasn’t able to spend Christmas with his family this year so I brought him with me, I hope that’s okay”

“Of course it is hun, I mean a little warning would be nice but I can add another setting to the table quickly. Thanks for coming Nolan.” Your mother quickly hurried to the dining room to make a space for your plus one. You couldn’t help but feel confused as you put your presents in everyone’s designated piles - your parents were being awfully nice . . . which was so unlike them.

“So Nolan, is your team going to continue to shit the bed this season? Or should I pick a more reliable team for my fantasy hockey league?” You’re chest clenched - this wouldn’t end well - you knew your dad liked sports but didn’t think he paid that much attention to hockey

“With all due respect sir, we definitley are trying our hardest. We haven’t had the best start to the season but that’s not for lack of trying. “ You could tell that Nolan was trying to be nice, but was still getting frustrated.

You could hear your dad huff from behind you, “ but the capitals . . . “ if this conversation were to continue, you had a feeling you would be leaving with one angry Flyer.

You went to ask about the food, hoping that by stuffing their mouths, it would prevent Nolan and your Dad from getting into it over hockey “Mom, is dinner ready?”

“Is that all you think about food? Y/N its not like you need much more” You began to shake your head knowing your mothers had issues with your weight since you were a child. “Go get everyone while I grab the food out of the oven, then we can say grace at the table.”

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After a long and trying to avoid as many questions as you could from your parents about any potential relationship between you and Nolan, you all sat around the tree getting ready to exchange some presents and enjoy a nice hallmark Christmas movie together. Your mother brought out a tray of cookies and hot chocolate for everyone to share. Reaching for one of the larger sugar cookies you couldn’t help but stop yourself when you felt your mother’s hand on your wrist.

After giving her an odd look you felt her lean over the side of the loveseat you and Nolan were sharing before she whispered in your ear. “Y/N, you already had so much at dinner maybe a cookie isn’t the best idea right now. Wouldn’t want to have to exchange the clothing I got you for a bigger size. I got a gift receipt for a reason, but that wasn’t it”

You shook your head and leaned back against the couch. Now there was the family you knew and loved. You could tell that Nolan knew something was up when he offered you a portion of his chocolate chip cookie and you politely declined. It was time for presents and your family has a tradition of pulling names out of a hat to see who gets to open up their gifts one at a time, and you couldn’t wait for the exchange to be over so you and Nolan could head home before you each went your separate ways.

Of course, this year your luck really had run out and you ended up being the last one to open your gifts. While you all usually only exchanged one or two things you never knew what your family would find and think of you, so mix the anticipation with your large want to leave and you couldn’t help yourself from bouncing your knee and tapping your fingers.

Your pile was small, not that you expected or needed much. So when you pulled out a few new workout outfits only to find a gym membership at the bottom, you couldn’t help but sigh. After muttering a quick and silent thanks to your parents, you began to get up from where you sat, frustrated that the only thing your parents could find for you was workout clothes. Your apartment complex had a gym included that you didn’t even need to pay for, but obviously your parents thought you needed to do more. Before you could leave the room, your mom was quick to grab one final gift from under the tree and handed it to you with a laugh.

“Here Y/N, we thought that this was an appropriate gift for you. Something you’ll never be able to find for yourself.” Scrunching your nose in confusion, you once again sat beside Nolan and started to unwrap the small box. Everyone started laughing at your reaction, and it was clear that your mom had made it known that she was proud of the Grow a Boyfriend toy she had found.

Pushing the toy back into the box you grabbed onto Nolan’s wrist. “Well thank you for the presents but I think it’s time Nolan and I headed back to our complex, we wouldn’t want to travel in this weather after all.” Everyone seemed confused as you looked outside where the lightest dusting of snow remained - Nonetheless, your family bid you goodnight and you and Nolan both started your drive home silently.

“I’m really sorry you had to sit through that. . . I was kind of hoping for a miracle to happen and for my family to not be dicks this time.”

Nolan grabbed your hand again and sighed. “It wasn’t that bad, I can tell that they stress you out though. You don’t deserve the way they treat you. While it isn’t necessarily as bad as physical abuse, I can still tell they find ways to put you down and that isn’t okay.”

You could feel tears in your eyes. No one else had been around long enough to notice the snide remarks your family made about you or how what they thought was funny would actually hurt your feelings.

“I really don’t want to end Christmas on a bad note, so instead of going straight back to our respecitve places . . . how about we go do something fun instead?” You looked at Nolan with a look of confusion - you hadn’t expected him to want to spend anymore time with you after having to deal with your family.

After giving him a positive answer, you started to get worried once you drove past your apartment complex. It wasn’t until you reached the next red light that he hurriedly pulled a beanie out of the arm rest between you. “Hold this over your eyes, I want this to be a surprise.

It wasn’t much longer until you felt the car stop. “Nolan where are we?”

He chuckled under his breath, “You’ll find out in a minute. Now I’m just going to sit you here,” you felt yourself being lowered into a seat. “And I’ll be right back - don’t move and don’t peek, okay?”

You nodded your head yes and waited for him to come back to you. You heard a big click almost as if it was a set of overhead lights being turned on, and almost jumped out of your seat when you felt an arm on your shoulder.

“Yo, chill out, it’s just me, Y/N. Go ahead and take the hat off so you can see again”

You couldn’t help but laugh when you realized that his version of a surprise was taking you to an ice rink.

“I should’ve known Nolan - what are we doing here?”

“We’re gonna skate, duh. And before you say anything about not having skates, I already grabbed you one of the extra pairs they have here. First though, I got you a Christmas Present and after seeing what your family got you, I figured it was best to wait.”

Out of his pocket Nolan pulled out a small ring box. “Nols you didn’t have to get me anything. I mean I don’t have anything for you.” You started to get antsy but he was quick to shush you.

In the box was the cutest silver ring with your initials on it. You were in shock at the sight of it. “Now I know its not anything fancy but TK got one for his mom and I couldn’t help but think it would be nice for you . . .”

“Nolan, I love it. Thank you” You couldn’t help but tear up at the thought of him getting you something so dainty and personalized.

“Those better not be tears, Y/N. After all we haven’t even made it onto the ice yet.”

As you both put your skates on, you couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world. For the longest time, Nolan was just a neighbor - the cute guy at the end of the hall. But now it felt like there was so much more which made you think that maybe Christmas isn’t so bad afterall.

[9uk]

From The Bottom of My Heart

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⌲ summary : maybe you and Jungkook, through heaven or hell, have always meant to stay close to each other.

⌲ pairing : bully!jungkook x reader

⌲ word count : 3.6k

⌲ genre : angst, fluff idk

⌲ warnings : mentions of past abuse, xoxo

⌲ a/n : this is what y’all hoes wanted hehe, so here it is. Happy New Year’s in advanced! also, happy birthday taetae <3

**Spin-off from my series Let Me Stay Close To You. If you haven’t read it, I’d suggest you read it first to have a better understanding of the context of this story. Read it here.

It's that time of the year again—where gifts are exchanged and gingerbread houses are made, where evergreen conifers are decorated with ornaments hung by the overly-excited children and the smell of Ceylon tea, baked  potatoes and ham fills the kitchen. Everyone gathers around the fireplace and share their strange or ridiculous encounters over the year, laughters bursting and smiles everlasting while the star ornament sits on top of the Christmas tree gently, shining.

At least that's what you think Christmas is like, and should be.

In the sad world of reality, you have always spent the festive occasion coped up in your mother's café, selling log cakes and butterscotch cookies, telling kids to be careful with the hot chocolate you have just created and handed over to them.

It's the season when the shop is exceptionally busy, with overflowing customers who have foam gathered on their upper lips as they chat with joy over a cup of peppermint mocha latte.

It's supposed to be a wonderful period—well at least for you this year.

You are thousands of miles away from that crusty coffee place your mother runs, and you have completely forgotten about everything you've painstakingly memorised on the Christmas menu.

When you first received a hug from Sooyoung in what seemed like decades, the gesture ignited a small thought at the back of your head, that Christmas this year was going to be a little less lonely and spiced with fun instead. Who would have thought that friendships can appear as strong steel bridges of bonds, but yet so easily snap like a wooden plank.

With the money you received from your parents and the pay you get at that greasy restaurant, you were able to rent a not too shabby apartment a few streets from the university. But the fact that you are now living alone, that's the part that creeps into your late night thoughts at times.

You clearly remember Jungkook bugging you with an undefeated persistence to get your ass to the Christmas party Taehyung holds every year.

"C'mon, it will be fun. I promise, you have me!"

He knows what you have in mind, that all your friends have left your side and you would feel like a total loser and loner at the party.

Ex-friends, you mean.

If it weren't for them, you wouldn't have attended a single party at all.

He continues nudging your arm and whining for what seems like the nth time. "Please-"

"Okay, okay."

He looks at you with those big round glossy eyes you can't say no to. "I'll go."

And that is why you are currently freaking out over what to wear to the party. If only Sooyoung was—nevermind, screw that.

You fish out a random black dress from your closet and headed out before you changed your mind.

Being alone is no obstacle to you. It was being alone at a party that frightened you, it was a place where you are supposed to enter with friends—to be able to slowly fit into the crowd and be comfortable with the atmosphere in the house.

However, you were feeling jittery—much more than when you are called out to present your answer in front of the whole class. You didn't realise how accustomed you were to Sooyoung's constant bubbly presence beside you, not until this day. The party had just begun a while ago, and you hoped your entrance would hold the least significance to anyone in there, and you brushed off the thought of everyone's eyes on your weird form. That brat Jungkook had told you that he'd be waiting for you inside, and made you come to the party all by yourself.

What were you so afraid of anyway?

Maybe a couple of rumours had been spread between the ladies, and they would send you judgemental looks—but you were very used to it since the start, so why are you being so self-conscious right now?

Nonetheless, you picked up the phone and decided to dial someone—correction. The only one who you acquainted with in this college and is still on good (but strange) terms with you.

It was clear as day and green as grass that Namjoon has begun to harbour an interest much more than just physical attraction for you. During occasional study dates and the tutoring he offers you, you never once failed to catch him staring at you at least twice. You were pretty sure that there weren't any vegetable stuck between your teeth or crumbs on the corner of your lip though.

"What?" You look up to meet his eyes.

"What?" The both of you chuckle at the same time when he immediately shoots the question back at you.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" Namjoon is rendered speechless, it was almost as if all the excuses for him gawking at you in this manner had transformed into useless brain juice.

You were so far the first and only person who didn't judge or criticise him based on his looks. You even thought he was handsome and told him that straight in his face, and it made him wonder if you had standards lower than hell. "Nothing much, I-I think you look gorgeous today." He quickly averts his gaze to the homework before him, pretending to scribble somehing just to avoid your eyes and hide his blush. You shift your chair closer to him and lean in towards his face. "So...you mean only today?" You purposely pout.

His head shoots up, flabbergasted and he instantly corrects his words. "No! I mean—"

A cheeky smile grows on your face to replace the initial pout and you reassure him, "I'm just kidding, relax."

Namjoon's lips part slightly before he shakes his head and grins at your antics.

Namjoon informs you of his boredom and agrees to go with you to the party.

As expected, the house is filled with people for the alcohol here is free. In the stressful life of books and papers, who wouldn't mind a shot of tequila or two?

Namjoon is the gentleman that he is, offering you a ride to the venue but you politely decline. Instead, you choose to make your way over alone and meet him at the party itself. Having him accompany you was more than enough.

Your hand is on the handle of the front door to Taehyung's house and you cannot help but shift your weight nervously between your two feet. For some reason, the loud noises travelling from the inside are making your breath quicken and the overthinking to get to the better of you. You really hoped that not a single person would be attracted to your tiny appearance at this major party. It was then you realised how much Sooyoung and friends made you feel comfortable attending a huge party like this, they held your hand and gave you the much assurance you needed—that you were not alone.

And now you're back to square one.

What if everyone was playing games and having fun but suddenly upon your arrival the music dies down and all heads would be turned towards the main door with faces glaring at you?

Even though that is something that least likely would happen, you still prepare yourself for an unfortunate event like the aforementioned, or the worst that could happen. Right, just retreat and go home to the comfort of your laptop and bag of chips. And probably never face anyone in school ever again. Jesus Christ, the more of you think about it, your grip on the door handle is beginning to loosen and you would really be in bed in no less than a second. And your hesitance would result in a disappointed Jeon Jungkook.

Wait no, your meekly absence would never disappoint anyone.

You're not that important in such annual affairs.

You're not Regina George or something.

Now you feel stupid in this over-planned outfit and your makeup feels too extra.

You're just a loser with like barely any friends. Get it together. Why did you even agree to come? Just because Jeon Jungkook begged at the minimum? And he's nowhere to be seen. Just text Namjoon you're not feeling well, perfect excuse. You should have just remained at home where-

"Y/N!" The dark oak door suddenly flies open causing you to jump a little. His eyes are wide and shining with excitement, the dimples and wide grin supporting the assumption.

"How long have you been standing there? Come on in!" Namjoon is acting more like the host of the party than Taehyung is with the lovely invitation.

After he takes a proper look at you, his tongue darts out to wet his lips and he reaches out to intertwine his hand with yours to pull you into the house.

To say that you were merely overthinking would be an understatement.

Everybody was minding their own business, whether you stepped foot inside or not.

No one even acknowledged or is aware about your presence.

Except for a certain someone.

Namjoon is still holding your hand in a gentle yet possessive way, and he is different today for an unknown cause.

His confidence is exceptionally striking today and is clearly radiating off him. He is finally able to raise his head to meet the eyes of people with ease.

The way he waves and firmly greets an acquaintance walking past him and makes his way through the group of people in this place— makes you smile involuntarily, for you recall he first time you met him, when he didn't even have the courage to lift his head to face you.

He leads you to an empty spot and cages your head between his both palms fixated onto the wall. Namjoon looks just about ready to devour you whole there and then.

"Someone's...confident tonight." You quirk a brow up and place your hands on his hips to pull him a little closer.

Nothing but an innocent gesture.

Teasing him was fun and you both enjoyed it. Your touch sends him groaning softly to himself and he tries to resist from kissing you there and then.

"Look princess," He calls lowly, "Let's take things slow tonight."

It was the first time he has ever called you by that pet name and you must admit you're rather turned on—no, taken aback, you mean. Right, just surprised.

The feeling of someone intensely staring is doing nothing but growing stronger with every inch Namjoon is gradually closing between your faces. It felt like sharp daggers shooting right at the both of you at that moment and it made whatever you were doing become uncomfortable.

For you were under the predatory gaze of someone.

Suddenly, when Namjoon's lips finally bump into yours, you felt like he was too close for your liking.

You had no idea why you were feeling and acting this way, but you pushed his body away from yours. He panics and questions if he has crossed the line worryingly. "No, no, sorry I need to excuse myself to the washroom. " You desperately wave both hands to assure that it had nothing got to do with him—but you.

It didn't feel right at all.

And with that, you hastily left his side, dashing upstairs to god knows where.

You're in search of a balcony or some sort, a quiet area that gets your fresh air and being alone.

Maybe it was too much to take, with how Namjoon was acting so boldly, and how things would escalate to another level once you give him consent. You also did not wish for the friendship to be left in shattered pieces after the both of you do something friends should not do.

Maybe he was stepping on the line, and you were decisive enough to push him further from it—but not enough to tell him. It would bring his well built self-esteem down. If you were going to reject him, you would have to do it properly and respectfully.

[20:44] Me: hey joon, i'm sorry. i needed to leave because something cropped up at home. the next ben & jerry's will be my treat. see you ard

You switch off your phone and tuck it away into your small bag.

You had just so happen to find a balcony when you randomly entered one of the rooms upstairs. Lucky for you, there weren’t any people banging the life out of each other in the bedroom you selected. You quietly shut the door close behind you as your eyes roam around the four walls.

On the dresser, there is a picture frame of Taehyung with his family at highschool graduation. You waltz your way over to the family portrait and pick it up carefully.

You swipethe layer of dust coating the glass with your finger and Taehyung and his family smiling brightly can be seen clearly.

He hasn’t changed much, boxy grin and cresent eyes still intact.

There is a sense of longing and envy blooming in your heart, and it clenches tightly, sourly.

You never had the blessing to be able to spend your graduation day with your family, the entire school is clueless that you even have a father. You lived your teen years in shame and hiding. It’s a pity because you did not have the opportunity to take pictures like Taehyung did in the open field, throwing his hat up to the sky and receiving flowers from his parents. Placing the frame down gently, you went to the balcony and closed the curtains for privacy in case anyone happened to come in to disrupt your moment of peace.

“What the hell are you doing?” Taehyung snatches his wrist away from Jungkook’s hard grip. He slams the door shut and confronts Taehyung. “Were you the one who invited that Namjoon guy?”

He furrows his brows at his friend, beyond agitated.

“Who?!” Taehyung questions back. “I don’t even know who-”

“Then do you know where Y/N is?” Jungkook prompts again, desperate.

“And how would I know that? You were the one secretly staring at her ever since she came in.” Taehyung had a point. But right when he saw Namjoon approach you, and you willingly went along to wherever he brought you—he couldn’t bear to just watch and not be able to do anything. Just then, a random girl went up to him and tried her luck—but obviously to no avail. After he shrugged her pestering, you were nowhere to be seen. Namjoon too, had disappeared somewhere else and he started growing worried. Had Namjoon managed to get you to his place?

“Ah…” He plops down onto his friend’s bed and tugs at his hair in frustration. The thought of Namjoon having his way with you and all to himself makes him boil in anger. He thinks you don’t deserve Namjoon, who has tried his shot with almost every girl—yet at the same time he thinks he is unworthy of you as well.

There is an inner conflict going on between his heart and mind. Was it really right to have someone he did not deserve at all? Will he even manage to get closer to you, open up your world and heal the both of your broken hearts together? Jungkook is capable at countless things—except you.

You were the enigma in his life, so forbidden and mysterious that he really wants to connect and share a special bond with you. He doesn’t say it aloud, but you meant a lot to him in a way or another.

“Something bothering you?” Taehyung probes, folding his arms trying to figure out his bestfriend.

“How…How do you confess to someone?”  

The question comes out as a shocker to Taehyung, but he is willing to help his friend out in a time of crisis for such a matter.

“Ha! You’ve came to the right person.” Taehyungs face beams with delight. “First,” He reaches out to grab Jungkook’s hand and interlace his fingers together with his. “Hold her hand. Properly, tightly. To show that you’re genuine in your confession. Also, to show how serious and certain you are about her.” Jungkook’s face contorts in disgust at the sight of Taehyung being a cheesy romantic. “Then,” He pulls Jungkook up from his bed and leans into his ear. “Look her in the face and tell her every word from the bottom of your heart. The words you’ve been wanting to tell her but never got the chance to..” Jungkook is frozen stiff with his bestfriend demonstrating on him. But Taehyung doesn’t stop.

He leans in close and pulls Jungkook into a tight hug. “Hug her! It must be tight as well, so that she can feel the affection you are trying to show.” Taehyung squeezes Jungkook and squeals happily for him. “Get off me! You’re squashing me dude!” Jungkook almost couldn’t breathe and Taehyung pats his back before stepping away. “That’s about it, there can be bonus if you want.”

“Nope, I’m good.” Jungkook smiles and pushes Taehyung to at least an arm’s length away.

“Back to real talk though, it’s Y/N isn’t it?”

“Did someone call me?” You emerge from the curtains through the balcony sliding doors, pretending to be oblivious. Jungkook presses his lips into a line and looks down at the floor, embarrassed to the sky. Taehyung notices and quickly announces that he has to host the party.

You carried on with your act, seeing as to how flustered Jungkook was becoming.

“I thought Taehyung called me.”

“No.” Jungkook hides his hands into the pockets of his jeans to appear collected, but truth is he was hiding how shaky and nervous he was around you—and the possibility that you had just heard their entire conversation.

“Is that so?” You doubt. Jungkook doesn’t reply, only giving you a nod of affirmation. “Well if that is so, I’ll make my leave.”

You smile at him and head for the door. Jungkook’s mouth open slightly.

“Wait, Y/N!”

The feeling of his fingers softly wrapped around your wrist is unexplainable—unlike the past, this time he holds you with care and a mindfulness to not hurt you in any way.

You spin around to face him.

“Uh, yes?”

Jungkook had always known you were decent looking, but this time you looked extraordinarily beautiful. The way you looked at him through your long lashes, the faded cherry lip tint you had on, your rich long locks falling over your shoulder and the mini black dress that hugged your figure so perfectly your cures were on display—you were the epitome of perfect, looking so endearing in a simple outfit as such and he swore to the heavens he would take immense care of you if you were ever in his arms. The scar doesn’t go unnoticed by him, and his stomach twists in an unpleasant manner at the sight of it. He is still unable to accept how he treated you in the past, and he hates himself more than anything for it—he wishes that you would at least grant him a chance to make up for his wrongdoings.

There is a need surging throughout his body, into his legs; stepping closer to you, into his hands; coming up to run his fingers through your hair and hold your face in place, and his face; diving in recklessly to smash his lips onto yours.

Maybe you thought that he would go according to Taehyung’s plan—confess then give you a a warm hug. But this wasn’t what you were expecting at all. 

Jungkook kisses you like it was the last time when it’s only the first, he tilts his head and meld his lips feverishly with yours. It feels like forever with the way he is kissing you, so slow and intimate yet so hasty and desperate. You are able to feel the feelings he is trying to convey through this intimacy—filled with regret, want and a sense of belonging. You belonged to him. Back then, now and in the future. Always. 

You wrap your arms around his waist and pull him in closer, mouth opening to grant his tongue access. He smiles into the kiss for a split moment before his tongue is darting out to swirl messily with yours, causing you to moan softly in his mouth. His grasp on your jaw doesn’t loosen and he bites down onto your lower lip before reluctantly pulling away.

A glow of red starts creeping onto his cheeks when the both of you look at each other, faces shy yet hearts pulsating with happiness.

You are the first to break the silence, smiling up at him, “That was…” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Everything between you and Jungkook had gone through mountains and seas, but this time—it escalated quickly to a whole new level. It was too much to accept at the moment, but it felt great with him for some reason. The both of you, so unfamiliar with each other’s worlds, yet understanding them to a depth no one outside can reach. There was still much to learn about each other, but you already felt this inseparable connection with the man standing before you.

You allow yourself to bury yourself into his chest and muffle your giggles, and he encases you in his muscular arms in a way never before. Hugging him made you feel complete, like two hearts that were finally pieced together as one. It provided you with a warmth so peculiar and never felt before. It felt surreal, almost akin to a dream.

He strokes your hair lovingly and places a firm yet chaste kiss on the top of your head. “Let me stay close to you Y/N,” He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “For a long, long time…I will love and take care of you all my life.” 

You smile and flutter your eyes close, waddling aimlessly around the room with arms around each other basking in the shining moonlight—never wanting to let go of each other.