The Definition Of Forever (Inked Hearts 1)

One hundred-nine

AN:

Happy weekend!

This chapter is dedicated to @mimi1516 thank you for all your comments 💜

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Diana first person POV:

Beep, beep, beep, beep, BEEP.

The lock clicks free and I open the door to my apartment. Fresh morning light streams through the large window and casts a brilliant shine over the entire room. But the light wears on me, and I feel a threatening urge to draw over the blinds.

"Well, that was a long night." Jungkook sighs from behind me and starts taking off his shoes, and indeed it was. I don't know how long we stayed up but it was well into the morning: telling stories, sharing memories, and laughing through the night. Sometime around two, we all went up to bed, but I couldn't sleep. I'd been able to shove away my emotions after talking with Kate and enjoy the evening, but when the lights were turned out and silence surrounded me, it was all I could think about. That, and my soulmate who slept peacefully behind me with his arms around me.

How am I supposed to leave him?

After pretending to be asleep for hours, I finally couldn't take it any longer and pretended to wake up (which woke him too) and told him that I was going to head back to my place. But he had no intentions of letting me leave so easily and insisted on driving me back and walking me to my door.

I'm beginning to really see how big of a thing it is for him to be aware when I have to leave, and how he'd rather wake up early and see me home than me leave without him knowing. Which only makes this harder for me.

"A fun one though." I hum and try my very hardest to keep sadness out of my tone. Who knows how many more of these nights I'll get to have with them?

Slipping off my shoes, we walk into my kitchen. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." he hums happily and cages his arms around me, trapping me between him and the island.

I can feel my throat start to close again, and smile and nod instead of trying to speak.

Smiling back, Jungkook leans in, closing the distance between us slowly like an animal stalking another. I shudder as the space between us vanishes, and as he presses his lips to mine, the barriers keeping me from reaching for him fall down in pieces.

Wrapping my arms around his neck and shoulders, I cling to him and feel myself shake in his arms as he presses me into the back of the island, one hand behind me bracing himself and the other hooked around my waist and moves his lips faster.

I need him. My body needs him. My soul and heart need him. And the thought of having to leave is just too much for them, making me reach out to him in whatever ways possible. And I start to lose myself in his kisses.

I arch up into him automatically, gripping the material of his hoodie harder, but he only holds me tighter, and as he continues to press and massage my lips with his own in soothing but addicting ways. My head starts to feel fuzzy as well, and I lean back into his arm and let him tip me back as he kisses me deeply.

I want to forget.
I want to deal with it later.
I want to stay here, in the moment and forever, with him.

But...

"Jungkook," I murmur in between kisses, "We- we need to talk."

Hands move from around me down to my legs, and with an easy motion, I'm being lifted up onto the cool counter, and he steps between my legs, pulling me to the edge and reattaching his arms around me.