Her Royal Highness ❃ 𝓳𝓳𝒌

Chapter 10

It's been two weeks since that night. The boys have been visiting every day and would stay until midnight. His and Her Majesty have come home too, finished with their trip – something that was still kept under wraps from you or anyone from the public.

It's around two in the morning and you can't sleep, the constant thunder reminding you to stay up. You wrapped the quilt tightly around you as you looked at the dark room, lightning illuminating the room and casting shadows at the same time. You turned to look at the window behind your bed, glancing at the tree branches lunging out for you and hitting the spot on the wall next to your window. You threw the covers off of you and grabbed your pillow, pushing your feet into your fluffy slippers and hurriedly making your way out of your room. You quietly opened Jungkook's door and closed it behind you, pressing your pillow to your torso. You gazed at his figure, the only view being his back – but you didn't mind at all. You left your shoes at the door and came close enough to the bed to step on the black shaggy rug underneath it. Jungkook gave a light groan as he squinted up at you, making your eyes widen.

"Did I wake you? I'm so sorry." You whispered and Jungkook didn't reply, unbothered because it was you who woke him up.

"Are you okay?" He asked, knowing you didn't come into his room for no reason. You licked your lips, feeling silly like a six year old afraid of the thunder.

"Can I sleep with you?" You asked, automatically giving your puppy eyes even though he couldn't see it in the dark. He nodded, lifting up the blankets for you to get in. You smiled, placing the pillow next to his and lying down, letting him drop his arm down to let the warmth encase you. You snuggled against him, your back touching his chest. His arm went forward to rest on your waist and you put your hand over his, intertwining your fingers as he pecked the top of your head. The storm raged on but it wasn't your concern anymore because he was there to keep you safe. After a couple of minutes, you felt his breath fan out across the back of your neck.

"You're afraid of thunder?" He chuckled lowly. You blushed in embarrassment and playfully hit his hand before holding it again.

"No...I just...please don't laugh at me when I say this." You asked of him and he nodded, planting an innocent kiss to your cheek.

"Of course." He said, now curious to what you had to say. You let out a breath before thinking about how you were going to form the sentences so that he could understand what you felt. The best was to tell the whole story. As Julie Andrews said: "let's start at the very beginning". You turned around so that you could look into his eyes as you spoke.

"The night before my sister...died...there was a thunderstorm. None of us could sleep so we climbed into the same bed and talked about the things happening in our lives and in the world around us. She was very smart and kept up with everything going on – so our conversations were never boring." You smiled.

"You really love her. I would've liked to meet her." Jungkook replied with the same smile, cupping the side of your face and running his thumb across your cheek.

"I would've liked to introduce her to you." You answered and temporarily looked away before turning your attention to him again.

"At the time she was reading Hamlet. That night I told her that I didn't think that I could ever love and live with someone all my life. And that night she told me something that I'd never forget: "Doubt thou the stars are fire; doubt that the sun doth move; doubt truth to be a liar; but never doubt I love." And I guess she was right because - for the first time – I'm feeling like it's possible." You continued.

"That was among one of the last things she said to me. Whenever there's thunder I feel so miserable because it reminds me of her and our late night talks. The way the trees lurch at me and the way the rain whips against the windows is overwhelming." You said and you saw Jungkook's eyes glisten in the dark as a tear gently spilt down his cheek, taking its time as it strolled to his chin.