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Rain

Jungkook story
⚠︎ depiction of sexual content ⚠︎

Y/N's POV

"Y/N?"
A faint voice pulled me out of my light sleep and made me furrow my eyebrows as I pouted. I could feel his warm hands on my body, the way he comfortingly stroke my hair and caressed the side of my upper thigh.
"Baby," he asked softly, "are you sleeping?"
After an audible breath, I decided to answer him.
"I was trying."
I yawned and slowly turned around to lay on my back and face him. It was too dark to fully make out his features but I could tell that he was tense.
"You are shaking.", Jungkook remarked worriedly.
"Huh?"
He affectionately rubbed over my right arm and frowned at me.
"You're trembling really badly."
"Oh..."
I lowered my head to avoid his gaze.
"Is something wrong?"
"It was a stressful day and I'm a little uneasy.", I admitted lowly, making him wrap an arm around my waist and pull me against his warm body as he properly laid down next to me.
"Do you want to tell me what's wrong?"
I took a deep breath of his cologne and tried to calm myself down, so I would stop shaking. It didn't really work. The familiar, fresh, musky scent instantly eased my mind and yet not nearly enough to make much of a difference. My nervousness knew no limits today and I was just a vulnerable mess in front of him. So I confessed.
"I may or may have not quit my job."
"Really?"
Jungkook didn't sound disappointed or judgmental, rather surprised yet not like this was something he wouldn't have expected at all. He came off fairly neutral and more so interested in my explanation than the fact.
"Yeah..."
"What happened? I thought you had your presentation today? The one that was supposed to finally get you a promotion actually?"
His tone revealed how confused he was.
"It didn't go well."
"How's that possible? You showed me the campaign and even I was hooked."
"Well, you know how it is. If there's a choice between an open minded woman and, well, any kind of man in the office, the odds are never in my favor. It's not that big of a deal.", I mumbled.
"Yes, it is. You worked so hard on that presentation. You deserve praise and recognition for it.", Jungkook emphasized but kept his voice low as well, not trying to stress out too much.
I curled my fingers into the fabric of his cotton t-shirt and buried my head further in the crook of his neck. What I was about to say next would definitely defeat his composure.
"The thing is... I think they will still use my idea.", I mentioned.
It was like his body was struck. All muscles tensed up and stiffened him with anger.
"What?!"
I was hesitant to elaborate but did so anyway.
"I made the idea for their magazine, so they can use if they want to."
He was silent for a moment and took deep, heavy breaths as if it took him a lot of strength to keep it together. Simultaneously, he soothingly ran his fingers along my spine to comfort me. His chin moved along my shoulder as he brushed his cheek against mine.
"How are you so calm? This makes me want to punch someone.", he groaned darkly.
"I signed a contract, so it's my own fault. Besides, I'm not calm, I was shaking as you noticed.", I countered and shrugged lightly, while he instantly pulled me in for an even warmer hug.
"I'm sorry that this happened to you."
"It'll be fine. I should've left a lot sooner but it's a shame that there are even less women in the office now."
"Indeed. It's their loss though. You are an amazing writer and journalist."
"Thank you."
I smiled against his chest and pressed a soft kiss onto it as I allowed myself to relax in his embrace. He pulled back from me a little to look at my face.
"Can I cheer you up somehow?"
I moved upwards and buried my head in the crook of his neck again.
"This is perfect."
We remained in this tight hug for quite a while, the silence in our bedroom only being interrupted by soft sighs or hums from either of us from time to time. At some point, I almost found myself dozing off again, but Jungkook suddenly spoke up.
"Baby? It's raining."
"Really?", I gasped, turned around to face the window and watched how the raindrops splashed against the glass to run down in squiggly patterns.
"Mhm. Come with me."
He grabbed our blankets and gestured me to take a seat in front of the door to the balcony before he crawled up behind me, pulled me between his legs and wrapped the blankets around us to keep us nice and cozy. My head was under his chin, body curled up against his as I felt extremely comforted and protected in his arms. Our eyes were fixed on the door, no words falling from our lips as of now because we both wanted to enjoy the calming sounds.
Rain was truly one of my favorite things in the world. It comforted me like nothing else and always made me feel better in the end. Whether it allowed me to cry my heart out or just let me clear my head, rain never failed me.
People expected bad things to happen on rainy days, so no one was surprised if that was the case. However, if good things happened when it rained, it only made them better in my opinion. It added the right ambience to bad things and emphasized the good.
Just like now.
My day had been bitter sweet. Bitter due to how my efforts were taken advantage of yet again but sweet because of the decision and boundary I finally came around to make, express and execute. Though it didn't change how betrayed and used I felt, I still wanted to look at this as a valuable lesson. I had to learn how to stand up for myself and claim respect and recognition for my work, so that something like this would never be tolerated again. Money simply wasn't worth sacrificing my integrity.
And fortunately I had people in my life that appreciated what I brought to the table. In all honesty, I felt kind of ashamed of myself. What did my lack of setting boundaries and following with consequences in an adequate timeframe say about me? That I was willing to be stepped on. How pathetic.
"How was your day?", I asked to get my mind off of things.
Jungkook cleared his throat and shrugged eventually.
"Boring. Nothing exciting happened. I just missed you."
He pecked the top of my head.
"I missed you too, a lot. I wanted to have you by my side."
"I wish I could've been with you.", he sighed and I could feel his disappointment and sadness over the fact that he hadn't been there for me when I needed him.
"You're here now."
I turned around to give him a sweet kiss. He hummed into my mouth and gently cupped my cheek to hold me in place as he gradually increased its depth. Our tongues slowly rolled together, took their time to explore the other's mouth and caressed one another lovingly.
By the time Jungkook and I parted again, we were both a bit out of breath and instantly snuggled together to make up for the loss of closeness. His body heat embraced me just as much as the blankets did and made me feel that much closer to him. As awful as this day had been, being with him could make up for anything—especially in combination with rain.
Still, I couldn't deny how upset I was with how things went. Shame was just a fraction of it. There was also disappointment, frustration, insecurity, doubt and even guilt. The way I was treated just didn't sit right with me. It actually made me furious. The longer I thought about it, the angrier and more tense I became.
Jungkook noticed and tightened his hold around me, planted soft kisses along my shoulder and leaned his head against mine as he whispered how much he loved me into my ear. I could feel a warm shiver running down my spine and of course told him that I loved him back as I placed small kisses on his neck. Pressing my hand up against his chest, I felt his steady heartbeat and reminded myself how blessed I was to have him. We stayed like that for quite a while as nothing interfered with the comfortable silence except for the sound of the rain hitting the glass of the window and door to the balcony. As soothing as it was, some of my tension remained.
"Baby?", he asked in concern when I got out of his arms and slid the door open.
I didn't answer him and just stepped out into the rain, took a deep breath of the fresh air and closed the door behind me again before I simply laid down. I used to do this all the time in my backyard throughout my childhood. This was one of the best feelings in the world. Just having the rain pour onto my body, hit my skin and cool off my heated headspace was indescribably soothing.
My clothes got drenched within seconds and clung on to my body like a second skin, while I spread my arms out and closed my eyes to fully enjoy this moment. It was a warm midsummer night, so I fortunately wasn't freezing. Although I preferred cold rain over summer rain, it was only during summer time when I was able to enjoy it like this.
I heard how the door slid open again but didn't further react to it because I was trying to completely separate from everything.
Jungkook stepped out on the balcony, sat down next to me first but eventually also laid down. He wasn't a big fan of rain and usually never joined me out here, so I did wonder why he decided otherwise today. Maybe he just wanted to be there for me.
I took steady, deep breaths and fully focused on the drops rapidly drumming onto the floor, splashing onto my skin and running down my body. This should definitely be a form of therapy. My mind was at ease out here and I could finally think clearly.
Always being overlooked, taken for granted and taken advantage of was definitely not the way I wanted to be treated at my work place. It was infuriating how I was used over the past three years, how my work was either belittled or discredited over and over again and even blatantly stolen a few times, because my boss thought it would look better if one of his more known journalists got mentioned. Instead of my name, they would put someone else's, thinking it would have a greater impact on people that way. I was manipulated into thinking it was for the best and my work was even more valuable to the magazine like that.
I was naive and inexperienced.
But today I finally had enough.
After months of Jungkook trying to get me to realize what was being done to me, I only really noticed it during my presentation this afternoon. Halfway through, my presentation turned more so into a meeting. They discussed how certain things could be altered, emphasized, rephrased or clarified, which excited me at first—until I realized they were doing it to make it sound more like a colleague's style of writing.
I politely asked if they were even considering giving me the credit and finally allowing one of my bigger articles and campaigns to be properly presented in the magazine rather than putting it on one of the last pages. They again tried to tell me that my idea was incredible and they would definitely use it—but it needed the right person to give it the impact and respectability. In other words, they couldn't let my barely known name ruin the reach this campaign could have.
That was when I got irritated.
Although that was my first job at a magazine, I wasn't completely unknown as a writer. I had anonymously written a few novels and had a popular blog that initially got me the job offer for that magazine. They were amazed by my work and way of writing and wanted me to become one of their journalists. If only I had known that they would only use my research and ideas for their renowned journalists—which happened to be almost exclusively males.
Looking back, I couldn't believe how I let them get away with that for so long. As much as it bothered me, I couldn't change anything about that now. The only thing certain was that I would never let that happen to me again. I should keep the positive things in mind. Regardless of how it happened, I finally got out of a toxic work environment.
Letting out a relieved sigh, I pulled my arms back and put my hands on my stomach, feeling how it slightly rose and fell along with my breathing. Jungkook suddenly moved closer to me until we were right next to each other, his body already touching mine. Even though my eyes were still closed, I could tell that he was laying on his side, gazing over my figure. I knew he was just making sure that I was okay and along with my recent realization, it made me smile.
"Jungkook? I'm free."
Next thing I knew, he hovered over me and his supple lips pressed onto mine. It was a soft, sparse and breathy kiss, repeatedly being broken off and picked up again, since he wanted to give me my space and not ruin my therapeutic rain session. It was his way of telling me how proud he was.
Jungkook parted from me and laid down again, only that I decided to cuddle with him this time. He held out his left arm for me, so I rested my head on it and laid my hand in his. We were both facing the sky and remained in silence to simply enjoy each other's soothing presence and the calming rain with all its perks. I wasn't sure how long we laid out here but I knew that I should call it a night for his sake. He was doing this for me although he hated rain, so I shouldn't unnecessarily keep him in discomfort.
I tilted my head and planted feathery kisses from his shoulder up to his ear, got on top of him and straddled his lap. Jungkook put his hands on my hips, sat up and met me halfway for a loving kiss. Gently pulling me closer, he made sure to deepen the kiss slowly and carefully, not wanting to take it too far or overwhelm me in this situation.
"Do you feel better now?", he asked against my lips and gave me a quick peck before letting me answer.
"A lot, yes."
I smiled and slipped my left hand into his wet hair to pull him in for another kiss.
"Okay", he whispered and let our mouths melt together.
Slowly running his hands down my back, he brought me even closer to his body, pulled us closer and hummed when I opened my mouth to welcome his hot tongue, allowing our kiss to turn into a comforting make out. Nothing was rushed our hastened. We got lost between each other's lips, held on to each other's bodies as if our lives depended on it and yet expressed so much love and affection in every single movement of ours, that we felt like drowning in them.
The rain mixed into our kiss, ran down our bodies and further drenched us. I tried to hold on to Jungkook tighter, wanted to cling on to his shirt because it felt like the rain threatened to make me slip off of him, only to be reminded that he wasn't wearing one.
He responded to my worry by swirling his tongue against mine and leaning in closer. Our heads ended up being tilted to the side, so there was even less space between our bodies although the wet fabric of my shirt clung on to his skin and connected us.
Even though I could've stayed like this forever and he didn't seem to mind to do so either, as soon as I shivered from a fresh breeze hitting my body, Jungkook moved his hands down to my thighs, took ahold of them and got up on his knees. He carried me over to the door, skillfully slid it open and managed to crawl inside with me, where he laid me down on the floor as he somehow closed it with his foot. Our wet clothes slapped onto the ground soundly and now heavily tugged us down.
He reluctantly pulled away from my mouth to drag his lips over my cheek and down to my neck, kissing, licking and sucking raindrops off of my skin in the process. That he created soft hickeys while doing so was a pleasant side effect.
I gasped when he found my sweet spot, despite knowing that he could instantly find it without even looking after all these years. My legs tightened around him to not only have him above me but on top of me, to have our bodies stuck together again. Jungkook was still holding my thighs but now slowly moved his hands to my hips to fiddle with my shirt, so he could push them underneath. However, the fabric glued on to his skin, so as he slipped underneath and ascended to my waist, it moved along. Not that either of us cared though.
I hummed when he started caressing my skin with his thumbs and arched my body into his tender touch, wanting more and more of it as he proceeded. My hand remained tangled in his wet locks when he tried to part from me. It almost sounded like someone pulling a long piece of tape off of skin as he did so, because my shirt first stuck to his chest and abs before it clung on to my body shortly after again. A weird sensation and yet somehow exciting as well.
Jungkook raised my upper body so he could take my shirt off and it again made that loud tape sound before it slapped on the floor, which caused me to giggle. He more so had to yank it off of me because it was as clingy as a sticker in its wet state.
As soon as I was only left in my slip, he immediately brought his head down to my collarbone and traced open mouthed kisses down to my chest, to then wrap his lips around my erect nipple. He hummed when he heard my soft moan in response to his action. My fairly cold skin instantly burned up under his touch, reacted by being overdrawn with goosebumps and translated every movement of his as exciting tingles and other thrilling sensations to both my brain and core.
Rolling his tongue over my sensitive skin, sucking and ever so gently nibbling on it, Jungkook further brought me to the edge of losing control over myself. Once he was content with his work on my left nipple, he moved on to the other and paid just as much attention to it. I was slowly lolling underneath him, winding my body and curling it further up into his touch to encourage everything he did to me. Simultaneously, I didn't hold back from moaning for him, let every sound escape my throat to be heard by him. I knew how much he adored it and what a major turn on it was for him.
When he drew back from my breasts, leaving my nipples slightly reddened and aching for more, he dragged his mouth back up to mine, involving me in a passionate kiss. Then his mouth fell open in a sudden groan because I had brought one of my hands underneath the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, now coiling around his erection to gently stroke it. He worked himself further into my hold by bucking his hips forward.
Determinedly easing my hand to his base, I pulled it back up in a loose tug but applied enough pressure to make Jungkook tremble above me. It was hard to properly pleasure him with the drenched fabric of his boxers clinging to every move of mine. Soon realizing this himself, he got on his knees and yanked his remaining clothes off of himself, so there was nothing between us except for my panties. He didn't let me touch him again and slowly trailed wet kisses from my chin down to my abdomen instead. I slightly arched my body towards him as he did so, but noticed how he subtly pushed my waist back down. The feeling of his dripping hair tickling and grazing my skin with every time he lowered his head had me curling my toes.
Jungkook softly hummed once he was between my thighs, lifted his upper body and brought his hands under the sides of my panties to pull or rather tug them down my legs and fling them across the room. All while his hot breath was fanning over my raised knee.
Afterwards, he hovered over me again and planted wet kisses and hickeys from my neck over to my shoulder as he only halted for a satisfied moan or hiss due to my work on his member. I smiled when I felt him tensing up as I brushed my thumb over his tip.
Next thing I knew, his left hand massaged my breast while the other reached down to dip into my intimacy. A whimper fell from my lips as Jungkook ran his fingers between my folds, spreading the wetness around to prepare me for what was to come.
Drawing small, controlled circles over my clit, he adjusted to the rhythm I used to palm him; accelerated and slowed down whenever I did.
We soon found us panting and shaking in anticipation of our releases, but didn't want to end things already nor like this.
Pulling away from each other's private parts, we drowned in a heated kiss, roamed our hands around each other's bodies for a few minutes, but couldn't ignore our longing for a more intimate physical connection much longer.
Jungkook locked his eyes with mine and tugged a strand of my wet hair out of my forehead and behind my ear before leaning down for a short but sweet peck. His other hand slowly dragged his member across my slit to coat it with my wetness. Just a few seconds later, he couldn't take it anymore and slid into my entrance in one smooth movement, moans erupting from both of us. I wrapped my legs neatly around his hips, secured his position on top of me and awaited his first thrust. He however, had to take a moment to calm himself down because my tightness almost threatened to send him over the edge far too soon.
A 'for heaven's sake' stumbled from his mouth, so I covered his face in feathery kisses and felt how he smiled in response. Suddenly, my head fell back as he let out a deep grunt upon pulling out of me a bit and pushing his hips forward to dive into me again. My body stuttered as the unexpected wave of pleasure washed over me and took my breath away. Jungkook started thrusting into me at a moderate pace, focused on burying his length all the way inside of me, and gradually prepared me for a faster and rougher change of his movements some time soon.
Now I moaned a 'for heaven's sake'.
I opened my legs for him further to invite him as deep into me as possible and hazily rolled my head around as I enjoyed the intensity of pleasure he was giving me.
Cursing under our breaths, hissing and sighing, we we kept our sounds of ecstasy low for now. There was more than enough time to make each other scream. However, judging by the mood between us, I figured it wouldn't be one of the noise-complaint-nights but rather one in which we physically expressed our feelings for one another.
My walls were already clenching around him ruthlessly because of the orgasm we had denied each other of earlier, and made him pulse within me. Jungkook didn't speed up yet but began rolling his his hips against me, leading me to arch my back. He passed countless sensitive spots inside of me and almost reached the point I was yearning for him to hit the most. Lazily running my left hand through his hair and feeling a few drops falling onto my face and neck because of it, I moaned his name.
"I want to go harder, baby. May I?", he panted and left me in both happiness and disbelief.
Even though I was happy that he still asked for my consent at this stage of our relationship, I didn't understand why he did. My body gave him all the answers he needed in an unmistakable manner. Regardless, I still whined a desperate 'yes' and felt his lips capturing mine as he hooked my thighs a bit higher to slip even deeper into me with his following thrusts.
Jungkook finally picked up his pace and rocked his member a bit rougher into my heat. When digging his fingers into my skin while doing so, I couldn't help but also lightly scrape my nails over his back. Not enough to hurt him but making him grunt darkly and surely leaving marks. We now released repeated moans, groans and whimpers for each other. The friction his throbbing length and my clenching core caused between us was harsh enough to make us cry out in pleasure. It felt like our bodies weren't content with parting from one another over and over again.
I whimpered against his parted lips and squinted my eyes to tame myself.
"This feels like paradise."
"You are my paradise, Y/N.", he exhaled softly, making me brush our noses together slowly.
"And you are mine."
Letting go of my legs and trusting I would keep them were they currently were, Jungkook interlaced his left hand with my right and pinned it above my head, while the other cupped my cheek to keep my head in place for another kiss. I only contracted around him more when he pushed himself even harder into me, causing him to gasp and whine my name along with a slurred profanity. His hot breath was hitting the side of my face as he tilted his head to my ear, moaning into it. The soft, deeply satisfied sound sent shivers down my spine and left my legs shaking in anticipation of his high. My breathing was hitched and unsteady, mind clouded with all the different sensations and my throat becoming sore from being so loud. Unlike him, I couldn't just moan into his ear only for him to hear how good he made me feel. I had to share it with the world, moan, whimper and hiss my heart out until we both finished. My screams were definitely louder but I was a fairly loud sex partner in general. Jungkook loved it for previously mentioned reasons and couldn't get enough of it. He was as addicted to my voice like I was addicted to his body. While he measured his performance by my moans, I learned how to read and interpret his body language.
At this point I could recognize and define every expression, every kind of trembling or shaking of his, as well as the difference in tension of his muscles. Not to mention the obvious change in his breathing and heart rate.
A loud moan tumbled from his lips along with a hitched breath, signaling me that he was getting closer to the edge. He attached his lips to my cheek, then my jawline, ran them down my neck until they met my collarbone, and dragged them back to my mouth. Releasing a soft whimper against it, he lazily brushed our lips together, gently bit into my bottom one and afterwards eased his tongue into my mouth. I hummed in a bit of surprise over the eagerness he had as he massaged our tongues together.
Jungkook reflexively bucked his hips into me with even more impact and force when I tightened my legs around him time and time again. We were about to go crazy trying to strain ourselves any longer, but also didn't want to stop yet either.
"Jungkookie", I hissed pleadingly, my body already aching because I refused to let my climax take over me.
"It's okay, Y/N.", he replied breathlessly and trailed numerous butterfly kisses down my neck and back up to my lips.
A series of irregular thrusts informed me of his upcoming orgasm, but what really gave him away was how his body shuddered uncontrollably above me. Or maybe it were the repeated grunts spurting from his lips, telling me he was about to cum. He came to a finish with a loud groan of my name, his body shaking and jerking as he rode out his high and just seconds after brought me to mine. I dug my head into the crook of his neck, lightly bit into his shoulder to suppress a scream and let go.
My vision blurred as my body trembled under his, the indescribable pleasure leaving my mind completely blank. Jungkook let me savor my orgasm to the fullest and then tangled his hand in my hair to pull me up towards his mouth. We melted together in this kiss, our breathing gradually steadying and bodies slowly calming down as we held each other. We reluctantly parted and  lovingly looked into each other's eyes, our noses softly bumping together every once in a while.
"Are you okay?"
His voice was only above a whisper against my lips. I brought my hand into his hair again, pulled his head down for a sweet peck and nodded afterwards.
"I'm beyond perfectly fine."
Closely eyeing my face up and down with adoration and unconditional love enlaced in his expression, Jungkook pressed our foreheads together and hummed contently as if he had been kind of worried about my condition–regardless if mentally or physically.
Letting out a deep sigh, he pulled himself out of me with closed and eyes and got up to hold his hand out to me. I took it and let him help me up on my feet to walk into the bathroom with me, where we properly warmed up by taking a steamy shower.
By the time we got out and dried ourselves, I was completely exhausted and barely able to talk because I had abused my voice so much. Being an angel as always, he carried me towards our closet, handed me a new shirt of his and made me some tea while I got dressed.
We gathered our drenched clothes from the floor, hung them up to dry in the bathroom and decided to call it a night. It was too dark to find my slip that Jungkook had thrown out of sight, but that was something we could worry about tomorrow.
He tucked us in after he made sure I drank the tea whilst it was still hot and then secured me in his arms as I rested my head on his chest. I could both hear and feel his heartbeat and smiled as it slightly accelerated when I peppered kisses onto his skin. He gently took ahold of my chin, raised it and connected our lips in a soft yet meaningful kiss, again expressing how much he loved and cared for me. I tried to return those same feelings while kissing him back and tightly hugged his waist afterwards.
"Let's make that our thing from now on.", I suggested quietly and bumped my nose into his cheek.
"Laying in the rain together or sex on the floor?"
Jungkook chuckled softly when I gave him repeated pecks as he spoke.
"The rain thing."
"Alright. As long as it's not too cold.", he accepted and kissed my temple while I leaned down to brush my lips over his neck.
"We know ways to warm up again..."
That had him smirking and biting his bottom lip.
"Indeed"
He turned around and hovered over me to shower my face in soft kisses before he captured my mouth in a sloppy kiss and snuggled up with me.
"I love rain.", I sighed and drew small, swirly patterns on his chest.
"Me too"
"Oh really? Weren't you the one to keep saying you hated it?", I recalled doubtfully.
"After some reconsideration, I figured I was wrong. Rain is amazing. We met on a rainy day and I know how happy it makes you. Your happiness makes my happiness."
"Cute", I rasped and booped his nose.
"Actually, laying out there made me think of something. Have you thought about continuing your blog? That's how you started after all and what got you the job in the first place. It was so popular.", Jungkook remarked.
"You think I could be successful with that?"
I raised my head and looked at his determined expression.
"I have no doubts. You're incredibly talented."
"It won't give me any income though."
"That's only because you need to get it back to where it was. You'll get sponsors and advertisers in no time. Besides, you know I make more than enough money to provide for us. You could stop working completely and it would be fine."
"I guess that means I'll be independent again.", I lowly hummed with a bright grin.
"And I'm beyond relieved that you can finally do what truly makes you happy again. No more instructions or restrictions. You are in full control.", Jungkook added happily.
I hugged him even tighter than before.
"Thank you for always supporting me."
"Of course"
He embraced me just as warmly, our bodies ending up pressed together like we couldn't bear any distance between us whatsoever. It was one of those hugs that could heal and build one back up in an instant; make one feel loved, appreciated, safe and cared for.
"Would you do me a favor?", I requested shyly and felt how he only held me tighter as he replied.
"Anything"

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"Goodnight, baby.", Jungkook whispered into my ear and wrapped an arm over my waist to pull me against his chest.
We had taken everything off the bed and moved our mattress in front of the door to the balcony in order for us to listen to the sound of the rain up close. After getting comfy with our pillows and blankets, we cuddled up and now held each other. I snuggled further into him and tugged the blanket a bit further up as I fixed my eyes on the glass in front of me.
"Goodnight, Kookie."
I felt his lips pressing up against the side of my head before I could feel the mattress dip behind me, indicating that he laid down properly. Our legs somewhat intertwined, my right one being caged by his.
"Feet freezing cold as always.", Jungkook chuckled to himself and made me feel bad.
"I can get socks...", I offered but he immediately declined and shook his head.
"Don't move, this is too comfortable. I'll just warm them up myself."
The way he rubbed our feet together afterwards made me giggle and wrap my arms over his around my waist. I sighed hazily, causing him to pull me even closer if that was possible, his head now over mine.
"I love you."
"I love you too, Y/N."
My body was completely embraced by his and along with the blanket over us, I felt like being in a warm cave. Only my head peeked out to see the outside.
I found myself staring at the door again, trying to make out the squiggly patterns in the dark. Just when I thought the rain had decreased enough for there to be no more patterns on the glass, I watched how the sky lit up for a moment and heard the loud sound of tumbling thunder. The rainfall quickly intensified over the next minutes until it was drumming again.
With every time lighting struck and thunder followed, Jungkook would slightly tighten his hold around me, as if trying to pull me away from the possible danger. I found it utterly adorable and soon decided to turn around and face him. Getting drowsy from watching and listening to the storm outside on its own was nice and all, but then snuggling my head into Jungkook's warm chest to hear his steady heartbeat was the best amalgamation of calming effects there could be. He gently ran his hands down my back to relax me even more and pressed a soft goodnight's kiss on top of my head. Eventually, we fell asleep like that, hugging each other and listening to the soothing and steady sound of the rain.

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