Mystery Girl

Leaving 3

Y/n's POV

His lips are on mine. What? All I remember is his face coming closer and my heart pumping so hard that I am unable to hear anything but the blood in my ears. The shock dissipates as his lips push against mine, waiting for a response. 

My eyelids flutter closed and I kiss him back, feeling his soft lips press against mine with a certain gentleness that I know is all his own, something only Jungkook could deliver his kisses with. In this moment, although my face is still mildly damp and it feels like there are fireworks exploding inside of my stomach, nothing else matters. 

I don't think anything else will ever matter as much as this does right now. 

Momentarily, Jungkook's lips leave mine as he breathes heavily, and I find myself missing the warmth of his lips. Lucky for me, as soon as he has recovered his breathing, he lightly grasps the back of my head with his hand and places his lips back onto mine, this time there is a certain urgency to his movements, as though all the emotions he seems to have inside of him can be conveyed to me through a kiss. 

With amazement, I find all the emotions there: in his touch, in his breathing, in the passion with which he continues to move his lips against mine. The sadness that he feels that I am leaving, the longing and the lust. Of course, maybe I am simply reading into him what I feel and how I would love him to feel about me. 

I hope he feels all these things though...

Jungkook's POV

I did it. I did it. I really did it. I was so scared when she didn't kiss me back, frozen in front of me, I thought that it was inevitable she would push me away. That the daydreams would turn out to be impossible, that she would be disgusted in me. 

So, when y/n kissed me back, something within me lit up, a feeling of lightness that almost made me feel dizzy taking over. I couldn't get enough of her, her mouth was driving me crazy, the taste of her tongue and the tentative placement of her hands on my shoulders accelerating my desire.

Gasping for air, I was satisfied to feel her follow my lips as they left hers. With this absolute confirmation of reciprocation, I decided to stop holding back and pulled her head forwards so that her lips met mine again, a noise of surprise left her throat and all I could think about was how cute she was. 

The hands on my shoulders turned into arms wrapped loosely around my neck and I end up having to place a hand on the wall behind y/n's head in order not to lose my balance.

When we pull away again, both breathing heavily, I open my eyes and am met with the eyes I have become so familiar with the past few days, the eyes that are now looking at me with clouded desire instead of all the conflicting emotions that have been ruling over her today.

Not knowing what else to do, I break into a foolish grin, the elation still leaving me on a high, my heart beating fast in my chest. Y/n smiles back at me, one that is beautiful and honest and heartbreaking all at the same time. 

Words still not sufficient between us, I continue to stare into her entrancing eyes, wondering whether I would ever have the privilege of staring into them again. Before I know what has happened, y/n is in my arms, her chin resting on my shoulder. 

She has encompassed me in a hug, one that speaks more than words ever could. Silently, I embrace her in return, the warmth of our bodies comforting. The only sound in the room is our breathing, and I take in the moment, trying to imprint the memory onto my brain as to never forget this feeling.

When we finally pull away, y/n is smiling softly, her eyes shining. It seems that maybe, everything will be alright.

Namjoon's POV

Shortly after y/n had left, Jungkook had run after her before we could stop him. Jimin had stepped forwards, but Tae had already placed his hand on Jimin's shoulder, words passing between their eyes. All we could do was watch Jungkook go and wait for his return while making last-minute preparations for the performance. 

Everyone was a little shaken up, but no one wanted to acknowledge their sadness and so we went about preparing as though it was a normal show. The sick feeling in my stomach heightened as the minutes passed by, thinking about performing on the stage.

Does it ever really get easier? It is always fun, but this absolute dread that sits in my stomach before each performance never fails to take over my body. It is almost impossible to think or feel anything over the top of it, all I can do is breathe and hope that the fans are satisfied with our work. 

I know everyone else feels the same way, and after such a long day it feels like it is impossible to face the crowd tonight. As time ticks on, we begin to fear whether Jungkook will be back in time to get ready for the show. The fans are beginning to be allowed into the stadium and the noise of their excited chatter can be heard from back here. 

Jimin is pacing around the room, Yoongi is on his phone, his leg bouncing erratically and Hobi is practicing his dance routines even though he already knows them inside out (I have noticed this to be his coping mechanism when stressed over the years).

Just when we are about to go into a full-blown panic, Jungkook bursts into the room greets us, and apologises profusely before bounding over to the staff and letting them huddle around him, combing his hair and applying makeup to his face. We all collectively breathe a sigh of relief at his arrival and one layer of tension has been released. 

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Author's Note

This is a lil late soz, it was mock exam week this week so I have spent the whole week with my head in a textbook, but here's an update! Please enjoy, vote and comment if you desire, love you guys 💜