Fools & Feelings ✔️

Feelings #8

22/12/02

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From Lisa's perspective, everything she did in that moment felt like an act of surrender. For the last time, she chose to listen to her heart, to give in to what she truly desired. Every gentle caress, every synchronized breath, every soft moan, and those fiery, possessive squeezes they shared—it was a pure, intoxicating romantic bliss.

Her nails dug into his back, marking him as if staking her claim. Their intimate connection stretched out over hours, each round more intense than the last. The first time was slow and tender, but soon, their passion ignited into something fiercer, more urgent—as though they had both found what they had longed for.

"Fuck, that's amazing," Jungkook groaned, breathless. His arms gave way as his weight collapsed onto her smaller frame.

Both of them were drenched in sweat, struggling to catch their breath. Lisa, exhausted but content, lifted a hand to run her fingers through his damp, dark hair. Jungkook, using his last reserves of strength, shifted their positions, gently pulling her on top of him.

There was silence between them now, only the rhythm of their hearts and heavy breaths filling the space. Lisa wanted to lift her head, to meet his gaze, but the walls she had so carefully built were threatening to crumble. She felt his fingers tracing circles on her bare back, and for the first time in what felt like forever, her chaotic thoughts began to settle, the storm inside her slowly calming.

After a long moment of silence between them, Lisa had finally found her strength to lift her head up and face Jungkook. His eyes are closed and when he felt her move, he sleepily open his eyes and meet her gaze. The corner of his lips curved up into a lazy smile before he cupped the side of her face. He was about to say something when Lisa beats him to it.

"Let's stop this." She couldn't bare to hear words from him. What they did was enough, Lisa couldn't afford another guilt to haunt her every night.

She saw how his demeanor broke for a few seconds before he flashes her a boyish grin, cupping her both cheeks to squeeze it together. "Yeah, I agree. We still need to go to school." Jungkook played dumb.

Lisa sighed, she take off his hands from her face and sat up, taking the blanket with her to wrap it around her naked form. She then shook her head, looking at him straight. "Jungkook, I meant what I meant. I'm engaged. I belong to someone now."

His jaw clenched, brows furrowing with animosity. That's quite deranged. She belongs to someone now? How come? As far as he remembers she belongs to him, Jungkook didn't missed to say, "Mine." in every thrust, claiming her because they just fit like two missing pieces who found their way together.

Jungkook also sat up, taking a pillow to cover himself when he noticed that Lisa's waiting for his reply. "Is he the person you like?" He asked in furrowed brows, remembering what the ravenette told him before.

"Does it even matter?" She breathed, shrugging her shoulders. It almost drove him mad by the lack of her answers, he frustratedly ran his fingers through his hair as his tongue poked his inner cheek in instinct.

She annoys the fuck out of him but she's also his weakness. "It matters to me." He revealed.

Jungkook have so many questions but her answers terrifies him, was everything that happened between them for the past months were a game? Because Jungkook will admit defeat for the first time in his life.