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𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀: 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙉
ANDREA'S NIGHTS ARE NO LONGER spent alone. It's unfamiliar to her, a warm body pressed against hers to act as her very own heater, the gentle breeze of his warm breath against her neck or her chest if he so chooses to sleep with his face between her breasts, his strong arms wrapped around her frame. He holds her all throughout the night. If he feels the need to roll over, you best believe that Andrea is coming with him. She'd be on one side of the bed and then the other, all while Jungkook still hugged her.
She was always either at his house or he would be at hers. It was nice for a while. Jungkook was slowly growing more and more accustomed to her penis. It wasn't much of a stranger anymore, more of a...acquaintance. It's there, he still wasn't necessarily attracted to it but he's attracted to Andrea...so he's kind of attracted to it by association he supposed. Either way, her pleasure was a priority so he put it aside.
It was sweet, how mature he was being, trying to show love in the best way he knows how despite Andrea's discomfort with it. She's not good with affection, with the spontaneous declarations of love he liked to come out with, with the way he looked at her. Maybe it's because, as Andrea's come to realize, this man claims to love her and she loved him and yet, they know fucking jackshit about each other. Sure, they know the major things about each other but they don't know the small stuff about each other.
The the fucking meaningless shit that matters the most ironically.
How are they meant to love each other if they don't love their favorite color too, their favorite sleeping position, the fucking names of their first pets?
Jungkook denied it when she first brought it up to him while they were taking Bam out on a walk. He scoffed, hand grasping the chain leash attached to the chain collar around the base of the dog's neck. It was purely for aesthetic purposes, using chains to make the frankly passive dog look more intimidating. Jungkook wasn't going to crop his ears and tail just to do that so this was the next best thing.
"We know so much about each other."
"What's my birthday."
Jungkook opened his mouth, confident in whatever was going to come out of his mouth until it actually came to the speaking part. It seemed as though he just gaslit himself into thinking he knew everything there was to know about her. Now that he was thinking about it, he doesn't really know much about her and she doesn't know much about him. "I don't...know."
"See, there's so much we don't know about each other. How can we claim we love each other if we don't even really know each other? I want to meet your parents..." Andrea hasn't even realized she said it until it left her mouth and fully processed in her brain. She placed her hand over her lips so desperately wishing to take the words out of the air and shove them back into her mouth as if she had never said it in the first place. "I'm sorry."
