The Crown That Stands Between Us || JJK

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Jungkook let out a relieved breath of air, reaching up to unbutton the top two buttons of his white dress shirt that have been suffocating him ever since he had put it on. Even so, he knew better than to appear at a city council meeting with his usual choice of attire which mostly consisted of comfortable hoodies, sweatpants, plain shirts, and shorts. He knew that the men and women who were well over his age would never take him seriously if he showed up the way he wanted to, even if he was the crowned Prince, which meant he had to appear amongst them looking just as mature and formal. 

No one said being a Prince would be easy. 

Placing his bag filled with files and contracts onto one of the seats in the living room part of the hotel room, he finally felt a bit of weight lift off his shoulder as he was able to relax after a long two hours of sitting in a meeting room and discussing topics that he wish he could avoid completely for the rest of his life. If only. 

He shuffled towards the door leading to the bedroom, ruffling his hair to let it fall out of its well kept style that he spent at least five minutes to do in the morning. 

His hand wrapped around the door knob and turned it to push the door open, peeking inside the bedroom that was filled with rays of sun and you still sprawled out on the bed fast sleep. He let a grin tug at the corner of his lips as he invited himself in, his eyes fixed on the view of you hugging his pillow to your chest. 

He didn’t know about your habit of hugging something in your sleep until you both began sharing the hotel room. He found it an adorable habit that he would definitely use against you at some point, but for now he wanted to keep it to himself and just admire the way you held onto a pillow or at times, his arm. 

The soft smile that was spread across his thin lips was nowhere near being wiped off any time soon as he let the mattress dip under his weight while he sat on the edge of the bed. 

The night before, after the both of you had returned from the pool and gone out to explore the infamous botanical garden after dinner, he had watched you take your laptop out to work on your assignments for several hours, until it passed two A.M and you had accidentally dozed off while completing a graph. He could remember slipping your laptop out of your hold and placing it on the nightstand nearby, then laying you down so you could sleep comfortably. Some incoherent words had escaped your barely open lips while you slept in the new position. Yet another thing he found adorable. 

Jungkook reached over to move the strands of hair that covered your face, revealing your plump pouty lips and puffed up cheeks. He thought that you would’ve been awake by then, but apparently ten thirty in the morning was still way too early. 

His thumb traced down from your soft cheek to your lips, his eyes following and fixing themselves on your pink delicate lips.

His bottom lip tucked itself under his teeth as his gaze didn’t move away, his thumb brushing along your lower lip gently enough to not wake you up from his slumber. It amazed him how such a simple feature was just so enticing. Just staring at your lips alone made his knees weaken, his heart beat at a pace that could never be compared to his workouts. It left him in such a daze that made him never want to snap out of. He could stare at them all day, imagining how they felt like, what they tasted like, and if he’ll ever actually get the chance to experience them in reality. 

He didn’t know how, or with what magic that they possessed made him go wild inside at the sight of them each time. They made his thoughts drift elsewhere to how they would feel against his own to places that they could be, moving slowly and brushing against his hot skin. 

At times he just couldn’t control his thoughts. Thoughts that a virgin like him shouldn’t have. Thoughts that he shouldn’t have of his best friend.