The Crown That Stands Between Us || JJK

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You groaned awake as your eyes forced open due to the sound of your phone alarm blaring from your nightstand. Lazily, you forced yourself to scoot over to the edge, turning off the alarm and pushing your face back into your comfortable pillow, ready to fall asleep again before your next alarm. You turned your head, your gaze landing on a figure laying next to you before you could flutter your eyes shut and sleep. The corners of your lips tugged up in a smile. 

Jungkook lay next to you, his lips parted slightly open as his bare chest rose and fell at a gentle rhythm. His hair stuck up in many directions, looking soft and messy. His cheeks had puffed up, his eyelids shut while clearly in a deep slumber, especially if he hadn’t heard your alarm. His one arm was left outstretched, where you had been laying before moving to turn off your alarm. 

You moved closer to him, resting your head against his pillow and outstretched arm, admiring the man that you now called your boyfriend. 

It amazed you how innocent he looked in his sleep, his cheeks puffy and pinchable like a five year-old’s. You raised your hand to brush away the hairs that fell over his forehead, your eyes falling onto his pouty lips. Gazing at them reminded you of how much softer they felt than they already looked. How amazingly they caressed your own with passion. How each touch sent sparks flying from your body and how you could never resist holding back from them. You looked over his incredibly handsome face once more, reminding yourself how his current innocent features would disappear and reappear a lot more masculine as soon as he opened his eyes. 

You couldn’t help but grin to yourself at the thought of his flirty behaviour which had been unleashed as soon as you became a couple. Like a beast waiting to come out of its den. And you loved every bit of it. You loved how he kept reminding you how much he loved you and how he said so confident and surly. You loved the way he looked into your eyes with so much adoration and love like you were the only other person on Earth. You deeply wished that you had seen it before. Who knows how many hugs and kisses, and flirty teasing you had missed out on all because you were too scared to admit to him that you liked him. 

Your thoughts wandered back to the day before and the way he showed up so unexpectedly, and the way he was there to comfort you and remind you that he loved you. Was there anything else you could ask for?

“So, about doing the dirty…”

His teasing voice sounded in your mind making you gush at the thought. You could remember how your cheeks had become so warm that moment and you just didn’t know what to do but throw your pillow at him for suggesting such a thing.  

It made you wonder, did he actually think of you in that way? Then again, he had brought condoms with him to Busan, in hopes of having sex with you?

Was he actually sexually attracted to you? To your what though? You were nothing compared to so many girls out there who were just so naturally beautiful, Mina for example. Yet, he chose you out of anyone else he could’ve had. Anyone else who would’ve fallen on their knees for him because he was the Prince. 

Your eyes trailed down to his bare chest, remembering how he had refused to put on a shirt because of how hot the room had gotten. You had tried to ignore staring that time, trying to hide your flushed cheeks as he spooned you from behind when going to bed. Now that it was all before you, you couldn’t help it. His body was just sculpted so perfectly. 

You reached your hand out hesitantly, your fingers coming in contact with his warm skin on his abdomen as it rose and fell calmly. You then scooted closer, resting your head against his chest, as your arms wrapped around his torso, your eyes fluttering shut and listening to the peaceful sound of his heart beat. 

You had never felt so warm inside. 

A mumble of incoherent words left his lips once he felt you snuggle closer to him. Sometimes you wondered if he really was a big baby disguised as a man. 

You could feel your wandering mind begin to slow, sleep creeping up once more and you didn’t hesitate to let it consume you. 

You jolted awake at the sound of your alarm, a tired sigh escaping your lips as you pushed yourself out of your boyfriend’s arms to shut off the annoying tune. The moment you turned to return into his harm arms you noticed his open eyes, drowsily watching you. 

He signaled you to hurry up and come over with a wave of his hand, something like the word “cold” escaping his lips. 

You slipped into his arms, watching as he snuggled right into you, his head resting on your chest while his legs intertwined with yours. 

“You’re so warm.” you heard him mutter, making your lips tug up. 

“I need to get ready for school.” you said as you played with some strands of his hair, remembering how he enjoyed it when you did. 

“Five minutes.” he mumbled against your chest. 

“I’ll be late though.” 

He didn’t reply. 

You breathed out a sigh, agreeing to stay in that position for only a few more minutes, no more, trying to persuade yourself that you’ll make it in time, just to stay in his warm embrace.

You felt him shift in your hold as you lay with your eyes shut, caught off guard by the kiss placed at the base of your neck, followed by another and another. You sighed in content, letting his lips work their soothing magic. He pulled himself over you, continuing his work as you let your fingers wander through his hair. Eventually he arrived to your jaw, having practically kissed every part of skin along your neck. For a moment he drew his head back, his doe eyes falling on your own before cutting the distance and pressing his lips to yours. Your arms circled his neck as his one arm supported him up and the other held your hip. 

You could feel your once calm heart’s pace increasing as your lips moved together in a way that awakened the butterflies in your stomach. You couldn’t understand how he did it, or what it was exactly about his lips that made your entire system shut down and want to focus on nothing but him. Him and the way he touched you. Him and the way he kissed you. Him and the way he made everything feel just so right. 

“What happened to getting ready for school, hm?” he muttered, your noses brushing against each other, your eyes widening in realization. You sat up, pushing his larger figure off of your own, scrambling for your phone to check the time. He chuckled in victory as he lay on the bed, observing you leave the bed once you noticed that ten minutes had passed. You huffed to yourself, hating that you now had ten minutes less to get ready. 

“I hate you,” you grumble as you make your way to the washroom attached to your bedroom, ignoring the Prince’s amused stares. 

“That’s not what your lips said.” he grinned, sitting up with a glint in his eyes. 

You ignored his comment and closed the bathroom door shut behind you

°•°•°

 “What’s this?” you watched as a hand took your mascara out of your hold, just as you were about to apply it in front of your mirror. You furrowed your brows and turned to Jungkook who had just come out of the shower, wearing your brother’s clothes as water dripped from his still wet hair. 

“Makeup.” you answer, reaching to grab it from him, only for him to move it away. 

You let out a sigh, your patience running low especially with the little time left before you had to leave the house. 

“So that I can look pretty.”

“But you’re already gorgeous.” He raised his brow as he stared at you with the mascara brush in his one hand. 

“Can I just have it back please?”

He shook his head, a mischievous smile growing across his lips. 

“Unless,” he began. 

“Unless?” 

“You let me come to school with you.”