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44. Screams and whispers

Jungkook

After carrying him to the bed and continuing to fuck him till morning, we were both exhausted and recovering from our high. My cock wanted to remain buried up his ass as I hugged his chest against my front. He fell asleep, at peace after a whole week since we arrived here while I brought my mouth to his neck and kissed it.

God! I missed him. I missed his body. I missed his softness against my body. I missed my name on his lips. The way he screamed it tonight and then mumbled it was etched in my heart now. The pure organ was racing against something that I didn't comprehend, but all I cared for was Jimin.

I wanted to run my fingers over the goosebumps on his skin again. It hurt not being able to talk all these days. It hurt seeing him drifting away, entangled in his own head. I wanted to tell him everything, but after getting my hands on his medical records, I decided he wasn't ready for the truth yet.

I only hoped that tomorrow would be better, that he wouldn't regret tonight. I slept relishing in the fact that Jimin was willfully in my arms. He didn't move. I didn't move. My face was smiling while I slept, aware that Jimin was pushing himself farther into me.

The moment the sun rose up, I hit the remote to close the curtains while Jimin nuzzled into my neck. We continued to sleep. My slumber fell deeper and hours passed before he woke up.

On feeling him stirring and leaving the bed, I woke up. Collecting myself against the headboard, I drew the curtains with the remote and watched a few seagulls fly by. A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened and Jimin walked out, his face clean and his hair a bit damp as if he ran wet fingers through them.

He was in a robe and instead of coming to bed, he turned towards the balcony door and stepped outside. I threw the duvet away and followed him instantly.

He seemed to be in deep thought as he stared at the beach. When his eyes fell on me, they widened and he gasped. "Jungkook," he reprimanded in earnest. "You're naked!"

"Penny for your thoughts?" I hugged him from the back.

"Somebody might see us," he hissed, struggling from my hold.

I gripped him tighter. "There's no one here. No one steps out on this site without my permission."

"Jungkook, please. I can't take you seriously if you are talking to me naked."

I smiled. "Promise you won't run away."

He paused. "Do I have anywhere to run to?" His gaze shot straight toward the trees beyond the beach.

I bolted inside. Finding the pajamas, I stepped into them clumsily, without caring that they belonged to him, and walked back to the balcony again.

He was now sitting on a lounger when I took the chair beside him, a small glass table positioned in front of us. His eyes fell on my soft bulge through the fabric. "How's your arm?" He deflected, a hesitant, reddening smile dusting his face helplessly which I could tell he hated. "I noticed your cast was gone yesterday."

"This sexy thing," I grinned, "I am all good. How about you? Is physio working well?" I knew exactly how much he has progressed. After Jimin's session with the physiotherapist, he had a session with me to update me on Jimin's recovery.

"I am better," he looked away, toying with the healing marks on his wrist nervously. "I didn't think the therapy would help much, but it did. I can feel the temperature on my skin again. I still have to work on strength."

I reached for his hand to stop his nervous tick. I thought he would discourage the last night, but he didn't pull back. "What happened last night?" I asked softly, a smile covering my mouth.