My Guide // ON HOLD

Chapter 35

Author's Note:

Hello, fellow lovely readers! It genuinely has been so freakin' long. I am grateful and surprised that there are people who's reading my Kookmin stories. Just know that I'm eternally thankful for every comment and support. BUT do take note that this isn't my official "comeback". I miss writing but my brain paused since school started—it is truly killing me.

This chapter is slightly different. Nothing special, just pure fluff. I hope you enjoy this short chapter (a filler, actually) and I don't know when I'll construct this story with it's actual plot and end it neatly. But until then, do still anticipate my story <3. Thank you for 11.8k viewers too ^____^.

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Jongkook's POV

The scent of coffee engulfed my nose as I sat up from the bed. I rubbed my eyes, letting out a yawn. I stretched my arms towards the ceiling and groaned at the delicious pull of my muscle. I really need to treat myself to a spa. A man, too, needs some care.

I opened my eyes slowly, due to the sunlight casting into the room. Somin's room, to be exact. My head replayed last night's events and I felt my ears getting warm. I looked down at my shirtless state and I noticed the few marks Somin left on me. She really did a number on me, huh? But shit, I love it.

I slowly got up from the bed, glancing at the clock that reads '9.16am'. I made myself decent by fixing my hair. Funnily enough, I couldn't find my shirt so I let myself be in a shirtless state with my intact shorts. I walked out of her room, trying to find her. "Somin-ah?" I called out softly, my voice still sounded asleep.

And there she was, her back towards me as she pressed the coffee machine to start brewing. I scanned her, smiling when I noticed she was wearing my shirt only. My eyes greedily soaked up at the sight of her pale bare legs.

It seemed like she didn't hear me so I decided to sneak up onto her. I made sure my steps were gentle and when I was only a step away, I slid my hands around her waist and pulled her back onto me.

I heard her small gasp and I smiled widely as she tried to face me. "Oppa! You scared me," She patted my arm. I nuzzled into her neck and breathed her in. I could get high on her scent and wouldn't want a cure. I hummed in response, relishing the moment before I pulled away since she kept on squirming. She turned around and faced me, revealing her bare face. I love that she's comfortable with me and that I could savor every beautiful feature of hers.

She was wearing glasses and I raised an eyebrow at that since it was the first time I've seen her wearing one. I found her adorable with it. She scrunched her nose at my reaction and wrapped her arms around my waist, tilting her face up towards me. Without hesitation, I cupped her face and kissed her.

The kiss felt different. Alluring. Soft. Comfortable. Right. With her, everything felt right. Our lips fit perfectly, molding and moving into its own accord. I could feel myself melting into the kiss, relaxing my mouth to do its job.

I could kiss her forever until the coffee machine beeped and interrupted us, signalling that the coffee was ready. She pulled away from me, slightly out of breath with her eyes still glazed. I brushed my thumb over her lips, feeling the softness of it.

Her cheeks pinked and I couldn't help but let my lips curl upwards at the sight. She cleared her throat and moved to the coffee machine to retrieve the two cups of coffee. I chuckled to myself at her flustered state. She glared at me when she heard my chuckle.

"What?" I teased her. She rolled her eyes at me before walking towards me and handing the coffee. I thanked her with a kiss on a cheek, just because I can't get enough of her.

With that, I walked to the living room and made myself comfortable on the couch. She followed me, taking a seat beside me. "Nice shirt," I said. She looked down at it and smiled playfully. "Thanks, I would say you have a nice shirt too but you aren't wearing any," She replied, glancing at my naked chest. "A certain someone is wearing mine," I placed the coffee on the small table.

"And it's hard to cover these marks that she put on me. Any advice to make it go away?" I asked her, still going with the skit. Somin hummed, putting her coffee down too. She acted like she waa thinking it through, getting closer to me to inspect the marks.

I felt my body getting warmer at her closeness. She makes me emotionally and physically react just by being close and I both love and hate it.

She seemed pleased with her own marks, a small smile displayed on her face. She pressed on a scratch mark, making me wince. "Oops, it hurts that bad? I think I can do something about it," She paused and leaned closer to the mark, which was on my collarbone. She brushed her lips over it before pecking it gently. My breathing deepened and I held back the urge to take her again.

I knew last night was enough when her eyes started to tear up because of overstimulation. She does that to me so easily–making me crazy and I didn't want to hold back. But I don't want to make women cry, even if it's from pleasure. Especially my woman here, who's teasing the hell out of me and knows what she's doing to me. And I love her for it.

"There. Better?" She looked up at me with a cheeky smile, making my heart flutter once again. God. This woman. I replied her snarky remark with a tickle on her side which she absolutely hates.

She instantly flinched and let out a laughter, trying to push my hand away. "Oppa! Alright, okay, I get it–" She got cut off with another tickle and she laughed even more. I stopped when she started to squirm onto the floor.

I didn't realise I had a huge grin plastered on my face. But what I realised was that I could live like this everyday; her laugh filling the living room, the sun casting on her face, wearing my shirt like this was our new norma.

My heart has always yearned for this. A familiarity. A comfort presence. My person. My home. And Somin was exactly that.