❝I want to hold you close,
skin on skin and
let our heartbeats
have a coversation❞
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JEON JUNGKOOK × [F!] READER AU
CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT (🔞)
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My body was still humming with pleasure after we finished our deeds in the bathroom, surprisingly no one caught us or said anything about why we both came out so late from the stalls.
The whole evening plus whatever time was left for the afternoon, I cried.
As soon as he left my side and went back to his cell for the remaining time he had here I cried my heart out facing the wall or covering myself with the itchy blanket to muffle my cries.
I was pretty sure I felt his eyes on my cell but then he pretended to sleep as he never noticed. It hurt more, he was trying his best not to be attached or hold back himself here for god's sake he has a life outside he can't be stuck here forever.
Not like you were stuck here forever too.
That night while still the tears rolled down my cheeks I felt a body slipping next to me. It was him, I could feel it. He scooted his body closer to mine.
His hands slowly tugged at my shoulders. I closed my eyes and more hot tears ran down my face. I couldn't help it. I turned around and hugged his body burying my face into his chest.
Inhaling his smell I hugged him more tightly, my tears staining his uniform.
His hands were in my hair stroking while the other was on my waist drawing comforting circles.
He repeatedly kissed the top of my head and I calmed down.
"Please be safe" He murmured as I nodded my head.
I lifted my head from his chest to see his face. He looked straight into my eyes and at that moment a lot of unspoken words were exchanged that I couldn't decipher.
His eyes shifted to my lips and he inched towards mine. Soon our lips tangled together in a passionate and soft kiss.
He pecked my lips for the last time and his hands slowly covered my eyes and he whispered. "Goodnight angel, dream about all the wonderful things in the world"
That's the last time I heard his sweet voice, kissed him, touched him & saw him.
7 months later
"Adios fuckers"
I said in a low voice as I stepped out of the iron gates and onto the small alley in front of me. The door behind me closed with a rusty hinge and I looked around my surroundings taking everything in.
Fucking years. I lost count but rotting inside was the worst. It's good to be out.
A few days ago just before my release my brother and the lawyer came to take over some of my old stuff which mostly included my old cell phone, some of my clothes which I 'm sure would not fit me anymore.
