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Chapter 18:- it's Over

Vanilla's POV

Kim Namjoon gave word to his people that his business trip would last a while longer. A few days turned into a week, a week turned into two, two weeks turned into three. Kook was suddenly hot and cold, either staying cooped up in his room or attached to my hip; although every night, I felt him crawl into bed with me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into his chest. This small gesture brought me validation that things were okay on some level, however, his side of my bed would be cold come morning as he would leave my bedroom by dawn. jhope and Valen were trying to constantly keep me busy with holiday activities as they both noticed the sudden tension around Kook and me. In my brother's mind, he was the first line against my inevitable breakup, promising me that there was plenty more dick in the world. With a slight nod of agreement, I could see that hobi had his own thoughts but chose to keep them to himself. I went back to my room early in the evening after a day full of holiday baking, and while I smelled as sweet as a sugar cookie, I was also as sticky as one so I took a quick steamy shower and fell right into bed. I awoke the next morning with the distinct thought of a missing Jungkook. He hadn't come to sleep with me for the first time in what felt like forever, and I tried not to think about how much it bothered me.

I pulled my robe over my body and tightened the tie around my waist. Stuffing my feet into some fuzzy slippers, I opened the door of my bedroom and without looking, slammed into a solid body. Reeling backwards before finding my footing, I gaped at Jungkook's stare that went from my slippers to the messy bun atop my head. The warmth of his gaze shot straight to my core and I bit my lip without realizing, another small gesture not going unnoticed by the hungry-looking male.

"Good morning," I said softly, shifting from one foot to the other.

"Dobroje utro malysh (Good morning, baby.]." He replied, his voice low and strained while his eyes blinked a few times to focus.

"Is everything okay?" I wondered aloud, leaning against the door frame to appear cool and collected.

"Everything is fine, I just wanted to check on you." His large hand came out to caress my cheek and I leaned into his touch, my eyes fluttering as warmth consumed my belly.

"I'm okay," I whispered softly, feeling him step closer until his lips pressed against mine. I moaned gently into his mouth, lavishing in the warmth of his lips and the taste of mint on his breath. My fingers quickly tangled themselves in jungkook's curls, pulling him impossibly closer because I needed him. I needed him in a way that made life without his existence unlivable. But not only did I need him, but I wanted him. I wanted him in a way that the need for his presence was welcomed. I wanted to need him. And I wasn't sure if any of that made sense, but it didn't even matter because...