The Only One || Jungkook

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As Y/n got ready for the day, Jungkook looked at her, mesmerized by the way she moved, by how the fabric of her jeans adjusted to the curves of her body the same way his hands did the previous night. Deep in his mind he was afraid of it being the last time he spent that way with her, but he wouldn't say it out loud. At least not by then. Not when she needed his rougher side back to lean on. When she turned to him, buttoning up the last buttons of her lilac blouse, she forced a smile, clouded by the same thoughts and feelings, but hiding them because he also needed her at her best.

They both managed to work on it the best way they could, but at the same time both of them were aware of that small possibility of going wrong. And even if it was something they didn't want to think about, the darkness of the consequences of their future actions was what invaded their heads. The sweet moments, even if minimal, had taken a second place ever since it all started.

She noticed it when he made love to her. It was intimate, it was passionate... but it still had that goodbye feeling that almost made her burst into tears, that were only hidden after he leaned over to kiss her. It was them two, but also the fear of it being the last time.

—You ready? —he peeked over her shoulder, glancing at her through the mirror.

His nervous smile caught her attention, making her smile while nodding.

—I'm so ready for it to end —she sighed—. Especially for something you said.

His eyebrows furrowed at that, taken aback by that sudden response when he wasn't able to remember what she meant. Until she raised her hand, stretching her fingers playfully, showing the reverse of her digits, especially of the ring finger one.

—You promised me a ring —Y/n challenged him, turning on her feet to face him.

—I'll give you all the rings. Everything you want —he assured her—. I always carry out what I promise, you know that.

Gently, her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as she stood on her tiptoes.

—And if in the worst of the cases, you go to jail, don't think you'll get rid of me —she reminded him—. I've heard what they say about convicts and how they work in bed...

—Doll, you won't have to wait for all of that to happen, because it'll be even simpler —Jungkook whispered—. Tonight —he started walking, making her move backwards until her back was resting against the cold wall—, you'll know how it feels to be fucked by a man that has no other worries or thoughts, other than to feel your tight pussy wrapping around my cock.

The bittersweet feeling in her body made her squirm under his grip and smile when her eyes fell on his. Despite the topic of the conversation, her lips covered his ever so gently it was the first time Jungkook felt his knees shaking.

—Remember the plan? —she asked, still rubbing her mouth against his.

—Hmm —he nodded.

—Keep your mind on it —she played with his hair.

—Same goes to you —Jungkook reminded her—. At the minimal change of plans, I want you to leave and get in the car that will be waiting for you. I know it's unlikely, but there's still the possibility of Sanhwa's men being there.

—If they're there, it'll be a total carnage —she murmured.

His thumbs gently rubbed her cheeks, trying to bring back her focus onto himself to give her a reassuring smile.

—I said it's unlikely. I made sure of it.

Sanhwa was peacefully lying on his wide leather armchair, resting his head over the backrest after he thought his family got everything he wanted. The privilege, the power, and the control of everything that was under Bangtan's hand. And all of it thanks to his son, the same one he thought wouldn't be of use and that would ruin his reputation and everything he managed to get through the years.