MR. PAINTER ||JUNGKOOK X READER||

31. Wedding

Y/n

The morning breeze feels so familiar. A week that I spend away from this house and Jungkook, I feel thirsty of his presence. I open my eyes feeling oddly relax and sleepy but I don't want to sleep more. Looking at Jungkook sleeping peacefully next to me with his arms on my waist. His bare chest pressing against my back.

I don't wannat leave bed when he snuggle more on my hair sniffing the scent of it. Is breathing hit my skin sensually. By the time that I know he is not sleeping. He didn't.

"Vampire don't sleep." I whisper knowing he would response.

"I didn't, I just close my eyes to feel you close." His breathing fanning my nape causing a little goosebumps.

"Can you believe it?"

"What?"

I shifted from his arms to turned around, looking up his eyes and his whole beauty, messy but still didn't lessen the charm.

"We are getting married."

"Today. I can call you my wife." I shyly hid my face on his chest.

"What will happen to us after that?"

"Anything you want, my love."

"There's a thing called honeymoon. Should we go somewhere up spend time together?"

He caresses my hair and pulling me closer to him. I snuggle more into his chest.

"Where do you wanna go?"

"Umm." I look up to think of one place I wanted to see. There's a place with wide oceans yet cold at night, a quiet, only two of us and no one would know we even exist.

"Spain."

"Spain it is."

He lean closer to embrace my lips with delicate and gentle kisses. Rain pouring slow, adding more romantic scenery. I run my fingers into his dark brown hair and pulling it softly. The more intimate we were, the less chance of leaving the bed. The rain was just painfully romantic to cuddle more. All I can focus on is him, him and our little world.

My mind remind me of how we first met, and all of those misery we have gone through, with or without him. I was already so broken before I met him, and then he appeared, giving me hope even if it's uncertain.

I thought that this is the end, our story meet the happiness at last.

"I love you so much it hurt."

He bit my lip and devouring more into the kiss. I can't refuse the pleasure he gave me with so much love and passion.

Jungkook and me will getting married, today, actually. I was already picturing myself in a white dress, him in white suits, waiting for me on the aisle. He will hold my hand and we'll facing each other to say our vows.

"... I vowed to love you, Jeon Jungkook. My protector, my savior, the one that save me from the dark. I promise to be your faithful wife, I promise to love you, to cherish you, to respect you in sickness and an health, for rich for poorer until the death do us part."

I smile, caressing my lips with his in the base of happiness that I always wanted. I know that my mind playing the possible future. It was fun for starter, how romantic people could be.

"What's on your mind?" He snuggled into my neck. I smile, caressing his hair to play with it.

"Imagination."

"About what?"

"Woman is more than man, almost more than a half of this earth is our kind. Do you how much woman have you in their imaginary plot? They made you as her king, her boyfriend, her husband, her daddy that is really good in bed." I smile and he giggles at my statement of unreasonable jealousy.