Jungkook PoV

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Ultimately we slept, just like that.
She is in my arms, all so angelic. She kept me warm the whole night. Oh, she is warm and how I love that.
I wish we could stay forever like this, jagiya.
I must be crazy, I must be. I laugh a little and she moves a bit. She smiles when she looks at me. I don't think she realises how wholesome her smile is.
"Good morning"
I might just melt away, "Good morning, Yeobo!"
Her eyes widened, "Are we doing nicknames?"
I chuckle, "Yes."
She smiles, "Alrighty then, Jaan."
"What does that mean?"
"Life" Oh and she smiles again.
Her grin could quite possibly heal the world (CL)
She looks at me signalling to get up, "Jungkook?"
Ah, here it is. You know when someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. Like your name is safe in their mouth, that's how she calls me. (Jess C. Scott)
I wrap my hands to hug her tight.
"Let's stay together, a little longer."
"If you say so." and ultimately we do.

Or maybe not, because Bam entered and is now with us on the bed.
"Bamie!! Good morning. Ah, he does look like you." She laughed.
"I also think we do look similar. Like father like son."
I laughed
"That's true. Now that we are up, You need to eat something so that you can take your meds. What would you like to have for breakfast?"
Guilt crept in, and I confessed, "Umm. I need to tell you something."
She says, "Yes?"
I look at her, "Actually my injury is not that serious. Like what my manager told you is not true. I asked him to say that to you. Umm, I am sorry. I had no clue you would be this worried, I am so sorry."
Her face is now expressionless, I add, "It is just an ankle twist, I need max a week's rest. Nothing more, Sorry."
She suddenly sighs, "Ah, it's a relief. It's nothing severe."
I look at her in disbelief, "So you are not at all angry?"
She looks at me right in the eye, "Not even 0.0001%, I am rather relieved."
I sigh in relief, "You are..."
Bam suddenly starts licking her and they start goofing around.
"Precious" I mumble.
She side-hugs him and both of them look at me, I cannot help but smile my biggest smile.
Then we brushed together, and what made it more domesticated was she made breakfast for me.
Pancakes and Coffee, and some fruits. Wow.

She breaks my trail of thoughts, "The best I could do was this, it looks a little weird but it is edible."
I laugh, the pancake was a bit overcooked but perfect because she made it.
"I will eat it as long as you make it."
She chuckles, "Then you might have to eat a lot of weird things in the future, mister."
I will gladly do it. And the table is set, Breakfast is ready and the family is together. The rest of the days went by relatively fast, we were together most of the time. Today is the last day, work resumes tomorrow.
And I realised,
How often I have wished to have her near me (Friedrich Nietzsche) and now she is here. Holding me, wrapping her soft hands around me.

"Do you believe in fate?" she asks.
I'm taken aback by his super out-of-character question. But that is her, she asks most random questions.
"Not really," I answer
"Me neither, but now I'm starting to." My pulse quickens at the irresistible drop, "Why is that?"
She looks up to me with utmost sincerity,
"I think, I would've found you no matter what. It was a matter of when not if." (Unknown)
Oh. "Maybe then it is our fate."
She smiles, "Our, I like the sound of that."
"Me too."

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