𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 | 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜

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Junghyun too, went downstairs to have some business discussions with Baek-Hyun. Jungkook went on the balcony again, standing and thinking about something. And that something was the moment he spent with Yn last night.

He couldn't sleep last night. She was something for sure. His heart never thudded the way it did last night. He never felt those emotions that he felt last night. He never found himself more drawn to someone physically than the way he did last night. It was new. It was weird. It was confusing yet surreal.

He was just thinking when suddenly he heard a feminine voice, "Your coffee, Mr. Jeon," it was Yn, and he recognized her voice immediately. He turned and watched her keeping the tray on the table while he walked near the table.

She stood silent in front of him as if she wanted to say anything. He stood in front of her as if he wanted to say something. Both stayed silent when she suddenly broke the awkward silence, "I will go now. Have a good day," she bowed a little and was turning to go but her leg slipped and again she tried to balance by holding his hand but before he could process, they were on the couch but this time he was under her and she had was resting on his chest.

He tried to save her but in that course, they both switched their places and fell. His heart again thudded rapidly, threatening him to come out of its place anytime yet there was a calmness in those beats. He was scared that she might listen to his crazily sane heartbeats.

Her hands were on his broad shoulders and her lips were on his chest where his heart thudded. He glanced at her for a while before she looked at him. The same eye contact. The same crazy beatings of the heart.

They didn't say anything but there were a lot of things their hearts were talking about. Jungkook's hand suddenly traveled to her head and he slid it down to her lips slowly. As he did that, she closed her eyes while his hand covered her lips and attached his lips to the back of his hand that rested on her lips.

"I feel so intoxicated by you, why?" he muttered slowly, "Why are you driving me crazy? What are you?" he added, once again pressing his lips on the back of his hand in a way that she felt his kiss. "Only I know how I stop myself from kissing you. Your eyes drive me insane, your voice makes me crazy. You made me sane yet insane, Yn," he muttered and exhaled a deep sharp breath when he felt her kissing his palm and her hand caressing his cheek.

"Fuck, don't," he whispered, knowing the effects of his body. He wasn't needy but surely intoxicated enough to take things in a way that none of them had imagined. And the way her body was submissive towards him was adding fuel to it.

Despite his denial, her hand removed his hand from her lips, her eyes stayed closed while her hand roamed her face just like the way he did, and stopped on his lips. She rubbed his lips slowly before covering it up with her hand and pressed her lips tightly against the back of her hand. So tightly that he felt her kiss.

"You did something to me." She spoke as his grip on her waist tightened. He removed her hand, wishing to kiss her lips but he maintained the manner. He refrained himself. Rather, he held her cheek softly and landed a long kiss on her head. She felt the warmth and he felt the love.

But to interrupt their beautiful moment, Arin's voice entered, "Yn. Yn. Come here, please! I need you!" both of them opened their eyes at her voice and she gasped when she realized what had happened. Immediately getting up, she ran inside her friend's room while he stayed there only, smiling at her going figure.

Had the flowers of love bloomed in the colorless garden of both of them?