Healing Presence's

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Author pov

"Sweetheart," Jungkook called out, his voice soft, but laced with a subtle plea.

You hummed in response, eyes glued to your book, completely immersed.

He pouted, watching you for a moment, then sighed dramatically. "Hmm, hmm, hmm... that's all you’ve been saying for the last five minutes," he muttered, tapping his fingers impatiently on his thigh.

You hummed again.

He narrowed his eyes, lips curving into a mischievous smirk as a plan formed in his head. Without a word, he left the room.

You were too engrossed to notice him coming back, but your world tilted when suddenly your legs were pulled, your book tumbling onto your face with a soft thud.

“Jungkook!” you gasped, barely catching your breath as he hovered above you, his eyes glinting with playful menace.

He casually removed the book from your face and looked down at you, his lips curling. “You weren’t giving me attention… so I had to take it,” he whispered, leaning closer.

“You could’ve asked nicely,” you grumbled, your hands instinctively gripping his broad shoulders, but he wasn’t listening.

“Hmm… later. Right now, I’ll claim what’s mine.” And with that, his lips crashed onto yours.

The kiss started soft but quickly deepened as his hunger took over. You felt his tongue slide into your mouth, exploring you, tasting you, his hands firm around your waist, anchoring you beneath him.

Your fingers tangled into his hair, pulling slightly, making him groan into the kiss. His lips moved feverishly against yours, while his body pressed flush against you, heat radiating from him like a furnace.

He parted briefly, panting, as a string of saliva connected your lips. His gaze was dark, filled with desire.

“You’re so addicting, sweetheart,” he growled, before attacking your lips again, more desperate this time.

His hand slid under your top, his fingers gently caressing your waist, drawing shivers across your skin. His other hand cradled your neck, thumb tracing soothing circles while his lips devoured yours.

He trailed kisses down your jawline to your neck, his breath hot and ragged. You instinctively tilted your head, giving him access as he sucked on your skin, leaving a blossoming mark.

You moaned softly, which only spurred him on. “That’s it, sweetheart… I don’t want your hums. I want to hear this—you, breathless, only for me,” he whispered against your neck, voice laced with pure adoration.

Once satisfied, he pulled back to look at you. You were breathless, cheeks flushed, lips swollen — utterly wrecked and his mess.

He smiled fondly, laying beside you, pulling you into his chest, wrapping you protectively in his arms as his fingers soothingly stroked your back.

“Sweetheart…” he cupped your cheek, thumb caressing your flushed skin as you opened your eyes, still lost in a daze.

Internally, your mind was screaming, “Oh my god, did I marry a fictional character? That kiss… was hotter than every book Yeji ever gave me!”

You pouted, lightly slapping his chest, trying to hide your embarrassment. “Why did you do that?” you whined.

He chuckled, his eyes softening. “Because you were giving that damn book more attention than me. I don’t like sharing.”

“Oh, so this was all for attention?” you teased.

He shook his head, leaning closer, his lips brushing your ear, voice dropping to a possessive growl. “No. I want your cuddle. Your kisses. Your love. I want you.”

Your heart melted. Smiling, you cupped his face gently. “Well, Mr. Jeon, you already have all of me.”

He beamed, content, before nuzzling into your neck. Both of you drifted off into a comfortable sleep, tangled in each other’s warmth.

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Later that Evening at Jungkook’s Office…

“What are you guys doing here?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow as his friends barged into his office, acting like it was their living room.

“Bro, it’s 6 PM! Time for you to socialize with us!” Hoseok announced dramatically, sprawling himself on the couch.

Jimin plopped onto the chair across Jungkook’s desk. “You need a break from your wife, man.”

“Hyung, wake up, we’re at his office, not a hotel!” Jin yelled at Yoongi, who was already laying on the couch half-asleep.

Yoongi groaned, lazily sitting up. “You’re too loud.”

Namjoon shook his head, ever the calm one. “Anyway, we thought you might want to hang out.”

Taehyung, lounging with his legs crossed and twirling his keys, smirked. “How’s Y/N? Still ignoring you for her books?”

Jungkook’s lips twitched into a smile. “She’s good. And she’s not ignoring me anymore.” His voice held a teasing possessiveness that made the others raise their eyebrows.

“So, when are you going to propose properly?” Jimin leaned in, grinning.

“Soon,” Jungkook replied, his gaze softening as he thought of you. The idea of making you his forever always made his heart race.

“Good, now let’s go celebrate your upcoming proposal at the new club,” Namjoon said, clapping his hands.

“I’m in,” Jungkook said, standing up and grabbing his jacket, a rare excitement in his tone. “But just so you know… none of you are allowed to say anything to Y/N about it yet.”

The boys exchanged knowing glances, their teasing smirks making Jungkook groan.

“Fine, but when it happens, you better let us plan the afterparty,” Jin declared dramatically.

Jungkook chuckled, his mind already painting the picture of you .

How's the chapter???

Jimin new song is released....

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