༺Masterpiece༻

XXXV :: Yes

I stood at the entrance to her room, the dim yellow lights casting a soft glow. I had a immense urge in me. I could feel my heart racing with anticipation. The door was slightly ajar, a clear invitation from her. Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside, my mind swirling with thoughts of what was to come.

The separation from her was like the ocean in side me when I drowned-so painfully elaborate.

I've been to her room over and over again. Tonight it was just as usual. Her cupboard stood right infront of the door, the house coat hanging from the hook on the left. Her desk, on the wall adjacent to the door had a little scented candle lit on it. It smelled of vanilla and peonies, same as the first day I ever saw her.

Memories of that day would have never imagined a shower with her. Memories of that day would have never known a Jungkook and an Esmé like today.

I looked around in search on her, my vision slowing adjusting to the darkness. Now I could see the radio on the night stand and her dresser next to that. But where was the lady of my life?

I walked into the room with just enough vibration as if walking on a velvety field of lust green grasses. As in I was in a field of cherry blossoms which smelt of nostalgia.

Approaching the bed, I noticed a figure moving under the sheets. That was a deliberate move to get noticed. With a grin, I pulled the covers back, revealing Y/n lying beneath, her skin glistening with droplets of water and her eyes sparkling with laughter. Her giggles were infectious, and I found myself laughing along with her.

Before I could say anything, she pulled me down for a kiss, her lips warm and insistent against mine. The suddenness of it caught me off guard, but I quickly melted into the embrace, our bodies pressing together, igniting a fire within me. The raw emotions coursing through me were overwhelming, a mix of love, desire, and a profound connection.

"Love," I whispered against her lips, my voice thick with a need that struck me like a needle.

"Kook," she murmured back, her voice sending shivers down my spine.

Our kiss deepened, growing more passionate and urgent. My hands roamed over her body, exploring the contours of her wet, delicate skin. I was gentle, my touch both tender and reverent, as if she were a precious treasure I had finally found. No, she was the precious treasure I had finally found.

Her soft sighs and the way her body responded to my touch fueled my desire.

Our kisses grew more feverish, the world outside our intimate cocoon fading away. I could feel the warmth of her breath, the beat of her heart in sync with mine. The sensations were almost too much to bear, and yet I craved more, needed more.

Her fingers played with my drenched hair while her arms tightened around my neck, shivering to the heat in me.

"Darling," I breathed, my lips brushing against her ear. "Are you sure?"

She nodded, her eyes filled with a mixture of trust and desire. "I am."

Her voice came out in a whisper, the words forming on her tongue and then vaporising on her lips.

With a gentle touch, I guided her to lie back against the pillows. My eyes never left hers as I positioned myself above her, my heart pounding with both excitement and a touch of nervousness. I wanted this to be perfect for her, for us.

In that moment, I took in her beauty, a mesmerizing blend of East and West, a masterpiece crafted by fate. Her father's European heritage had bestowed upon her features that were striking and elegant. Yet, it was her cute Asian charms that adorned her with an undeniable allure. Her eyes, shaped like a beautiful Barbie's, held the warm, rich color of honey, a gaze that could both soothe and ignite my soul.