𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 🌹(18+)

𝟐𝟕:- 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗞𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗡𝗮𝗿𝗶🔞

Jungkook's Pov

As the early morning light began to filter softly through the window, I lay there, unable to take my eyes off her. Nari was sprawled out next to me, still fast asleep, her hair fanned messily over the pillow, a faint flush lingering on her cheeks.

She was wrapped up in my shirt, her body tangled in the sheets, and I couldn't help but grin with a mix of pride and satisfaction.

I'd been through a lot lately.

Hell, I was practically coming off a battlefield, still nursing bruises, and with this damn leg wound that made even the smallest movement painful. But last night... last night was worth every ache and scar. She'd teased me all day, pushing me to the edge, and I knew she hadn't expected me to meet her fire with my own.

Injured or not, I couldn't resist giving her everything she dared to ask for.

And looking at her now, all soft and worn out, I'd say I did a pretty damn good job.

I reached out, gently pushing a strand of hair away from her face, letting my fingers trace the line of her jaw. I could still hear her laughter in my head, her teasing words, the way she'd challenged me, thinking she could take control just because I was a bit beaten up. Little did she know, her little games only fed my desire to claim her even more.

Her lips were parted slightly, her breathing soft and steady, and I felt a warmth stir in my chest, a kind of tenderness I'd never thought I was capable of. This fierce, brave girl lying next to me, looking so completely at peace.

My fingers drifted down to her cheek, brushing over her skin as I murmured softly, "My little flower... how you drive me insane."

It was impossible not to feel possessive, to know that she was here, by my side, mine in every way. And last night... she hadn't held back. She had met me with every ounce of her passion, her strength.

Despite my own injuries, despite the pain, I'd given her all I had-and, God, she'd taken it like no one ever could.

My hand trailed down, brushing along her shoulder, her arm, until I was holding her hand, my thumb tracing circles over her skin. I found myself whispering to her, not caring that she was asleep, that she couldn't hear me. It felt right, in this quiet moment, to speak the words I hadn't been able to say out loud.

"You know," I murmured, my thumb brushing over her knuckles, "you're the only one who's ever made me feel this way. You drive me mad, little flower... you make me want to tear down the world just to keep you safe. Just to keep you with me."

I felt a surge of pride seeing her like this, knowing that, even in my messed-up state, I'd been able to give her what she wanted-what we wanted. She looked so fragile, yet fierce, like she belonged in my arms, and I in hers. I lowered my face to the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, letting my lips brush softly against her skin.

"Do you know what you do to me?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. "How crazy I get just thinking about you? I'm yours, Nari. Every part of me belongs to you, even the parts I never thought I'd give anyone."

I pulled back just enough to look at her, my fingers tracing the curve of her collarbone. She was beautiful, breathtakingly so, and I was a fool to ever think I could protect myself from feeling this way.

I was hers, fully and completely, and I didn't care if the world burned because of it.

As I continued watching her sleep, a lazy smile tugged at my lips. I brushed my thumb over her bottom lip, possessive but tender, savoring the warmth of her. "Just know this," I muttered, mostly to myself, "there's no escape, little flower. You can push me, tease me, try to wear me down... but I'm never letting you go. Not now, not ever."