[ complete ] 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 𝐅𝐅

70. Moonlight & Milk

Jungkook’s POV —

The night was calm—strangely so.

I stood at the edge of the terrace, arms resting on the low brick wall, watching the moon hang heavy and whole above the village skyline. It had a silver glow, soft and surreal, the kind that made you forget—just for a second—that the world could be cruel.

Below, the courtyard buzzed with a soft echo of life. Advait was “strategizing” with his toy walkie-talkie, acting like a mini commander, shouting instructions at no one in particular while Aarohi followed behind him with her bunny in hand, insisting she was the “backup medical team.”

My lips twitched into a smile.

That was my blood. My chaos. My home.

Still, a certain restlessness lingered in my chest.
Not fear.
Not exactly worry.
Just… a simmering kind of tension. Like my instincts still hadn’t let their guard down.

Then I heard it.

Footsteps behind me.

Soft. Familiar.
I didn’t even need to turn.

“You’ve been quiet for too long,” she said gently.

I finally glanced over my shoulder.

There she was.

Y/n. Wearing a soft cotton night kurta, hair loosely tied, a glass of milk in her hand, the warm village breeze tugging at her braid. Her face, lit faintly by the moon, looked so calm. Too calm.

But I knew better.

I knew the way she held silence when she was trying to protect me from her own worries.

I turned back to the sky. “Just thinking.”

She walked over, leaned beside me on the wall, and handed me the glass. “That’s dangerous for you.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Me thinking?”

“Mm-hmm,” she hummed. “You’re the type who thinks too much and then buys three bulletproof cars at once.”

“That was only once,” I muttered, sipping the milk.

“Exactly my point.”

I stayed silent for a moment, eyes trained on the glistening moon. “I hate that someone got close. I keep replaying it. If I had waited even a few more hours… if that bottle hadn’t been found…”

She placed a hand on my arm. “But it didn’t happen, Jungkook. You came. You protected us. Like you always do.”

“I wasn’t fast enough,” I said through my teeth.

She stepped in front of me and placed her hand over my chest. “Hey. Look at them down there.”
We both glanced toward the kids. Aarohi had tripped on her dupatta and Advait was trying to teach her how to “roll like a ninja.”

Y/n smiled faintly. “They’re happy. They’re safe. You did that.”

I met her eyes—and something just… shifted.

My hand set the glass on the edge of the terrace wall.

And before she could process it, I stepped forward, gripping her waist, and gently but firmly backed her into the side wall tucked away in the shadow—hidden from anyone’s view below.

“Jungko—” she whispered, barely finishing before my lips caught hers.

Soft.

Slow.

No fire. No urgency.

Just… her.

She gasped quietly, her fingers clutching at my shoulders, unsure if she wanted to push or pull. Her breath fanned across my face and I deepened the kiss, one hand holding her waist, the other sliding up to cradle her jaw.