Chapter 26: I'm Not Racy...

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Jungkook smiled lightly as he tiredly moved his form closer to yours on the bed. Sighing as he let his head rest against the back of your hair, his arm moved around you in attempts to pull you closer to him.

Snuggling your back into him, you let your hand rest on the pillow before your face as you blinked slowly awake yourself.

Forcing your eyes shut when you felt his lips press lightly against your bare shoulder, you felt them trail down to your collarbone.

"Morning," he lightly said as he wrapped his hand over your stomach.

You blinked slowly, nodding tiredly while looking over at the wall before you.

It took forever to build up the courage to speak.

"We had sex," you shakily let out.

He sighed, grinning as he pecked your shoulder again.

"Yeah."

"Do you regret it?" You asked painfully. It was hard to ask, your heart on an edge as you spoke so vulnerably.

He was genuinely confused over you speak. "Did you hear anything at all last night?" He breathed out in disbelief, "I love you, of course I didn't regret it."

"Stop."

"Stop what?"

"Stop saying shit you don't mean," you snapped as you tried to move away from him under the sheets.

"I do mean it," he said as he simply pulled you towards him again, "I'd never lie and hurt you again if I didn't."

"What about Racy?" You asked softly.

He could hear the discomfort in your voice. It hurt him that you had a hard time believing him.

"What about her?" He asked as he squeezed your form in reassurance. He could see the slight glint in your eyes as you tried to focus on nothing but the wall.

"You've been in love with her for the—"

"Nope," he popped sighing as he let his lips trail your neck again.

You felt shivers run down your spine. Eyes fluttering closed, you pursed your lips as a soft tear left your eye. Numbly wiping at it with your hand that was close to you on the pillow, you smiled tightly.

"I guess its hard to believe," Jungkook said softly, "I've hurt you repeatedly."

You nodded.

"I'm sorry," he said as he stared at the side of your face, "I dread ever making you cry."

You nodded again, gently.

"If I could go and slap the bitch outta my past self I would," he said chuckling, his fingers moving by the corners of your waist in attempts to make you smile a little.

It worked slightly as you let out a breathy chuckle.

His eyes were incredibly soft as you rolled over onto your back so you could finally see him.

He was perfect.

Hand cupping at his cheek, you smiled when he moved into your touch, his lips quickly pecking your palm.

"I thought I knew what love was," he said softly, having his eyes met yours, "but turns out I only found out when I met you...what I had before with Racy wasn't love and I'm sorry for making you feel as if you meant nothing to me."

You wanted to laugh and cry and the same time.

"You mean everything..."

You balled. He chuckled before pecking your cheek and laying back down, pulling your sniffling form towards him again.

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