Purity | The Sequel✔️

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2 Weeks Later
Seoul, South Korea
Club Ta
Debut Ceremony

The elegance that Jungkook acquired on the stage made my chest burn with passion and awe. He danced  in synchronism with the six other fine men, singing angelically into the mouth piece.

They preformed Tomorrow for their official debut ceremony. I looked on either side of me to see Jane and Liz tuned in with amazement. We just so happened to get the best seats in the house: the side of the stage, hidden from the audience by a purple velvet curtain.

"Ugh," Jane rolled her eyes in disgust. "Look who's in front row."

My eyes shifted to Hajin, Yuki and Jisoo jumping and screaming like wild fangirls. I wrinkled my nose, then smiled at the fact that two of those girls are pretty much in my past now; I've got new things to look forward to.

"Who cares?" I looked to my left and right, catching the eyes of both of them. "They'll never be where we are."

"Right," Liz chuckled.

I didn't miss the sight of her gazing at Taehyung longingly as he preformed on stage, singing in a melodic rhythm.

"Life will never be the same as it once was," Liz added quietly.

"I got a son with my first boyfriend, who're you tellin'?" I laughed.

"And I'm dating my practical brother, for fucks sake," Jane added in a giggle.

We silenced as the crowd screamed and clapped as BTS finished their last song. It was their first taste of fame; the intoxication and satisfaction that you're overcome with as you drowned out in the applause. And by the look of his eye, Jeongguk loved it.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Namjoon chuckled as the crowd roared. "The real ones you should be applauding are my co-writers, but they're too shy to come out."

"Show yourself!" Echoed throughout the crowd.

Eliza and Jane stepped back, as if they might get attacked. I rolled my eyes with a mischievous smile and pulled them both out on stage. I smiled radiantly as I waved to the crowd.

They all roared and clapped, it was hypnotizing almost.

People stuck around for the after party, getting wasted at the bar and dining on Korean barbecue. But Jungkook and I snuck back to his dressing room after a couple drinks after he told me he was feeling slightly dizzy.

I closed the door quietly and Jungkook fell into a comfy chair.

"Baby?" His voice slurred deeply.

My cheeks burned. Fuck.

"Jeongguk?" I turned to him.

He patted his upper lap twice, then smirked. I rolled my eyes into a smile as I stepped over to him, climbing into the chair and straddling his muscular thighs. He sighed as he settled into the chair, resting his strong hands on my waist, I leaned into him. We held each other in silence for a whole minute until his heart began to flutter against my head.

"Holy shit, we had a kid," Jungkook whispered breathlessly.

"I know..." I chuckled, tilting my head. "Do you think he'll hate us for not having him in our life?"

He squinted his tight eyes as he gazed into mine. "What do you mean, Jagiya? Of course we'll be in Jeongsan's life, and watch him grow. I promise. And when's he's at an independent age, like six or maybe seven, he'll be with us everyday."

I silently looked back and forth between his two eyes as he spoke to me. He spoke in a calm, direct manner as if I were inferior.

"But, you really think we can take care of a new born baby right now?" He chuckled, leaning in until his nose brushed against mine.

"Nah, you're right," I smiled, kissing his cheek.

"Like most times," He grinned naughtily.

I giggled, wrapping my arms loosely around his neck. "I love you, Jeongguk." My nose brushed gently against his.

He lowered his hands on my lower back, licking his lower lip. "You kissed my cheek earlier, what happened to lips only?" He complained.

He watched my cheeks burn pink as his alcohol scented breath hit my urging lips. I leaned in slightly, feeling as if I'm about to kiss him for the first time all over again.

He leaned away, pulling off his tie with a swift tug. He looked at it in his palm, smiled, then handed it to me. I took the soft red fabric in my hand.

"Go tie that around the doorknob," He pointed to the door.

bitch?

My stomach did turns, my curls curled, (WHAT) my cheeks blazed. He looked into my eyes with a seductive look, and I knew he wasn't joking. I smiled, standing up from his lap and doing as I was told. I opened the door and slipped his tie around the knob, then quickly closed it and turned the lock.

When I turned around he was there, towering over me. He picked me up, my legs wrapped around his waist as he pushed my back against the door. I pulled his faced towards mine, and kissed him slowly.

His kisses were firm but slow and careful. I almost got lost in the blissful moment until he drew away swiftly,
looking deep into my eyes.

I smiled, "What?"

"You know we're an awful pair?" He bit his lip, his long eyelashes popping.

"Yeah, I know."

Beyond awful. Like way beyond.

"I'm not really good at this love thing, but neither are you, so...," He giggled adorably. "Promise me we'll figure it out together."

I pulled him closer, "I promise. As long as it takes."

He smiled in a daze as we got lost deep in each other's eyes. By now my feet were back on the floor, and my body was blanketed by his. I flinched at his warm touch as his fingers ran along my neck and jawline.

"Promise me you wont give up," I mumbled with the courage I didn't have.

My heart sped up as he gazed into my eyes. He looked down at chest and put his palm over my heart. His smirk drew fire to my cheeks. He slowly slid his hand around the back of my head and pulled me in.

"I promise, (Y/N)."

And that was the very moment that I closed the tight, everlasting space between our lips. Each kiss got rougher, I began to get excited as he pulled away.

I whined.

"Let's go mess up the sofa," He pointed behind him to the brand new white sofa. He stepped backwards until he was sitting on it.

"Yah. The sofa?" I giggled. "It's so white, though. The color of... purity, is it not?"

He rolled his eyes, "Purity's an illusion created by parents. Aren't we... adults, now?"

Far from it, we were. We may have a son, but I still feel like a kid. I am a kid... I'm not even twenty-one, yet. I sigh deeply. Then, I remembered something that Jane told me to say when I was confused.

"Fuck it," I laughed out of bliss joy and straddled him on the sofa. Fuck Purity.

He pulled me in, preforming a passionate kiss on my lips. I was almost caught off guard at first, but melted into his rhythm. I love him so much... yes, that's why he cheated me on me. That's why I cheated on him. That's why we've mistreated and lied to each other. And that's also why we always came right back to each other like it was nothing.

Because honestly, it was nothing. And so were we.

But this... is definitely something.