Oppa (전정국)

~49~

A/N: WARNING! Slightly mature content ahead.

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You and Jungkook were back at home watching a movie with a giant tub of microwavable popcorn in your lap. The weekend was approaching, so sleep wasn't a current issue.

When the TV screen turned black, you both looked up, puzzled to see your mother standing there with the remote in her hands, huffing and puffing as she juts out her bottom lip.

She was mad.

"How am I supposed to explain this?" She shouts.

"E-Eomma? What happened?"

"The school just called and suspected you two of being in a sexual relationship with each other!"

Both of you were left speechless, jaws dropping so low that your chins might has well have been on the ground.

Jungkook bit his lip harshly, tasting the metallic liquid that oozed out of it.

Haerin, that bitch. She told them, didn't she?

"They said they're going to call the cops if we don't call within the next 24 hours, so you'd better start playing offense here."

The birth certificate. The adoption papers. The fact that Jungkook was still a minor. That could work, right?

"Okay. We'll go in tomorrow," Jungkook says ever so casually, making you look up at him in concern.

"What?" You blurt.

"I'll do the talking; it'll be okay, Y/N."

"I'll let you two sort it out," your mother leaves the scene when she sees Jungkook embracing you and rubbing different areas of your body.

But it wasn't anything sexual. It was warm, loving, and reassuring.

"Just let Eomma fix this, please. I don't want to lose you," you fist his white shirt, inhaling his cologne that you feel you might miss after tomorrow.

"I don't want to either, but we'll definitely lose if we don't show up and fight," he says, taking your jawline in his large palm and angling your head so he could kiss you on the lips.

Your fingers went to his caramel strands and pulled him closer to you, wanting to feel every part of him against you for the last time.

He carried you to your bed and kept on kissing you, tongues clashing together like two vicious opponents in battle, but you didn't mind. Instead, you nodded and smiled lovingly at him before kissing him again, breath hitching when his hands crept underneath your shirt to remove it along with the rest of your clothes.

You needed him, and he needed you.

Jungkook's eyes teared up as he admired your bare body and softly molded his lips to it, taking in your beauty as you struggled to get his clothes off.

You eventually did, and then, you cupped his face and placed your lips back on his.

"I love you," he said in between kisses, and groans. "And I'm not going to lose you to those bastards."

"J-Jungkook," you whimpered.

You were scared too, afraid that you won't wake up to his beautiful bunny smile and shower of kisses any longer, but any words of encouragement you have might not be enough for Jungkook to stop beating himself up over it.

"I love you, too. You'll do great," you say and let your bodies do the rest of the talking.