Mental-Taekook

~29~

Soft hours

~jungkook~

I can taste him on the tip of my tongue, and when I woke up I never had a feeling like that, I think I've found my heart in this place last night.

Moving my hand to his hair I play with it, he's so peaceful asleep, so not him, I'm in love, and it's clear to see. Like a happy song,

"Mornin'" his voice was rough, arms still around my waist,

"Sorry, did I wake you?"

"I never said I was asleep in the first place, I just- like when you play with my hair and when you look at me like I'm your everything."

Blush rose to my face, "I so do not look at you like that." I do.

"You do, you're only lying to yourself here kook, but don't worry baby, I think the same about you." He kissed me again, smiling through it I rested my forehead on his,

"Jimin says no one ever knows what they are with you, jimin says I'm not the first one you've done this to."

"Jimin, thinks he knows everything about me, jungkook, I don't know what this thing you talk about is, but I've never felt this way about anyone else before, my heart hasn't ached for anyone else like this before."

"Right..."

"No it's not right, you're special jungkook, you're the only one who is, I was made to be yours, and you were made to be mine."

I kissed him again, smiling widely, "I know, I know, just human emotions I guess."

"these emotions feel more demonic than human, they hurt."

Giggling I look at him once again, "does your heart ache when I'm not around~" I say teasingly,

"When your not around, I have nothing to live for, you've ruined me jungkook. And I don't know if it's for better or worse."

"I'll take both." I sat up slowly, heavily wincing in pain, "holy fucking shit-"

"Forgot to warn you about that, you aren't walking properly for a while," smirking he leant up next to me, shoving his own underwear on, before helping my put my own on.

I pointed towards the drawer, "can I borrow a shirt?"

Chuckling he picked his up from last night, gently putting it on me, "this is what they do in the movies, right?"

"Mhm, I'm pretty sure."

"You look good in my clothes."

"You just want to show everyone what we did don't you?"

Smirking he moved the shirt revealing many, many marks,

"I think they already know, thanks to these beauties," groaning I fasten the shirt, "you can't groan when you were begging for it yesterday."

"Shut up."

"Nope," he popped the p as he shoved pants on, throwing on a random shirt, not bothering to fasten the buttons,