omega (✔️)

[124]

[124]

[Jungkook]

My eyes fluttered opened from a bright light protruding into them, a sense of delirium clouding my thoughts.

Where am I?

Under me was a cool blanket that was being warmed by my body heat as well as someone else's, another blanket tangled with my legs. Looking to my right, Jimin's angelic face was resting on my shoulder, my right arm providing him with a makeshift pillow. Subconsciously, a childlike grin spread across my cheeks, floods of happiness flowing in my heart from the sight of his sleeping face. I brought the tips of my fingers to the supple skin of his rosy cheeks, my eyes softening as my finger would dip into the fleshiness of his face.

With that, Jimin's eyes jolted open but the rest of his body was still, his heart calm as he peered into me. I could see his pupils slightly dilate as they focused on me, examining every minuscule detail in my face.

"Good morning," I smiled, giving his button nose a small peck.

"Morning," He replied with a distorted voice as he stretched, his thighs flexing against me as he pointed his toes and his arms stretching over his head. He used his arms to gain momentum to swing himself up to a sitting position, his hair springing in all sorts of directions, and looked around his room.

"What are you doing?" I asked with my head perched on the palm of my hand, my eyes taking in the glory of his sexy back muscles.

He didn't respond but instead darted his head towards his crotch and let out a blood curdling scream. In not even a second, he was across the room with all of the covers wrapped around his toned torso, covering his lower area.

"Oh my fucking Luna," a red blush resided on his cheeks as he looked at the floor below him to avoid eye contact with me, "I'm naked."

My eyebrows furrowed and I put my hands behind my head, my legs spread in a leisure stance, "Don't be shy, babe, it ain't nothing I haven't seen,"

"Holy fuck," He shook his head and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I chuckled at the cuteness of his prude and modest characteristics, wanting nothing but to cuddle him to death and shower him with my evergreen love. Groaning as I sat up, I used my foot to grab my sweatpants and boxers from the floor, quickly slipping them on. The air was cool from the morning air that seeped in from the crack of Jimin's small window. The air cooled the flooring, making my feet tickle from the newfound sensation.

I walked out of the door of Jimin's room to see Jimin fully clothed in a grey sweatshirt and black basketball shorts to my right, taking a carton of eggs, cheese, and bacon out of the refrigerator. He didn't mind my presence as he began to float around the kitchen, getting pots and vegetable oil from cabinets like it was the back of his hand.

His house was fairly small, made up of only a kitchen, living room/dining room, two bedrooms, and one bathroom. The living room and dining room were combined to save space, the kitchen just parallel to it on the right side of the house. His room, and I'm assuming his mother's room, are both adjacent to the kitchen and living/dining room. Straight across from me was the front door, the whole house in a sort of small box shape with four walls securing both Jimin and I inside.

But why did I feel more at home here than I did at my own penthouse? With hundreds of men and women serving me to every need I had.. Gourmet foods made by world renowned chefs.. Deluxe furniture imported from foreign countries..

I took a deep breath of the air within the house and smiled, Jimin's pheromones making me happy.

I know why. It's because that mansion was never my home. Because my home resides within Jimin. The smell of him has been marinated into this house. This is his space. And now it's mine. It's ours.

I walked towards him with my hands in my pocket, pressing my bare chest against his back and wrapping my arms around his torso as he scrambled some eggs for us, "Yah, chill, these eggs are piping, Kookie,"

I laughed into the crook of his neck at his use of language, his right hand continuing to push the eggs around in the skillet with the spatula. I could hear the smile forming on his lips from hearing my laugh.

"You know I love you, right?" I pulled him closer to me, digging my nose into his neck to take in his scent.

Jimin elbowed me in the stomach. Hard. I doubled over in pain, releasing Jimin so I could hold my torso tightly in both shock and surprise.

Fuck, I think he punctured my gallbladder.

But suddenly, my chin was being held by Jimin's small hand. He had put down the eggs and the spatula, looking into my eyes with his hooded ones.

"I love you too,"

He squished my cheeks roughly so my lips mimicked those of a fish's. He quickly pecked my fish lips and smiled once he pulled away, my heart malfunctioning.

It skipped not one—but six beats. I thought I had died in the presence of all things holy.

But Jimin went back to bubbly scrabbling his fluffy eggs, humming a sweet song as he didn't fail to make me fall in love with him once more.

[author's notes]

I'm going to try and finish this book before February but there's gonna be about 20-30 more chapters so..

I'm gonna be writing. A lot.

Haha.

But my *cough* fiancée *cough* found out that I told you guys about my proposal and she's insanely embarrassed. Y'all I love her sm idk what to do 😂👏🏼

()