Kim Na-Ri, a half Korean girl living in Seoul.
BTS, the most famous k-pop group under the sun.
She's looking for a new life.
They are looking for an escape...
Maybe they can help each other.
Maybe, just maybe, she can be Bangtan's Release...
...
His request came out almost as a whisper. She saw in his eyes the want, the desire for skinship with her. They were looking at each other, peering into each other's eyes. She slowly put her hand on top of his. His gaze left her eyes and landed onto their hands. He slowly intertwined their fingers, letting a smile form on his lips.
He gently squeezed her hand and closed his eyes, letting his head gently fall back on the vehicle's headrest. He was happy, content by this contact, and he held her hand until they reached the hotel in silence.
Ritz Carlton Hotel, New York-
Once they arrived, they made their way to the elevator. Their rooms were on the same floor; she was 4 doors down from theirs. As she was about to go to her room, Jungkook gently got grabbed her hand.
She looked back and waited for him to say something, but he just looked at her. What he wanted to say with his words could easily be deciphered through his longing gaze.
She smiled at him softly and took his hand in hers and pulled him in the direction of her room. He was like an animal going to the slaughterhouse, showing no sign of resistance. He followed her like a willing prisoner embracing impending death.
As they entered her room, she let go of his hand. He remained standing at the same spot she left him at, as she removed her shoes at the entrance, as she dropped her bag in a corner of the room, and washed her hands in the bathroom; all this while he stood there, his eyes following her every move.
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Her room was floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city; she loved it. It was always her dream to sleep in one of those rooms. She paused in front of the large windows, looking over her shoulder in a bid for Jungkook to come closer, which he did.
He slowly walked toward her and stopped right behind her. He was so close; she could feel the heat radiating from his body.
"Noona, can I hold you please?" he pleaded in a breathless whisper. He leaned his head on top of hers, eyes closed.
Please, say yes...
"Jungkook...from now on, do not ask for my permission. Just do whatever you want when we're in private..." she whispered gently to him.
His arms gently wrapped around her waist, and he slowly buried his face in the crook of her neck. He took in her scent; her hair smelled of vanilla, coconut and of faraway places where the sun never sets. His grip on her waist tightened, and before he could control the urge, his lips found their way to her neck. He couldn't help but kiss this soft skin before him.
Na-Ri closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the feeling. It was comfortable. It was warm. He gradually got closer and closer, until her small form was pressed against the window in front of her; his hands on both sides of her on the window. His breathing was audible; not labored but just heavier. His hands traveled up her arms. He gently pulled down on the right side of her top in order to free her shoulder and grant him full access to kiss it. Everything was happening in slow motion.
