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十九

I looked at Jungkook, expecting to see him smirking or laughing.

He was dead serious.

"Jungkoo-"

"Not because I'm jealous, Taehyung."

I closed my mouth, face turning red.

"Because I know you're strong. And I don't want you to cry."

I didn't say a word.

Because I'm not strong.

"I'm not strong, J-Jungkook," I began. I felt tears prick at my eyes.

He held my hand tighter and readjusted himself on the bed. I couldn't help but notice the worry in his eyes. The worry I knew too well, the worry I hated seeing.

The worry that made me cry.

"I'm not strong. I'm weak. I-I haven't given up because of y-you, you saved me, you h-helped m-"

I got interrupted by him. Not with words, though.

He slammed his lips against mine, making me gasp and widen my eyes.

I got lost in his scent of strawberries and Cologne. I haven't kissed him in so long- well, only a little more than 12 hours, but I couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't take the loneliness.

I gave in the kiss.

It was gentle, not as wild as normal. It was perfect for me. I put a hand on his cheek.

I liked it when he tugged on my bottom lip with his teeth.

A few minutes later, Jungkook moved away.

"I'm sorry for going overboard last night, I was really worried," he frankly said. I smiled, blushing from our kiss.

"It's alright, I should have looked at the time too..."

Jungkook giggled and laid down on the bed, grabbing my waist and pulling me close.

I grabbed his hand and he shoved his face in my neck from the back. He tugged on my earlobe with his teeth and I blushed.

"J-Jungkook, stop~" I cooed, only making him tug harder.

He got down lower and peppered kisses on my neck, making me laugh. I've never been ticklish, but Jungkook made me discover I have always been. Unless it had a different effect on me because it was him.

When Jungkook began sucking on an area the side of my neck, I bit my lip to avoid letting naughty sounds out of my parted lips.

I limited myself to heavy panting. I gripped Jungkook's hand harder and he did the same.

A soft moan escaped my mouth and Jungkook stopped.

"S-Sorry- I couldn't let it in," I muttered, embarrassed.

"Do it again," he whispered in my ear before kissing my neck again.

I knew he really wanted me to make that sound again, but my instinct tried everything to stop making any more of them.

At one point, I swore I was about to drool. I couldn't take it anymore and told myself,

Whatever.

Another whimper escaped my mouth, setting place in the room, followed by many more.

I felt Jungkook smile while he traced my jawline with his tongue.

I normally didn't like this kind of tension. This kind of scene. When relationships go overboard.

But this time, for some reason, I felt at home. Comfortable.

"We should stop here, baby, before I do something I'll regret to you," Jungkook cooed.

I was disappointed, but I hid my needy side.

I only jokingly pouted and kissed him goodnight.

Well, good day, I guess, as I could tell the sun was going to rise soon.

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