Hana's only solace from her awful co-worker is Overwatch.
"Does anybody know about it?" She asked hesitantly; if he was struggling with this 'thing', she didn't want to say something wrong and potentially make it worse.
"This is the first time I've...
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"Jungkook," Hana warned, watching as Jungkook stacked more than enough of her moving boxes on top of each other to carry into his house. No, their house. Their home. "You don't have to move every box in with one trip. One at a time is good enough."
Ignoring Hana, Jungkook grabbed at the bottom of his newly produced stack of boxes, just barely able to pick all of them up as he began to rush towards the house.
"Jungkook," she warned again as he zoomed past her, his breathing heavy.
"No time," he explained through heavy breaths, taking the stairs at a pace that had Hana extremely worried, "Must get back to game."
"You're gonna hurt yourself," she raised an eyebrow, watching him struggle with the steps.
"You're gonna hurt yourself," he rebutted childishly before his foot caught onto the top step, sending him hurdling forward and dropping all of the boxes. Thankfully, Hana had the foresight to suggest he move all of the less fragile boxes, having feared that something like this would happen.
"What was that?" she grinned, composing herself enough so that she wouldn't end up laughing in his face.
"Hana," the boy groaned from his spot on the porch, "I think I hurt something." Clutching at his knee, Jungkook had sounded like he was truly in pain, causing Hana's smirk to drop immediately. She quickly made her way over to the miserable pile of boyfriend on the ground, falling to her knees to inspect him.
"Where does it hurt?" she questioned, trying to move his hands from his knee to look. Instead, he grabbed her wrists, pulling Hana down to his chest and wrapping his arms around her.
"My pride," he pouted helplessly.
"I didn't even know big, fat babies had pride to hurt," Hana teased, relaxing as she rested her head on Jungkook's chest. Today was the day that she was officially moving into Jungkook's home so that they could share it together. It felt crazy how fast things seemed to be moving now that they both had opened up about everything they were struggling with. At the same time, Hana still couldn't wait to see everything else unfold; their future with each other truly excited Hana, and getting to experience it all with him felt so surreal.
"You wound me," Jungkook whined, faking a sniffle.
"Should I kiss it better?" Hana asked, looking up at Jungkook, who nodded his head furiously. Forgetting that they were laying on their porch, open for the world to see, she crawled up to meet his lips. She was greeted with Jungkook's hand, which cradled her jaw as he deepened their kiss.
After all this time, Hana still couldn't explain the feeling that arose when she kissed Jungkook. It felt like every happy, healthy, and sexual emotion ran through her veins all at one time, completely taking over her brain. His lips had complete control over her, sometimes making her feel like she had to drop to her knees and worship them.
