The Story of Us | Jikook/Kookmin

24 | Locked Up in a Spell

Jimin POV.

I snort, walking past Jungkook as the police officer unlocks the door and lets me inside the cell. 

- Thank you. -I smile as the officer passes me a hand-on-forehead and walks away, leaving Jungkook stare at me in wonder of what the hell I'm doing in here. -What? -I shrug with a smile, walking close to him with a sway on my steps. I feel butterflies flap inside my stomach when I stand in front of him and look at his eyes from close. -Can't we be in the same room at the same time?

After seconds of confused eye-locking he finally lets out a breath of laughter.

- Are you seriously going to stay here? This is not like a joke or something?

I shake my head, coming and going between my tippy toes and heels once. Okay, maybe twice. I'm just happy to see him. 

- Didn't wanna leave you alone. 

The glow in his eyes is incomparable to anything I have seen. The affection with which he looks at me, the tender gesture with which he holds my hands inside his and rubs his thumbs over my knuckles... I have to look away so that I can breathe again, but I'm not doing either one of those things. I stubbornly want to be in this moment with him, because nobody can break the spell here... If it's one night where I can dream in peace with him, I'll choose to stay in a prison cell by his side.

- Come here. -He pulls me to his chest, wraps his arms around my shoulders and dives his nose into my neck, breathing me in with all his might. 

I gulp away all my anxiety and allow my arms to surround his waist. I feel so safe with him like this... My lips part in difficulty because I want to scold him endlessly for consulting to brawling as the way to solve the problem, but my heart trembles with so much longing that I confess something else instead. -I was so worried.

He shifts his face to the side of my cheek, whispering directly to my ear what feels like a bundle of goosebumps. -About me?

My heart pounds unto our chests. I squeeze the fabric of his shirt and nod.

- I'm sorry. -He says quietly, running a hand over my back soothingly. -I didn't mean to make you worry.

I shake my head quickly, pulling him closer to shut him up. -'S fine, you're here.

- Yeah. -He adjusts our posture to fit me better in between his arms and goes back to nosing my neck. -You're here. -His other hand joins the action, and all left for me to do is listen to the silence that accommodates the two of us through every jolt that his touch sends to my body. 

Wish we could stay like this forever. 

Wish forevers lasted.

That must be exactly what he is thinking because when I pull back there is a sour expression on his face that makes me want to smile.