His Step Sister >>J.JK [Editing]

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I'm fucking freezing. I can't feel my toes and my nose and yeah.

Which sucks cause I feel like I don't have a nose and toes which is scary. But anyways.

I'm sorry for not updating, for those that follow me you guys know that I lost a very close friend of mine and I was extremely devastated.

Anyways, no one wants to hear my crappy life stories, you guys came here for the story so here we go!

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He feels scared.

His heart feels heavy, his eyes are burning, tears threatening to fall out of them.

Sitting with his mother in the spacious living room, a ceiling to floor see through sliding door at his right where he can see you perfectly as you play outside in the garden with the flowers. Your giggles fill the place and Jungkook's heart clenches.

What if he never hears those precious giggles again? The operations risky, but if it doesn't happen then you will die. But is it a risk Jungkook's willing to take? He doesn't know.

Sitting on the green old fashioned couch in his mothers living room as she sits opposite him on the other couch. He interlaces his finger's together and forms a fist with it as he brings it to his mouth.

"There's no other option?" His mother asks, her voice shaky. Once she heard the news she couldn't help but break, but she has to remain strong for both you and Jungkook.

He shakes his head, his eyes light red, his pink lips a bit pale. "No,"

His mother sighs as she turns her head to her right, you're playing with a red rose. Picking the petals and forming a heart with them on the green grass. You're completely unaware of the situation, he hadn't told you about the operation.

"I don't know what to do Eomma," his voice cracks, a few tears escape his eyes.

His mother stands up and rushes over to him, sitting next to the heartbroken male as she rubs his back soothingly. Her heart breaks when she see's him cry, she can't help but let a few tears leave her eyes as well.

"Its going to be okay Jungkook, its going to be okay." Her voice is soft and gentle. She holds him close to her as she continues rub his back, her other hand draped over his shoulders. He hugs her, tightly.

"What if something happens to her?" His voice is soft as he sobs. Holding onto his mother as he thinks of the outcomes of the operation. Which is two, you could either survive or die.

He doesn't want to lose you, he can't lose you. You make him feel needed, loved, wanted.

Whenever you randomly hug him, peck his cheeks or nose. The way you snuggle against him, your body fitting perfectly against his. When you mumble things he doesn't understand but doesn't question.

The way you get so excited whenever he comes home from work that you practically run and jump on him, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Your scent that he's addicted to. You're his drug that he's hopelessly addicted to, without you he'd die.

"Don't think negatively Jungkook," his mother says. "Don't think like that, she'll be fine."

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"Kookie?" You call. You're confused by his behavior, he's been so quiet ever since the two of you left the hospital. Even when you left your mothers house, he's been quiet the whole time. He hadn't said a single word no matter how many times you'd try to get his attention, he'd just give you small smiles that seemed off.

He's sitting at the table in his room, going over some paper work to try and distract himself. But it's not working, nothings working.

"Hm?" He hums in response, not looking at you. You pout, suddenly your pout turns into a mischievous smile. You get up from the bed and walk to him, he notices but acts like he doesn't.

You sit on his lap, straddling him. He looks at you, his eyes slowly widened. You wrap your arms around his neck as you settle yourself right above his crotch.

"Pay attention to me." Your voice is low and soft as you stare right into his brown orbs.

Once again, all you're wearing is blue panties and one of his black shirts. Its a sight that he can't resist. Your lips look tempting, its been a while since he kissed them.

"Y/n," he tries to speak but you press your lips against in and that's when he loses it. Instantly he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you deeply. You gasp at the the sudden roughness, but you're not complaining. You love it.

Your lips move in sync with his, meshing together. He tastes like the coffee he's been drinking, its almost impossible to pull away.

Soft moans escape your lips as he slides his hand under your—his shirt— and draws circles on your hips. The soft sounds that leaves your lips make's it harder for him, he wants to hear more, louder, he wants to hear you scream his name.

He pulls away and you almost whine from the loss of contact. He stares at you deeply, the lightly dimmed lights enhances everything which makes you look absolutely irresistible.

He traces the side of your face with his index finger, "you're beautiful." He whispers, your face only inches away from his.

"More please." You grip onto his shirt and that was it.

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One kiss is all it takes, falling in love with me—

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