Ugly yet Beautiful || Jikook

Chapter 40

Authors P.O.V
No one ever really understands their feelings, not truly, at least that's what jimin use to think. He could never get his feelings in check, never understand what his heart and his head were trying to say, not really anyway.

But right now, to him, this made so much sense; to much. He knew exactly what his heart and head were saying, he understood why his body was reacting the way it did and that, that scared him.

Jungkook P.O.V
My hands clenched to his arse, his chest flushed against mine as I pulled him across my member slowly, each small rub of friction causing a muffled moan to leave both our lips a-long with jagged breaths.

"H..hmmmm"

I could feel the saliva build up as our lips never parted, I could feel how eager his hands were as his fingers tangled and noted themself into my damp hair. Everything about him, the way he looked, smelled, tasted, everything drew me in.

Jimin pulled away slowly, his eyelashes batting against small strands of his hair as he looked down, I felt his fingers glide from the back of my neck, down my chest till they stopped at the hem of my t-shirt. My heart beat rapidly against my chest as he didn't once make eye-contact with me, the room was silent apart from small pants as we both gasped for air. I felt a cool breeze brush against my stomach as Jimins small fingers began to lift my top up and over my head.

I wanted to shudder at the cold sensation of the air hitting my bare skin but I found myself relaxing as the elders small, chubby fingers pressed against my chest. I could feel the pads of his finger tips as he danced them around my skin, his eyes following as he looked at me.

For the first time in a long time I felt vulnerable and small. I watched his face as he lifted his eyes towards me, they were big and doe like, his lips parted ever so slightly as if he was about to say something and his shallow breathing was becoming barley audible.

"You're beautiful"

My breathing hitched in my throat, my eyes widening as a small smile played across his face, his hair was damp and sticking to his forehead, his lips were moist and red while his cheeks flushed every shade of pink and red you could imagine.

I wanted to reply, say something but I was taken back, I'd never been called beautiful before, not by anyone. My stomach turned and noted, I wasn't sure if I was gonna cry or laugh, my emotions were completely overwhelming me and the only thing I could find myself doing was leaping forward. My arms wrapped around his neck, my head hurrying under his chin as I lay flushed against him.

We lay like that for what felt like a life time, my heart beating against his in silence, I wasn't sure if I'd just killed the mood or made it better or what I was even suppose to do now but some small part of me didn't mind, didn't mind just lying here like this.

Jimin P.O.V
The words fell out my mouth without me thinking, it wasn't suppose to happen like that, but the way his skin felt against my hands, how it was softer than I thought and flawless, it just kinda' fell out.

I don't know why after something So cute and simple falling out my lips did my body decide to shake, every inch of me boiling over as the sudden urge to kiss him practically had me throwing myself at him.

I shuffled where I was lying, enough to free my legs from him as I flipped him onto his back and found myself climbing on top. I don't know where the confidence had come from but I couldn't help from pushing myself down onto his crotch and smirking as I watched his jaw go slack and his eye widen.

"Jim...aha"

To say I felt smug at the action was an understatement, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head slightly and his hands grip the bedding was a sight I actually enjoyed more than I realize. I found my hands making their way to my own top, slowly lifting it over my head to reveal my body.

My heart stopped for a moment, everything around me going silent as I watched jungkooks eyes scan my body, watching them flickers from mark to mark like he was connecting dots. A cold shiver ran down my spin as the ruff pads of his fingers ran across my chest.

This was a part of me I hated, I part of me I was petrified to show people. What if he thought I was disgusting or ugly, what if he hated how my body looked bare and exposed. I fought back the sting that grew in my eyes as I kept my head low, watching how both hands were now drawing across all the lines and scares that covered me.

There was a reason I was held back two years, a reason my mum brought me medication every night, a reason I hated people, a reason I changed schools and it was a reason I'd never shown anyone in over a year and a half. I'd made friends with the wrong people and for 2 years of my life I'd been collecting what could only be described as reminds of my bad choice, bruises, scares and etchings were marked across my body, painting me in different shades and colors, each scar being a different shape, width, color .

My breathing hitched as I was shoved back a little, a warm sensation tickling small parts of my chest, stomach and upper arm. I looked down, my hands instantly gripping onto the damp strands of jungkooks hair as I watched his lips flutter kisses across every mark he could see.

My eyes widened at the small whisper that made its way to my ears, my body relaxing subconsciously as I let my forehead rest against the top of his head.

"You don't have to tell me, I won't ask, everyone's hiding something they don't want people to know"