What the Heart Needs - JiKook

Chapter 14 - Truth

"Have a good day at school, Pumpkin!", I waved off my Angel as the demon took her to school.

These days, Jihoon didn't even bother to try and force a morning kiss out of me. She was done trying. It was good for me, but I wondered what Misun would think if she picked up on it. I hope she doesn't notice. Today I would have to work, but luckily it was a short day. I'd be done with plenty of time to have a little afternoon delight with Jungkookie and still make it home to see Misun at a decent hour after school.

"Good work everyone! Thank you for doing an interview with us!", a nice lady from a radio show bowed.

Walking out, Jungkook took my hand and I smiled at him. He was reading my mind again, the look on his face said it all. I had a couple hours before Misun was off school and we were heading back to the dorms. We had seen each other regularly, but aside from a little fooling around and a quickie or two, we hadn't had any real intimate time together in a while. We were doing fine without always being attached to each other, but every now and then you just need to feel that connection with your partner. Right now was one of those times. The van pulled up to the dorms and Jungkook and I took off like a couple of frisky teens, eager to get inside and to a more private setting.

The moment the door closed behind us, I was already pulling my shirt off, slowly backing up to the bed and taunting my Lion by moving my tongue over my lips and imitating giving him a good lick. He moved fast, his hard body colliding with mine, knocking us to the bed. As his tongue fought with mine, my fingers dug into his back, raked up his sides and ripped at his shirt. Off damnit! I want this damn shirt off! I had to touch him, feel his body as he moved over me. The warmth of his skin, those tensing muscles, oh hell... the heat of his breath on my neck! What was I doing? Oh, right, his shirt...

Pulling it over his head, I tossed it, and everything else was a blur. I know our pants went quickly after that, but I can't remember actually taking them off. The last thing I really remember was when he entered me; damn I loved the way it felt as every inch of him stretched me open to make room. More blur followed, but I can remember exactly how good it felt. His intense passion, the loving embrace, his beautiful words... and his hand firmly wrapped around my dick, helping me along.

We laid there after, just enjoying the closeness. He was laying on my chest as I played with his hair, lazily drawing shapes and spirals over my stomach.

"Jimin?"

"Hmm?"

Jungkook let out a sigh and hugged around my middle, "I don't know... never mind."

"What's wrong, my love?"

"I'm just nervous about everything, I guess. I want you to come home. I miss you. I miss... this."

"I know, I don't like it either. Soon though.", I moved to sit up a bit and look down at him, "Hey... can I ask you something?"

"Anything, Dumpling."

"Hypothetically, how would you feel if I adopted Misun?"

Jungkook sat up and looked at me for a moment, "You mean, if she's not yours? What about her mother? How would that even work?"

"That's why it's hypothetical. How would you feel though?"

"I don't know..."

My nerves were going haywire, did I just say something stupid? Did I scare him? Does he even like or want kids? The longer he paused, the more faint I felt. My breath had stopped the entire time I waited for him to speak again.

"I think having a kid would be fun." I gasped for the air I had been holding back. "You wanted a kid, and if it was possible for two guys to have one, I'd have one with you. I mean, adoption is our only choice and we'd have to wait till our careers were over, but..."