Jasmine's POV
I'm pulled to a hard chest. His touch is soothing, but what the h3ll?! This could be a stranger!
"You need to be careful, Jaz. I'd hate for history to repeat itself."
I push away from the stranger, instantly recognizing the voice. I look up into the strangely familiar brown eyes, like the ones from my dream. The eyes wear a different look. They look concerned, not distraught, and guilty. I'm so shaken up from what just happened and am desperate for comfort.
"Please hold me, Jungkook," I say into his chest.
The gesture should feel wrong but it feels right like I belong in his arms. He holds back tighter shielding, but also holding in all the pain I have. I can't help but think of Josh. I shouldn't be holding a boy I just met like this. I force myself off him, already missing his touch.
"Sorry, there's just something about you that comforts me. I don't know if it's because you're the son of a woman I care deeply for; I'm not sure," I say while looking down.
I don't like opening up to people, but I trust Jungkook so much. He looks at me with wide eyes and goes to sit on the bench ... that bench. I follow him and once we are sitting down, I pour myself out to him. The thing that gets my heart racing is the fact that he tries to catch every tear that escapes from my eyes. I can't shake the feeling that I was supposed to meet him here. I feel my body having a mind of its own when my eyes fall down to his lips and my face is inching closer to him until my lips connect with his. What am I doing?! This isn't right. Before I can stop myself, he is kissing back.
His lips are soft and are completely taken over by mine.
"Jaz, stop me before it gets to a point where I can't help myself," He groans.
I can feel his husky voice in my core. I want him to call me Jaz all day, every day. It sounds best coming from him.
"I don't want to stop," I say.
I really don't, but I should. The more I kiss him, the more Josh is pushed to the back of my head.
"What about Josh?" He asks.
He stops kissing me, lips only centimeters away from mine.
That's right, Josh, but Jungkook feels so much better, feels like I belong.
"F-f**k Josh," I say as his lips reconnect with mine.
His kissimg is addictive. It's sweet like nectar. I find myself leaning back a bit while we continue to kiss each other. However, my phone rings, saving me from doing anything more than I may regret later on.
"Sh!t," I mumble, seeing my mom's name pop up on the screen. It's eight o'clock.
"Hey mom," I answer, embracing myself for a scolding.
"Girl, where the h3ll are you supposed to be? It's eight o'clock and you should be AT home!" She says, emphasizing every word.
"I know, I know. I just ran into Mrs. Jeon's son."
"Jungkook?" She says, her voice softening.
"Yeah, we were just talking, trying to get to know one another," I say.
"Oh, okay. Well, come back home now," She says before hanging up.
I'm surprised by her answer, but I think she has a soft spot for Jungkook.
"Need a ride?" I ask him while getting up from the bench.
He looks down at me and shoves his hands in his pocket. The action making his arms flex and sweet baby Jesus, if I told yah how that made me feel!
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Paper Hearts (COMPLETED ✔️)
FanfictionSneak Peek: "Hello?" He answered. "Jungkook, look across the street," She said. She watched him furrow his eyebrows and look at her shocked. She waved at him with the hand that had the box of paper hearts which caused his face to soften. She quickly...
