Pure Seduction | JJK - KTH (ONGOING)

twenty-five

Taehyung's POV:

I couldn't sleep all night... Jungkook was so broken, that it did more than just 'shock' me. To see such a man with so much integrity, respect and strength, be at his lowest point that he can possible be in life, sends more than just chills down my spine.

So far, even the smallest steps he's taken, are giant leaps. He's come so, so far, and he doesn't realize it. I want him to know that he's going to be okay, but after such a thing like this to happen to him, to anyone... it won't be easy.

I want to be here for him to help make it easy. I want him to take it slow, nothing has to be rushed, and if he ever needs or wants anything, I want to be able to provide him whatever that may be.

I... love him.

I love him.

I love Jungkook. I care for Jungkook. I want all the best for him, and I just want him to learn how to smile again...

At times I even question myself "what even are we?", But right now, I need to be whatever he needs me to be.

All night long, I was lost in thought with questions like that. I was lost in thought planning what to do next, how I should approach things, how I need to focus and study him more and how to be the best I can for him.

I simply need to relax, and I need to not overthink it.

I opened my eyes to see that the sun was already up again, and it's been like that for a while, though, not as blinding as before. I figure it must be the afternoon already...

'I don't want to wake him up... but it is pretty late...'

With a shaky sigh, I pulled myself back a little bit just to see his face.

His eyes were still puffy, his skin and complexion wasn't as great but he looked like he was getting some color back into himself. The shadows created by his long little lashes were cast in a unique way.

He might not be at his best, whatsoever, yet, he still looked angelic. Frail, but innocent.

Rather than the demonic look he'd give me sometimes, he truly felt like a celestial being and sure has the heart of one.

My hand made its way through his hair and gently moved his bangs to the side so I could see him better.

I gently held the side of his head and kissed his forehead. Letting my lips linger for a few moments. "I love you, Jungkook... so, so much..." whispering against skin, "please be strong, and please do your best to stand back up on your feet."

I then gently kissed his cheek and placed my head atop his. My arms made its way up and I cradled him.

I want to give him my love and affection so badly, so desperately, but I know I can't just yet.

Jungkook would always be the one who'd show affection, even though it's not always in such an obvious way, it was there in some shape and some form.

It's time to give him the same affection and adoration, but I can't do it right off the bat. At least, not for now... unless he needs me to.

I noticed him shiver under me. I moved my head to the side to see again, and his brows were furrowed, eyes shut tight. He started shaking again and I could feel my shirt starting to get wet. He was crying quietly in his sleep, shaking.

'Maybe he's having another one of those dreams again?'

"Poor baby..." I said to myself before wiping his tears. I was about to try waking him up but his hands grasped tightly onto my shirt, trying to cling onto my chest. "Shhh, shhh, it's okay Jungkook, I'm here." I said quickly, caressing his face. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he couldn't.