Cursed Fate

Chapter 40- one of the most beautiful moments in life

(Y/N) POV:

My shoulders felt lightened, no longer shouldering the burden alone. But my heart and soul felt weary, I didn't regret telling them. It just made me feel raw and exposed all over again. And how would they feel now, what did they think about me, their soulmate who is an orphan? The only soulmate in the group who came with so much emotional baggage.

My lips were bitten raw, there was a painful tingle from where I'd constantly been gnawing at them. Even whilst thinking that, my lip was between my teeth- worrying about their reaction and the time they'd no doubt want to process it all.

I didn't, couldn't dare to look them in the eyes. I couldn't muster even a shred of strength to look them right in their eyes and be able to remain unshattered at what I saw.

Then suddenly I feel Hobi oppa and Jiminie move slightly, bodies shifting and I think...this is it, the moment it's hit them how much of a shattered mess I am. This is it. But my negative fears fade when I realise, they've shifted slightly so someone else can come to sit between them, my body lifted slightly off the ground and then placed into a warm, firm lap. I can feel the warmth of their body radiating from their chest which is pressed tightly against my back. The arms that come to encircle me, I recognise those fingers so easily. The way their wrist is adorned with a few bracelets. Joonie oppa. I relax slightly, leaning backwards into the touch. One of the hands rise to gently card through my hair, content to wrap their fingers around my wavy locks.

Each touch is gentle and loving, all of it helping the gaping hole in my chest to slowly flood with a feeling of being utterly content. His hand comes to rest at the base of my head, hair brushed forward as he presses his lips to the back of my neck- lips that linger and burn my skin.

"Thank you for telling us baby. I know it wasn't easy. But we've got you. You're fine." Each word is spoken into the sensitive skin, sending shivers up my spine as his lips move to form the words.

I clutch desperately at the one hand that is still resting on my midriff, holding it like it's the only thing stopping me from being washed away in a torrid sea.

My fingers whiten slightly with how tightly I'm grasping at the fabric of his soft hoodie but I can't bear to let go, I don't want to let go.

"You've done so well, opening up. I know it wasn't easy." And each word fills me with a reassurance, brushing away the niggling concerns. I twist in his lap turning to face him, to see the honesty and sincerity lining each feature of his face, eyes warm and soft as he gazes down at me.

I look up at him, so moved by the sheer love that fills his eyes and his every fibre of being. He looks at me and sees me. Sees me for who I am and still wants me.

I don't stop the few tears that spill out of my eyes. I let them fall, not wanting to blink and miss a single shift in his expression.

His hands come up, long fingers wiping away the tears, thumbing under my eyes which flutter shut under his touch. I feel his lips brush against each shut eyelid, the warmth and pressure of them remaining even after he trails those lips down to kiss my cheeks which bunch up with giddiness and elation at the softness in his gesture. He's cradling my face between his hands still and my hands reach up to drift through the silky strands of his hair until finally his lips meet my own.

There's a small, low groan that escapes from his mouth when I tug his hair, pulling his head down to meet my own, but it is quickly swallowed in the way his lips begin to leisurely explore my own. His lips mould to mine, a plush pressure, as he tilts his head and I pull his bottom lip between my own, gently sucking it, enjoying the way he shudders slightly when I nip at it gently, immediately stroking over his lip with my tongue to soothe out the sting. My tongue moves slowly over his lip, carefully tracing it but then he growls into my mouth and then with an increased urgency, tugs my lip between his own, a sharp nip which he laves over with his tongue before delving it into my open mouth. There's a startled whimper that comes out of my mouth at the sudden action but he swallows it, deepening the kiss as he grazes my tongue with his own, slowly but surely exploring my mouth and claiming it with each deep stroke of his tongue. I kiss back desperately, body rising slightly to meet his mouth but one of his hands leave my face to squeeze my waist, holding me securely. He parts our lips, both of us panting slightly but he smiles at me, dimples popping, his eyes aren't blown wide open, they still possess fondness and love as he looks at me. I lean forward to press soft kisses to both dimples, feeling his smile widen when I do so.