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What's mine is mine.

I stared openly with a huge grin on my face. We were to land within the next one hour, and this baby boy was still sleeping, his hair all over his face, his lips parted slightly, silent snores could be heard. It was already ten in the morning, but well, it was a Sunday. The bed sunk down under my weight as I sat in the space on the edge of the bed.

Last night, I couldn't brush off the way my heart fluttered when he gazed deep in my eyes, as if he were conversing with them, and whispered a silent yet determined 'okay'. Soon after, I had fallen asleep right on his shoulder due to tiredness and today morning, I found myself in my own bed, and since then, have been been in this teenage lob giddy mood.

As much as I had tried to deny the earlier feelings which I felt since the first time I met him, I can't anymore.

I thought it was all because of the hatred I felt for that women he claimed to love. I justified him only as a fascination. But he was far from it. He had caught my eye, since the first day. No matter however much he hated me, badmouthed me, told things that would always carve a deeper hole in my shattered heart, he had owned it before I had even realised it.

I stared at him. He turned to the side, where I sat, causing his cheek to be pressed against the pillow and fluff out a bit.

Just like his did.

His lips pouted, those cherry red lips looking like a real fruit.

Just like his did.

His nose was a bit longer and slightly thicker than necessary, but that was an endearing part of his features.

Just like his did.

He would occasionally sniff and scrunch his face.

Just like he did.

He was just him.

And now that I think, he is him.

He is him, but he isn't.

He is him for whom I fell, yet, he isn't..?

He is the Kim Taehyung with whom I had dreamt of spending my life with. The Kim Taehyung who always used to be shy yet outward. Cold to me, cheerful to the least extent yet the opposite to all, at times made me question if he was even the same person with me.

But, here he is Jeon Jungkook.

He couldn't be Kim Taehyung. He would never be him.

Because Jungkook had a heart. Hidden but it was there.

But he, had a stone in its place.

A knock could be heard , followed by Amelia's voice, causing me to look towards the closed door. "Ma'am, we will reach Texas in the next forty-five minutes."

"Okay." I replied back and turned back to look at the sleeping man. Guiding my hands to his face, I softly caressed it. Like I used to do to him. I chuckled at how his face scrunched, his brows kissing each other while he mumbled something under his breath. I bop his nose once, and earned a slight groan from him. Silently laughing, I repeated my actions and he would groan and twist and turn. He even tried to remove my hand, well, I find this too fun to let go.

A familiar song found it's way through my tongue, as I played with his hair now while supporting my weight on my other elbow.

🎶Will you stay by my side
Will you promise me
If I let go of your hand, you’ll fly away and break
I’m scared scared scared of that