Little Flower

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"I wanna love me, the way that you love me!" ~ pov [Ariana Grande]

Three days.

It's been three days since Rosie had last seen or heard from Jungkook. She's left countless voicemails, most of them through tears or broken whimpers, and texted him over and over again. But all she could get were texts from Jimin reassuring her that he was fine and that she would see him soon.

Rosie looks down at her tea with a sigh, stirring it with her spoon absentmindedly. The siblings were currently at a restaurant for dinner after visiting an art museum that Taehyung had wanted to go to, and her thoughts were getting clogged with moments of the ravenette again.

"I have to use the restroom," Taehyung says, jabbing his thumb behind him.

Rosie nods at him before returning her gaze to her tea. She felt bad for being so down, especially since the trip had been absolutely wonderful so far. It's just that her mind kept coming back to one person.

"Bonjour, ma belle. Je peux m'asseoir avec toi?"

Rosie's head snaps up in surprise and her breath hitches. She stares at the man sitting in Taehyung's original seat and blinks a few times to make sure he was there before scrambling out of her seat and launching herself at him, a sob escaping her mouth as his arms wrap around her tightly.

"I missed you," he sighs, holding her closer and pressing his lips to the side of her head.

"Jungkook," she cries, pulling back and looking at him through a blur of tears before smashing her lips onto his.

She didn't care that they were in a restaurant, or that people were most likely looking their way in disgust. She missed him, just as much as he did her.

They kissed like the other one would disappear right in front of them, touching each other to make sure that they were actually there and this wasn't some cheated dream.

"You're here?" she asks in disbelief, curling her fingers into his shirt.

"I'm here, baby," he reassures her, cupping her cheek in his hand.

Rosie sniffles, pressing her forehead to his as his hands stroke up and down her back.

"Wait, where did Taehyung go?" she mumbles, but she made no effort to move away from her position.

"Oh, um..." Jungkook smiles sheepishly, clearing his throat. "I actually texted him and let him know I was surprising you. He went back to his hotel room to give us privacy."

A beat of silence passed before she sat up and swatted at his shoulder, causing the ravenette to wince.

"You didn't text me for three days!" she whines, pouting when her wrist got caught in Jungkook's hand, keeping her from slapping him again. "I was so worried, Jeon Jungkook!"

"I know, baby, I'm sorry," he laughs nervously, taking her knuckles to his mouth to press a kiss.

Rosie's annoyance quickly melted away with a few of his kisses, especially when Jungkook said he was staying with her the entirety of the trip. Only then did she let him drag her out of the restaurant and take her around town, quite a few kisses shared between them as the night grew nearer.

"Jungkook," she whines playfully when he covers her eyes with his hands.

"Trust me," he chuckles quietly, using his pelvis to bump her ass forward.

"Jungkook!" she blushes, but she couldn't help but giggle at his silly behavior as they walked forward.

They walked for a bit until Jungkook used one hand to squeeze her hip, letting her know to stop. He dropped his hands and she blinked a few times before her eyes caught it, and she gasped.

"You took me to the Eiffel tower?" she exclaims, spinning around with a wide smile.

"I did," he smiles, snaking an arm around her waist to pull her closer.

The couple held each other close as they began swaying slowly under the twinkling lights of the tower. It was probably one of the most romantic nights of Rosie's life, dancing underneath the pale moonlight with the boy of her dreams, lost in the charm of Paris.

Jungkook's cheek rested on her head as they swayed slowly, and he wondered if she could hear how fast his heart was beating. His mind was replaying every little moment he had with her, from their first meeting when she stumbled into him like a clutz to their first time making love. From looking at each other shyly to spilling their dark secrets into the other one's healing hands.

"Rosie," he says quietly, and she hums, pulling back only slightly to look at him. Jungkook could've swore he saw stars in her eyes, or love, or maybe both. He didn't realize he was holding his breath until her fingers slid into the hair on the nape of his neck, and he let out a long sigh as he squeezed her hip.

"J-"

"I love you."

Rosie's face morphed into one of shock, her fingers tightening in his hair and her cheeks filling with red that surely wasn't there due to the cold of the night.

"I love you, too."

Jungkook sighs in relief and bends down, pressing their lips together in a kiss that felt simply euphoric. Love was such a powerful word, and many people threw it around carelessly, but when you actually felt it with someone, it hit you 100 times harder.

"I'm in love with you," he mumbles against her lips. "I love you. Je t'aime. Te amo."

Rosie giggles against his mouth and wonders just how many languages the love of her life actually knows as he continues to say them against her lips, sealing each one with a kiss.

"I love you," she repeats, wrapping her arms around his middle.

Jungkook smiles widely, his nose scrunching slightly and his ears turning pink. He didn't know it was possible to feel this happy before, didn't know it was possible to feel love that was this powerful.

Rosie shrieks when Jungkook suddenly picks her up in bridal style, her arms naturally falling around his neck as he walks towards the bus station with determined steps.

"Where are we going?" she giggles against his collarbone.

"My room," he smirks.

"But what about Taehyung?"

Jungkook lets out a groan and pats her ass, and when she looked up at him in question, he kissed her hard on the mouth. He continued to do so until she was practically a puddle in his arms, and he sucked on her lower lip for extra measure before pulling away.

"For the rest of the night, no more talking about your brother," he huffs, and the blushing girl nods as she hides away in his chest, going with him obediently towards his room for the night.

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translation of jungkook's french: hello, my beautiful. can i sit with you?

thanks for reading :) 💗