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Chapter 14 - Wrong move

Jungkook invited you to dinner. He was very mysterious. He just told you, that he wanted to talk to you about something very important.
Somewhere, deep down, you were quietly hoping that maybe you could finally get a label for your relation. Even though, the feeling between you two was actually enough.

You spent literally hours getting ready. You wanted to look like a straight from the catwalk for him. You did your hair four times, each time the effect was the same: you started over. You finally let your hair down naturally, giving up after tiring trials.
Tonight was the perfect occasion to put on that dress you managed to buy, when you were alone out shopping. It was tight and defiant ... but you won't have a better chance, besides, if someone is going to see you in this dress, it's just him.
You just realized, that you surrendered to him with everything, although you still didn't know what really is between you, you knew perfectly well, that you are already fully his.

Your heels clicked loudly as you walked these few meters, that separated your apartments. You weren't so sure if it was the high heels, that were knocking that way, or if your heart was going crazy and clicking some romantic melodies. But one thing you were sure of - you were trembling and it wasn't because of cold.

The door to his apartment opened after the first knock.
When he stepped in the doorway, your lips parted in slight surprise. He has always been handsome, but today is the first time you saw him like this. Dressed as if he was going to some awards show. In an elegant shirt, with one rose in his fingers, which he immediately pointed towards you. The rolled up sleeves revealed his tattooed arms, which made it hard to tear your eyes away.

"YN...come in, please" his melodious voice soothed all the stress instantly. You walked into his apartment and he immediately led you to the patio.
You expected the dinner to be special, but you did not expect it to take you to a fairy tale, and the prince would be standing right behind you.
He put his chin on your shoulder, his hands wrapped around your waist. You closed your eyes for a moment, but it didn't last long, because the décor he prepared for you tempted you too much.

You looked around in awe. The place was magical. Jungkook filled most of the patio with flowers. They were in every corner, wrapped around the balustrade, and they were also in a vase on the table. Candles, which also stood in many places, just added to the atmosphere. He even hung a string of lights over your heads. It was so beautiful here, that you lacked words of praise.
In the centre of the room stood a table, on which he placed dinner. When he showed you the place where you were supposed to sit, he pushed the chair back for you and filled your glass with red wine, for a moment you felt like the heroine of the romantic movies you liked to watch such much. It was all so wonderful, you were afraid it was just a dream.

"Did you prepare it all by yourself?" you asked, still amazed. "This is so beautiful ..." you added looking around. You were looking everywhere but at him. And he, as if enchanted, did not take his eyes off you.

"You're right, so beautiful," he whispered, fiddling nervously with the piercing in his lip.
You intimidated him. For many reasons. First, the whole situation - the feelings that he had for you and that you gave him - were completely new to him. Secondly, in this dress you looked like a goddess, who appeared at his doorstep, and since his gaze landed on you, he only thought, that he would like to worship your body.
Third, the reason he invited you here today ... it was a confession evening. He risked a lot, he could lose everything.

"What is so important you wanted to talk to me about today?" you asked reaching for a wine glass. While you took a small sip from it, Jungkook, surprised by the sudden acceleration of this conversation, drank almost half of his.
You noticed very quickly, that he was nervous because of something. You reached out to him and ran your fingertips over his palm.
You wanted him to feel confident and at ease in your presence. You had no idea, what fight he was fighting inside, what demons he was facing.
"Kookie?"