standing next to you

8

As the night deepened, the room grew still, the only sound the soft murmur of their breaths. Seokjin and Jungkook lay close, feeling each other’s warmth radiate in the quiet, intimate space between them. Seokjin’s fingertips glided gently along Jungkook’s cheek, memorizing every curve, every subtle line. He leaned in, breathing in the faint, familiar scent of Jungkook—something warm and comforting, like home.

Jungkook’s hand rested on Seokjin’s chest, feeling the strong, steady beat of his heart beneath his touch. His fingers splayed, sensing the warmth of Seokjin’s skin, each beat echoing the love between them. When Seokjin moved closer, Jungkook shivered as his warm breath brushed his neck, leaving a trail of tingling anticipation in its wake. Seokjin’s hand traced down his arm, slowly, as if savoring every inch, and Jungkook’s skin seemed to come alive under his touch.

Seokjin’s lips found his again, gentle at first, then deeper, more intense, their mouths moving together as though they were discovering each other all over again. The kiss was slow and warm, filled with a passion that grew with each passing second, making Jungkook feel as if the world around them was fading away. Seokjin’s hand slipped to the nape of Jungkook’s neck, pulling him even closer, deepening their connection until he felt completely enveloped by Seokjin’s presence.

Jungkook’s hands traveled down Seokjin’s back, feeling the strength and warmth beneath his fingertips. He felt Seokjin’s breath hitch when he pressed closer, his hands now holding Seokjin as though he was afraid to let go. The sensation of Seokjin’s skin against his was overwhelming, every touch, every caress seeming to leave a lasting imprint, a memory he could carry with him when Seokjin left.

They moved slowly, savoring each moment, each touch, exploring the quiet intimacy between them. Seokjin’s fingers slipped into Jungkook’s hair, his touch tender, his breaths warm against Jungkook’s neck as he whispered, “I’ll remember this, every second of it. When I’m away, I’ll hold on to this night.”

Jungkook closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of Seokjin’s hand against his heart. “Then I’ll be waiting here, Jin. I’ll wait for you every day, counting down until I can feel you like this again.”

They lay together, completely wrapped up in each other, the soft whispers of love and quiet promises filling the space. Seokjin pressed gentle kisses along Jungkook’s jaw, his lips trailing down his neck, feeling the tremor in Jungkook’s breath as he sighed, holding on to Seokjin as though he were a lifeline.

The night stretched on, each moment, each touch growing softer yet more intense. They held each other as though they were the only two people in the world, letting their love fill the silence, making it a memory they could both carry in their hearts. Seokjin rested his forehead against Jungkook’s, his hand cradling his cheek, his thumb brushing gently over his skin.

“I’ll come back to you, Jungkook,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “No matter what, I promise. This—us—it’s worth everything.”

Jungkook’s hand found Seokjin’s, their fingers intertwining as he brought it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to each fingertip. “Then I’ll be here, waiting. You’re my heart, Jin. No distance can change that.”

As dawn’s first light crept into the room, they held each other close, bodies still entwined, feeling the warmth of their shared love as the new day began. Their hearts beat as one, their promises binding them together, filling the space between them with a quiet, unbreakable bond. The light from the early morning softened the room, casting a gentle glow over their resting faces, each reflecting the depth of what they had shared through the night. Seokjin’s hand moved to brush back a strand of hair from Jungkook’s forehead, his touch feather-light, as if he was committing every detail to memory before the day demanded they part.