"𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩" Mr Jeon's word lingered on my skin and ignited me.
The feeling that comes when you know the risks, when you know one move and everything would go downhill, yet you're ready to risk...
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One thing I was sure about that last night Jungkook didn't only fucked me to oblivion. He fucked my senses and my damn sleep.
After the exhaustion that screamed at every corner of my body, I thought I would be sleeping like a dead body.
Fact check: no dead body ever sleeps.
I woke up to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a gentle warmth over the room. Beside me laid Jungkook, his tousled hair framing his peaceful face as he slept soundly on his stomach.
Memories of last night flooded my mind, sending a rush of heat through my body. The passion, the intensity—it was almost overwhelming.
As I sat on the edge of the bed, my gaze wandered to the window, the world outside seemingly still and serene. Yet, inside, a storm of emotions brewed within me. Jungkook, my neighbour, my biology professor, my... something, who had slowly become my everything, yet the thin line of a boundary was keeping me on edge.
It was complicated, undefined. The question that hammered into my brain continuously, no matter how hard I tried to suppress it.
So what next? What are we?
We shared moments of intimacy that transcended any label, yet uncertainty lingered like a shadow.
But when I looked into his eyes, I saw sincerity, a depth of feeling that words could never fully capture. He was everything I wanted, everything I needed. One thing I knew he wouldn't be just fooling around me for a casual thing. Nothing between us ever felt casual. It was stronger than I could even imagine, creating a perfect balance of our emotions. And yet, the fear of ruining this delicate balance haunted me.
The side effects of past traumas always tend to ruin the present. And I would be damned if I let my fear of losing people around me destroy my relationship with Jungkook. I wouldn't let this happen.
I brushed my fingers through his soft curls, marvelling at his peaceful slumber. All those times when we slept together, he used to wake up before me. This was the first time I was watching him sleep. The peace of his features were evident from the fact that he had a nice sleep.
His nose, so perfectly cute, beckoned me closer, and I couldn't resist stealing a kiss from his cheeks then planting another kiss on his lips before settling back. But his grip on my wrist startled me followed by his raspy voice still in the remnant of sleep.
