Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

Euphoria

I'm still standing at the door, wide-eyed and confused, when he strolls in and removes his blazer, draping it over an armchair. Then he fishes out his phone and begins to scroll.

"Close the door," Jungkook instructs peering at me for just a second. I hadn't even realized I was still holding it open, too flustered by his presence.

I do as he says yet keep my distance. I don't know if he's here to cuss me out or what.

"What are you doing here, JK?"

He doesn't answer at first. He simply presses a button on his phone, filling the space with soft, beautifully haunting music. It's a song that's familiar. A song I've thought about every day since I came back from the hospital. It's Euphoria, but the version Jungkook sang for me as he held me to his chest protectively until I fell asleep. He recorded it, just as I suggested.

He sets his phone on the nightstand and then turns to me.

"I thought you weren't speaking to me," I rasp as he closes the distance between us.

"I'm not speaking to you. I'm dancing with you."

He draws me close to bring my hands up to rest on his shoulders then wounds his own around my waist, smothering my apprehension with his intoxicating scent. Jungkook doesn't wear cologne often, and when he does, he sticks to light fragrances. Tonight, he's wearing something almost floral and it smells amazing with his natural scent.

He slowly begins to rock us side to side while gazing down at me, his expression indecipherable.

"You really came to my room to dance with me?"

He nods. "You didn't tonight because of us. That's unfair."

I shrug. "Would you have danced with me if I asked you to?"

He nods again. "If I could tell people about us."

"Is there...is there still an us?" I ask. My heart is beating out of my chest.

Jungkook frowns. "Why would you ask that?"

"Because...you're angry at me. You wouldn't talk to me. I thought you didn't want to see me anymore."

He pulls me closer so that our bodies are flush together and I have no choice but to hook my hands around his neck.

"I wasn't mad at you. I was...scared."

"Scared? Why?" Just hearing him say that makes my chest ache.

"When we were in Japan and we heard what happened..." He swallows, unable to fully conjure the painful memory. "I thought we lost you. I thought I lost you. And when you wanted to run away, it felt like that again. Like losing you. And I don't think I can do that again. I won't. I told you that I could never see anyone before. And then...I saw you. And you wanted to leave me?"

Unable to deny myself the feel of his skin, I place a hand along his jaw. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you and I never want to do that again. I just thought...I thought that once you all found out what I did, you'd be angry. I thought that you'd realize that I'm not good enough for you and you wouldn't want me anymore."

His brow furrows through the long layers of hair. "How can you say that? Noona...all I want is you."

I brush the hair from his face so he can clearly see the conviction shining in my eyes. "Then have me."

Jungkook wastes no time crushing his lips to mine. It's only been a couple of days but he acts as if he hasn't kissed me in years. As if he's painting me the story of all his fear and pain and frustration through the hungry strokes of his tongue. His hands explore my back then dip down lower to fervently grasp my ass. I'm just as eager as I knead the taut muscle of his shoulders and arms through his shirt. His lips are soft and his tongue is sweet, yet his frame is hard as stone as pulls me in closer, letting me feel the fierceness of his longing. I want him. I want him so bad I can barely drink him in deep enough. And his body is telling me he wants me too.