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12 |TWELVE|열두

TAEHYUNG

Watching the crowd in awe, taking in little details of the faces, eyes full of love and adoration directed towards us, observing the way their hairs moved along with their bodies, moving with musical beats, hands swaying in air, with Army bombs illuminating beautiful colors creating purple ocean.

My heart thumped loudly against my chest, as I managed to read little details of those beaming faces, moles that crowned their faces, dimples which charmed their personalities, blooming with infinite love for the ones who always stayed.

Thousands of voices of high, low pitches becoming one for the sake of those rhythms that bonded us all together, bringing aching souls under the same roof for one night, who found rest in one another, looking for the same escape, notes of the music tying the strings of thousands of hearts together, stitching wounds of tired and pained souls, which seek happiness.

Loud cheers erupted within the vast stadium, as Joon Hyung started to speak, and a smile stretched over my face, noticing their teary smiles, painting those beautiful faces, which glowed like stars in the dark night, lighting up our universe.

My own heart aching at the thought of parting ways, the anticipation of day, with reoccurring issues within the practices, company, facing several fails, arguments, disagreements we came to this, making memories, getting these moments laced with our own existence, filing them as another highlight of our immortal lives.

With each and every one of them a sense of belonging tied, just the way these heartbeats were our own, the way each one of them were our own, people who we never met, people who, we will probably never see again were our own to take care of, our own to cherish.

As this ARMY is our family, one we reach out to, in our own pain, finding peace, family which stands for us in every situation, a family I couldn't get enough of, a family I couldn't stop living for, and the moment we all somehow part ways, hearts aching with enormous love, fireworks lighting the sky with music in background creating a dreamy atmosphere.

And my heart blooms with pride as they don't stop, keep their heads high, voicing our names loud, with love in their hearts, as if saying goodbye for now with another meeting destined.

With one last look at the people who were slowly leaving the arena with smiles plastered to their faces, joy stitched to each and every gesture as they talked about their after plans, giggles and chuckles lighting up the atmosphere in the drunk night, I sighed, looking at them my heart somehow went back to the past few days recalling the hustle, and I couldn't help but think-

Will they love me the same if they knew what I did?

"Hyung" hearing his voice, I turned around, worry glimmering in his dark orbs, smiling at him I tried to assure my mate, that things were all right and if not-

Then I'll make it right.

Jungkook gasped as I ran my hands over his unclothed chest, breathing ragged with anticipation, eyes closed and face flushed, as I leaned in, breathing in our proximity, tracing his skin with my fingertips, reminding myself that he's mine and no matter what he'll be always mine.

Caressing his soft lips with my own, trying to paint him over and again in my skin, his hands pulling me close, bodies flush against each other, slightly caressing the clothed unclothed all at once, an unknown war going on with each tug, with each caress of his skin over mine, I felt fire within me growing asking for more and more.

'Your Mate is the break of triad'

Familiar words ringed loudly in my head, making me growl, against his feverish skin, pushing him against the door, my hands tightening around his waist, thighs flush against him, feeling him grow under me, I growled loudly, the smell of his arousal, driving me crazy.