"When you make someone fall in love with your darkest parts of you, there is nothing you can do to scare them away. They will be yours forever because they already love all fucked up bits and pieces of you."
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A/N

Can't believe we're at the end, tbh. I have heavy heart as I write this chapter. I'll miss this book so damn much. But here it is, a nice ending Hanakook deserves.

Enjoy!

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"Stay still," I tell Jungkook as I slowly glide the razor down his chin after I'm done with his jaws.

I've never shaved a man before though this was entirely my idea. I sometimes cut my own self when I'm shaving my body so I'm being extra careful with him. Wouldn't want his extremely handsome face to get an appearance of another tiny nick, when he already has a few healing ones.

He hums and looks down at me, with those dark and sharp eyes of his.

I'm sitting on the counter in the bathroom of my room. Jungkook's hands are both kept on either sides of mine. He has taken his heavy coat off and is only in his hoodie and the black jeans. Such basic fit and he still looks hot. More than ever, now that he's with me. Finally.

I'm sitting with my legs wide apart so that he can stand in between them.

It's been more than an hour since I came back. We did make the snowman but couldn't really complete it when it started snowing. I didn't think it would snow tonight but it is, apparently.

My snowman is standing out there headless but I don't complain, because I know that I can make it again with him.

He's here with me, always.
No rush.

Jungkook suggested that we should keep making the snowman because the snowfall wasn't heavy but as much as I love winters and snow, my body can't survive the sudden temperature drop when it snows. I'd rather stay inside.

Warm and safe with him.

So after our unsuccessful attempt of making a snowman, we rushed inside and came face to face with Patricia. Her eyes were wide as UFOs as she looked at us. Together.

She was about to leave to her cottage, not wanting to get late in case the snowfall increases. And we told her that she can leave.

Although she was very surprised to see us, she left the mansion with a huge smile.

So right now, it's just me and Jungkook in here— Well there's Maria too, who's sleeping in her bed in living room which is on the ground floor.

It's silent in the bathroom. The only noise is of the razor, slicing through the shaving cream and cutting the tiny stubble of his chin. He's suddenly too close to me and my body feels hot.

My focus is on his chin, I'm very careful, and his focus is on my face too. Even though I'm not looking into his eyes, I know where he's looking and it's enough to make me feel something in my stomach.

I can feel his breath on my hair, his hands slightly touching the sides of my thighs and I can see his chest rise and fall evenly.

I chew on my lip as I complete my task.

I look at his mouth. His delicious mouth. Pink and soft, I have the urge to lick his lips, to have them on me and to bite on them. I didn't care about that stubble, to be honest. It gave him a very rugged look, very rough, uneven but it intimidated me too.

I didn't know how to get close to him after whatever happened, so I suggested this.

"All done," I whisper then look up into his eyes.

He's already looking into mine.

He smiles then lifts his gaze up to look at himself into the mirror. He grabs the towel from the counter and wipes his mouth clean and the surrounding area. I carefully watch him do it all.

"You did great, baby," he compliments.

If it's physically possible to melt like snow into a puddle of water, I'd be that right now.

I smile, "Thanks."

He looks down at me again, his eyes looking darker than before. My lips part. It's so crazy how suddenly I feel this tingling inside my stomach when till previous few hours, I was all planned to leave him.

I was so wrong, so stupid.

Jungkook is right. I was brainwashed in a way. I wasn't really looking at what we have. I was looking at what people around me were showing, only listening to them.

I believed Jae Sung, Michael, Owen and my own father more than I believed in us. In my heart and my soul.

All because of that, I was about to do something that would've made it so unsettling for me. I thank Patricia and mom for making me realise, really. I do wish I had listened to Jungkook that day. I would've saved me all that mental pressure.

"Never do things that makes you feel wrong."

I stick by it. Right now, in this silence where Jungkook is looking at me and I'm looking at him, I feel so right. I can imagine spending my whole life here with him, away from everything. Just me and him, and it feels so right. Like this is what's right, what's supposed to happen.

Like this is what's meant for us.

I know together, we can be each other's strength.

Jungkook's eyes bore into mine as he leans in to kiss my forehead. It wasn't a peck, really. It stayed there for a moment that was long enough to make my heart flutter and the pit of my stomach sinking.

"Can I ask you something?" I ask, all breathy.

He starts caressing my hair as he pulls away to have his gaze again on my face.

"You never need to ask, baby," he says.

I gulp. Yeah, that's right.

"If I had left tonight, would you have come behind me? To France?" I ask.

"Honestly?" he asks.

I smile, his fingers playing with the tips of my hair on my back.

I nod.

"There isn't a place where I wouldn't follow you to, my peach. It's great that you saved both of us the time by running back into my arms. I've forced you to be mine before, I'd do it again, though carefully this time," he tells me.

Flashbacks of few days back invade my mind. My heart pangs at what happened, how I treated him, and even myself.

" Don't you get tired of this? Of me? " I ask.

" Why would I be tired of my girlfriend? "he asks, eyebrows pinching.

I flush slightly before again speaking.

" What if I end up pushing you away again? With a weapon in my hand, pointing at you, what if I end up hurting you? "

He studies my expression. His hand gently touches my cheek. It's like he can't get enough of me, enough of touching me. He's been aching for it, hell, I've been aching too. The warmness of his palm feels so damn good, it hurts to  think that I even thought I'd find something better than this.

"Then I'll let you hit me, point a knife at me hundreds of time if that's what you want to do. I'll let you scream. Let you run, "  he says.

His voice drops—low, rough, unshakable. 

"But I’ll still be there when you come back. Always waiting. Because you don’t just belong to me…I belong to you too."

I smile, my eyes glistening.

"I'm sorry for what I did that day," I apologize for nth time.

No amount of sorry's can make me feel better, really. It's more than hurting him, it's more than saying those hurtful things. I pointed the knife at him and I didn't even see him flinch. He was ready to take it for me if that meant I'd listen to him.

And then I cut them right when he was about to confess his feelings to me.

"If you're going to use that mouth to apologize again and again, I might need to give it something else to work on," he says.

I chuckle, "Is that so?"

"You doubt me, my peach?" he asks, inching even closer, his arms encircling my waist.

Now that our bodies are way closer, I feel way hotter inside. Heat rushes down to my core and suddenly I become hyperaware of his presence in front of me, around me.

My limp arms move up to hold his biceps, feeling them hard under my touch. Despite his weight loss due to the injuries, he still feels taut. My hands still find it difficult to encircle around his big biceps. And it's fucking hot.

"Well, I think you're all talks," I say.

"And that's where I'd love to prove you wrong, Kim Hana," he says and then he's leaning in.

My breathe catches in my throat, my thought becomes mushy and my heart is beating like loud ass drums behind my ribs. My legs feel jittery and oh, I'm getting so wet.

His lips just hover above mine. If I talk a little, I'll be touching him. He's such a fucking tease but I ain't backing out either. I'm suddenly such a submissive when I'm with him.

" That day..., " I gulp, my lips touching him the slightest.

A shiver runs down my spine, my hands clutching his biceps for dear life. I feel all jittery like I've never touched him before, like I haven't kissed every part of his and like I've never felt him so deep inside me that I feel him in my guts.

It's new right now because it's after long fight of push and pull. It's a final declaration of the end of the war. The peace accord that we've signed in this old mansion, all warm and strong with our guards down. I don't know who won but as we're together, I think it's  both of us.

"That day when you were here, before I blacked out, I threw the knife your way because I was scared of what you were about to confess to me. I knew I wouldn't be able to leave if I heard you say it," I tell him, my eyes looking down at his chest.

"Did it make you stay?" he asks, his voice hoarse, raspy. I bet if I touch him, I'd find his stone hard.

"You didn't even say it," I shrug.

He chuckles, darkly.

"Smart little lioness," he says and I look up into his eyes.

He cups both my cheeks, my lips puckering out, eyes wide as saucers and his hair tingling my forehead.

He looks with longing lovingness at my face. My heart beats loud to hear what he has to say and  when he would, I  might just feel my heart exploding.

He took a deep breath, his expression serious now.

"I love you, Hana. I've always loved you, truly," he confesses.

Fuck, my heart is about to explode, yes.

He stared into my eyes, his gaze serious and sincere, the possessive glint in his eyes slowly turning into something vulnerable and real.

"I can't even begin to explain how much you mean to me. You drive me crazy, really," he scoffs, "But I can't imagine my life without you. I need you. I know I'm possessive and demanding... but I'm like that because I love you so damn much."

That's the most Jungkook love confession I could ever imagine.

I smile at him. My hands travel from his biceps to his hands which are holding my cheeks. Once I reach there, his hands leave my cheeks and hold my desperate cold trembling hands.

His hand look huge in my smaller ones. I look at them before intertwining my fingers with his. I look at both of our joined hands, looking like a perfect match before I speak, not wanting to keep him waiting.

"I love you, too," I confess.

His body stiffens at my words, as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard right. Then—like a storm breaking—he crushes himself all against me. His eyes catch that dark glint in them. His one hand locks around my waist.

"Say it again, " he says.

His voice was rough, almost desperate. Not a demand. A plea.

"I love you, too, Jungkook," I confess again, thousands of butterflies leaping in my stomach.

At those words, he broke. All his careful control—gone. All the time, the patience, the gentle behavior suddenly gone and I see the glimpse of Jungkook who fights the world for me. He buries his head in my neck and my eyes suddenly roll back.

I throw my head back, giving him access to my neck as he bites me gently. I wince, my hands go to his nape, holding his hair, putting pressure on his roots.

Fuck, I missed this. I missed him. I missed the predator inside him.

I can hear his ragged breaths and a ragged voice escaping.

"Again. Say it again."

I smile, my head spinning. He's driving me crazy already.

"I love you so much, Jungkook," I moan his name.

His other hand goes to my head, gripping my hair. As I wrap my arms around him, he  grips me tighter, his body almost shaking as if holding himself back. His voice is hoarse with an almost animalistic need.

"I'm going crazy, darling. Didn't know I'd have addiction to those three words coming out of your mouth," he whispers near my neck.

I don't know what to respond, my mind too foggy. I chuckle at his desperation.

He finally lifts his head, eyes dark and fierce with emotion, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

" You're lucky you're so damn cute when you laugh," he tells me.

He pulls me in, pressing his forehead to mine. His thumb comes up to caress my lower lip.

"I love you, Kim Hana. More than I should. More than is safe," he confesses yet again.

It feels like euphoria, everytime he says it.

"Is that so?" I ask, breathless.

He lets out a low growl, his hand cupping my chin, bringing my face even closer. His gaze is heated and needy, and so is mine.

"It is so. You own me, baby. You drive me crazy and I can't control myself around you. Everything I do, every move I make, is for you. You're all I think about," his words, all these sweets words almost feel like dream.

Regret again fills me. How could I not see this? How could I not feel it then?

Tears sting my eyes and I can see Jungkook noticing. He presses his forehead to mine, thumb brushing away a tear before it could fall. 

"Shh. Don't. I know why you did it. You were scared... and so was I," His voice drops, raw and quiet, "But don't ever think you can run far enough to lose me. You're stuck with me, peach."

I sniffle.

His eyes darkens with determination, his hand gripping mine.

"Wherever you go, I go. I'll chase you to hell and back. You're mine. Don't forget that. Ever," he reaffirms for thousandth time.

"And you're mine," I tell him, my tears getting soaked in.

He grip on my chin softly, possessiveness flaring up again.

"Damn right, I'm yours. And I never plan on letting you go. You're mine. Always."

I giggle and then lean in to peck his lips softly, breaking the war of tension. Well, I lost but it's worth it.

I lean back from the brief peck and my man here doesn't seem like this was enough.

It's just a second of taking a tiny breath in when he holds my throat. I gasp, jump a little on my seat even at the sudden action. Next moment, he leans in and his lips are on mine.

His soft, plump and desperate lips are on mine.

He captures my lips in a deep, possessive kiss—one that steals my breath and leaves no room for doubt. His hand fists in my hair, tilting my head back as he claims me with bruising intensity. 

"Mine," he growls against my mouth between kisses. "Always."

"Yours," I whisper back.

He's relentless. His tongue invades my mouth and I taste him finally. I moan out and I hear a low growl from the back of his throat. My hands are all tangled up in his hair. His tongue fights with mine, his saliva mixes with mine inside my mouth. My head feels lightheaded but his grip on my hair keeps me in place.

His other hand is roaming all over my covered body. Fuck, how I wish to get rid of these clothes and feel him touch my skin, leaving no part of me untouched.

I want him to remind me, to brand it into my very soul, who I belong to.

His lips move from my mouth to my jaw, then to neck leaving small open mouthed kisses on my burning hot skin. My eyes roll back, the weight of his head in my hands feeling too much.

I'm losing my mind already.

"You're mine," he whispers again, his voice rough, as he nips at my skin, marking me with a hickey.

"Every. Damn. Inch." he says between his sloppy, open mouthed kisses on my neck.

He comes back up to my mouth again. His kisses turn more frantic, fast. It's hard to keep up. He deepens the kiss even more, his tongue delving into my mouth in a possessive, claiming invasion. His hand moves to my hip and  tightens, pulling me flush against him.

I gasp as I collide with his groin. I can feel him hard through his jeans and mine. Fuck, I want him so bad.

I wrap my legs around him, pulling him into me. I might as well be pushing my core against his for some friction but I don't care if I look desperate.

I want him inside me and I know he wants to devour me, to drown me in the intensity of his need and desire.

"Damnit, I can't get enough of you," he growls against my mouth, "You're like a goddamn addiction, you know that?"

I'm panting as he pulls away. A string of saliva joins us for a second before breaking. His lips glisten with our saliva mixed, so must be mine. Both of our lips are swollen already.

"And you're mine," I tell him, moving against him on the bathroom counter.

He grunts low again, possessive, feral, loving the way I echo his words. His hand on my hips tightens slightly, keeping me pinned against him, while he moves to kiss down on my lips again for a second.

"Damn right, I am," he murmurs, his lips leaving a trail of hot kisses, nipping and biting occasionally. "All yours, my peach. Every damn part of me."

His both hands grip me tightly as he helps me up from the counter. I encircle his neck with my arms and his waist with my legs. His one hand goes down to my ass, holding me up as he walks back, away from the counter.

He smirks at me, utterly lost in his desire for me. He captures my lips again, this time in a series of hot, hungry kisses. He walks us out of the walk in bathroom slowly with no rush like he has all the time for me.

"Can't get enough of you. Ever," he moans into my mouth.

As he walks us leisurely to the bed, he helps me get out of my jacket then my hot sweatshirt underneath. Once I'm in my bra, I get his big hoodie out of my way too.

I run my hands down his bare torso all the while kissing him. I feel his hard muscles flex under my touch, his rugged healing scars and bruises visible. I can't wait to kiss each one of them.

When we reach the bed, he lowers me down as he hovers me. When he stops kissing me this time, my Jaws start hurting already. This is the pain I'd live  with forever if I get to kiss him all the time.

"Say  you're mine," he demands.

He sits up a little to take my shoes off and then unbuttons my jeans as I watch him with panting breath and hammering heart.

"I'm yours," I tell him, again, and I don't mind saying it thousand times.

He hums in satisfaction, his hands tightening on the waistband of my jeans. I one swift motion, he has them lowered down to leave me in nothing but my bra and panties.

His rough touch, sure as hell, roams on my warm skin, making it as hot as lava now. His touch flares goosebumps every where it goes from my legs to thighs to hips to my stomach until it reaches my covered breasts.

My nipples harden and they ache to be touched. I arch against his touch. Jungkook keeps looking at my squirming desperate body when one of his hands goes to my back to unhook my bra and take it off too.

Once my breasts are free, my cheeks redden even more to be in his hundred percent attention.

He moves up and leans in as he claims my lips in a deep, hungry kiss again. His tongue tangled with mine, rough and possessive, like he was memorizing every inch of me all over again.

"Good girl," he breaths against my mouth, "Now let me show you exactly what happens to mine."

His kiss became rougher, hungrier, his touch possessive and demanding as he took control once again. His breath was hot against my skin, his moans low and deep as he lost himself in me.

Then slowly he moves down to kiss my chest, the valley between my breasts before he reach my one breast and his hot breath fans over my sensitive nipple.

My legs hike up, trapping him between my body as the tension increases. Slick pools down into my panties.

The moment his mouth captures my hard nipple, I arch into his mouth.

"Oh Jungkook...,"i moan his name, biting my hand.

" Let me hear you scream, baby. I want to hear all of you, "he says and his one hand squeezes my other breast.

His mouth engulfs my peaked bud again and I almost see stars again. I squirm on bed as his tongue does wonders, flipping the swollen bud at a speed fast enough to drive me crazy as hell.

My head rolls back, my hair sprawled out everywhere. His hand pinches my other other nipple and I choke on my breath.

Too fucking much.

"Missed your taste, my peach," he says, leaving my nipple and then giving it a kitten lick.

I whine like a child.

"Missed how you get so pathetically sensitive under me," he says and gives my nipple a final suck before moving down.

His hand continues playing with my breast as his mouth lowers down to trail kisses on my stomach. He hums with every kiss, low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. His lips continue their path down my body, stopping just above my panties' waistline. His hands grips my hips tightly, holding me in place because of how much I'm squirming, as he looks up at me with an expression that is both possessive and needy.

"So goddamn gorgeous," he murmurs, "And you're all mine. Mine to touch. Mine to mark. Mine to taste."

He licks the skin just above the waistline of my panties.

I gasp, "Yes, fuck, yes."

He smirks in satisfaction. He leans down, his hands slowly moving lower until they reaches the waistband of my panties. His fingers toys along the edge, teasing me and making me squirm under him even more.

He's such a fucking tease.

"Don't move, darling. I'm not done with you yet," he leans down, his breath hot against my stomach as his mouth replaces his fingers, lips pressing light kisses along the edge of my panties.

I moan and then feel his mouth lowering. I look down at him and I see his filthy eyes looking up at me as he grips the hem of my lace panties with his teeth. I watch him as he pulls them down.

My mouth goes dry at the sight of him. I lift my ass up a little so that I can help him slide them down my legs.

In less than a second, I'm fully naked in front of him.

He discards the wet piece of cloth and hovers over my legs again. His large hands grips my knees and then pulls them apart.

I watch him look down at my glistening pussy. I can see the glint in his eyes.

"Always so wet for me," he murmurs, satisfied.

I close my eyes, sudden rush of embarrassment taking me. I feel his touch on my thighs, soft, gentle like feathers of swans.

Opening my eyes, I look down at him again with hazy eyesight and fuzzy mind. He lowers himself down, his eyes trained at where his destination is. In a second, his face is between my thighs.

He kisses the upturned scars on my inner thighs like he always does and I shudder on the bed. His mouth travels inwards towards my aching, drenched as hell cunt as his fingers part my lips down there. I don't feel the cool hair hitting my sensitive core because he's right there, with his hot breath fanning over me.

The moment his mouth encircles my clit and his two fingers enter me simultaneously, I almost come. My back arches, my toes dig into the mattress and my hands fly to his hair, holding him.

He kisses me first, then bites me softly all the while his fingers inside me teases my G spot. I see stars already, I feel the bubble climbing up already and it has just been few seconds since he's gone there.

"You're so good," I moan out.

I can never get tired of him eating me out. He's so skilled at it. The fact that he has only done this to me makes my chest expand. He  was so damn amazing during the first time he ate me out and somehow, he keeps getting better or maybe it's me getting more addicted.

Every morning since we've been apart, I missed his morning ritual. I missed eating breakfast with him and then seeing him handle me too well with his mouth between my thighs.

Now that he's there, suckling the life out of me and fingering me with this intensity, I almost can't believe it.

He's a sin that I'm engulfing and I enjoy every part of it.

His tongue laps around, my arousal runs free out of me and I don't  even think he lets even a drop run down as his mouth sucks it right in. He's fast with it, almost brutal. It's all tongue and teeth that I feel down there, so perfect that I might just come now.

But I don't want that. The ache inside my pussy increases and his fingers aren't enough. They've filled me up till brink but I want to feel his cock inside me. I want to feel him expand, twitch, ram and wreck my insides.

"Jungkook I-Fuck," I whine when his teeth closes around my clit.

My eyes roll back again, my squirming gets harder again. His fingers are thrusting inside me faster. I don't know what to concentrate on— the amazing feeling of his tongue on my hot mess or his fingers pumping out all the juices out of me.

He hums around me while sucking, vibrations making my insides vibrate.

"Baby, please, fuck me," I beg, the ache in my pussy increasing.

I need to feel him inside me right now or I'll go insane.

I'm already feeling uneasy, my body shaking to have him inside me. Fuck, I can't anymore.

My fingers put pressure on his hair as I try to pull him up towards me. His mouth finally comes off but his fingers still work inside me. I grind against his hand. My one hand goes down towards his jeans and with extremely shaking fingers, I try to unbutton his jeans.

He lingers above me, lips slightly parted and glistening from my arousal—dark, lust filled eyes locked onto mine. He smirks at the way I stared, how my breath hitched just from the sight of him.

He looks at my shaky breathing, creased forehead, hooded eyes and flushed cheeks all the while I try to get him out of his fucking jeans as I try to resist the urge to squirm because of the wonders his fingers are doing inside me.

Finally, he stops. I can see the rush flashing in his eyes as he withdraws his fingers out of me. He sits up and so do I as I finally unbutton his jeans with both my hands and try to push it down. He shifts in his place to get both— his black jeans and his Calvin Kleins out of the way.

All the while sitting, his naked body flushes against mine again as he hugs me and in one smooth move, he closes the distance—crashing his mouth to me with even more hunger than before. His kiss was deep, slow at first… then demanding. One hand grips my jaw to keep you in place while the other slid down my side and under my thighs.

I feel his hard erection against my stomach. He's so damn hard, he winces slightly when I rub my skin against his cock. The tiny piercing balls on the tip of his cock dig into my flesh and I want to feel them inside me so damn bad.

"Mmm... still as addictive as ever," he growls between kisses, "And this time? I’m not stopping until you scream my name."

I look at him and then in a second, I push him into the mattress as I straddle him. I don't know where this confidence came from or how I'm going to do what I'm going to do, but fuck, if he's going to take his time, teasing me— I can't take it.

My whole body is shaking to have his cock in me.

He lets out a low, approving growl as i take control for the first time, his hands immediately gripping my hips—hot and possessive—while heat flares in his eyes. He tilts his head back slightly, baring his throat in rare surrender, but the smirk on his lips was still all dominance.

"Look at you," he murmurs, voice rough with lust, "So bold when I'm under you."

His fingers trace up my bare thighs slowly, sending shivers through my body. One hand slid around to grip my ass tightly as he lifts his hips slightly against me. His dick is laying against his abs and he guides my wet core onto it to rub me over it—a slow, teasing grind that maks him groan deep in his chest too.

"You think this means I'll go easy on you? No... now that I feel how hot and ready you are for me," his voice dropped to a whisper, "I'm going to ruin you even more."

"Do it. I want you inside me," I tell him, his grinds slow, still. Testing my patience.

"You don't need to take control for that, baby. Even though I'm injured, I can still fuck you like a beast all damn night, you know that," he tells me, his hand coming up to cup my breast and squeeze it while his other hand is still grinding my hip on his dick, getting it all wet before we get to it.

" I know, "I nod, my throat dry," But I want to try this 'cause we've never done this before."

He smirks under me, his eyes has that glint to see me like this. I must be at my most beautiful like this, exposed and so vulnerable in front of him. His fingers caresses my thighs, moving higher and higher as he guides me to his lap so I am straddling him better.

"Move your hips," he growled, "I'll show you exactly what to do."

I nod.

He lifts my ass up, my hand goes behind me to hold his dick up, positioning it at my entrance. Fuck, this feels so filthy. His dick is wet with his precum and my arousal. It feels hard as rod in my hold. Having sex after so long will definitely remind me of how big he is.

I look into his hooded eyes as I lead the tip of his cock into my entrance. I gasp, my hands lay flat on his abs now that I'm in the position. He maintains the eye contact. His hand grabs my ass cheeks, massaging.

"Sink on me, my peach," he tells me.

I move.

Slowly, inch by inch, I let him fill me up. My mouth goes agape, my head gets heavy as it hangs down, my eyes getting watery as he stretches me slowly.

"Fuck," we both moan in unison.

His one hand grabs my hip, his hold punishing but still it feels amazing. Halfway, I feel full. I look down between us as my cunt eats up his size with half of it still being out of me.

Pushing it more, I finally sit with his full size inside me. My heart in thundering inside my chest, my legs are shaking though relief washes over me to have him inside me.

My watery eyes look down into eyes.

"Move, Hana," he tells me, letting me take control now that I have it.

I nod, and lift my hips up slightly and then sink down on him again. He moans lowly at the feel of it, I feel his piercing deep down in me, in my guts.

He growls softly, his hands gripping my thighs hard, his expression almost feral as he looks up at me. His voice turned low and rough.

"Just like this," he commands, demonstrating with subtle movements that he wants me to move my hips on him again.

"Slowly. Back and forth. Like that."

His hands on my hips help me slowly at first and then getting faster.

"Like this?" I ask, breathless.

His hand grabs my ass cheeks as he starts thrusting up into me too. Arousal pools down from me again as his thrusts grow needier.

With each thrust, he gets faster, harder. Even though I'm at top, it feels like he has not let go of his control. He's still having it.

He grips my hair from behind and pushes my head back. My eyes snap open as I look up at him from his chest. He smirks, his grunts rough and satisfied as he feels me respond to him—my body tightening, my breath coming in sharp gasps. His grip on my ass turned firmer, guiding ne with fast, deliberate thrusts that made my back arch and loud moans rip from my throat.

"Fuck yes, Kook, It's hitting all the right places," I moan, my hair bouncing with intensity of it.

"Of course it is," he whispers, watching my body, capturing the sight in his eyes, "I know every damn spot that makes you fall apart for me."

His hand slid up to tangle in my hair at roots, pulling gently so I keep looking right at him—eyes hazy with pleasure.

"And I’m just getting started."

With my head pushed up, my back arched, I feel him drilling out of my stomach from inside. My moans turn into gasps which eventually turn into screams, mixed with profanities and his name.

The feeling inside me rises from my stomach to my chest, my brain not processing what's happening to me anymore.

"Jungkook, too fast!" I scream out, my eyes closing feeling him all inside me.

His pace quickens as I scream his name, the sound like music to his ears. He pushes my body forward so that I fall down against his chest. My hands find their balance on the either side of his face. His thrusts don't stop, instead they grow more defined.

He kisses my lips, his tongue dancing inside my mouth with mine. I moan louder, unable to keep up with his kisses and thrust. He hums at my state, the way it sends a wave of satisfaction through me.

He's still in control, keeping me pinned over him, his one hand still holds my ass guiding me to meet his thrusts while the other one hugs my torso tightly, devouring the sounds and sensations of me on the verge of coming apart for him.

"Scream my name again," he growls, "I need to hear it—need you to remember who you belong to."

"Fuck, you, Jungkook! So damn good," I moan against his luscious mouth.

His breath hitches, his grip on me tight and possessive as he hears me scrram his name after so long—wild, feral, all for him. I am his, completely, utterly his. He's possessive, and selfish, and greedy, and  that's exactly the way he loves. 

And that's the only way I want to be loved too.

"Louder," he commands darkly, "Scream it for me."

On accord, I scream out for him. My pussy clenches around him as I spasm. Stars after stars explode my vision. He doesn't stop, milking my orgasm out of me. My body tenses, eyes rolling back slightly as I tremble around him.

My eyes water, and tears slip through my eyes as I fall hard.

"That's it," he pants, "Come for me… let go."

He grabs my waist hard to keep me in place as he notices me lose myself
completely—the only thing in the world right now is him.

Then in a blink, he changes the position and I'm under him. I gasp out loud as my back collides with the mattress. My eyes wide with tears, face red as tomato and body still shuddering with the aftermath of the orgasm.

I don't get a second to control myself before his still hard dick enters me. I gasp yet again as he starts thrusting again, finding his own release.

I hold the bedsheet next to my head to keep at one place, matching his frantic thrusts. His one hand goes up to grab my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine, pushing me into the bed.

The bed bangs with the wall behind, the sound along with my moans bounce off the wall. I'm so vulnerable like this, so defenseless. It's driving me crazy—the feeling of being completely at his mercy. He wants to own me in every way possible, and he's determined to make me remember who I belong to, and who i would've left if I had gone away.

"Look at you," he moans, "So goddamn beautiful, so damn mine."

"Yours," I whimper.

His thrusts grow shallower and I know he's about to come too. He presses his whole torso against mine, snaking both him arms behind my back, he hugs me tightly. I flush against him as I feel another orgasm building inside me.

"Come  with me," he whispers into my ear.

In few seconds and countless other thrusts, I come around him again. He collapses on me as the pleasure washes over him—his body still taut with the aftermath of his release.

"Oh Hana," he moans my name, long and breathy.

He twitches inside me, I feel his warm seeds filling me up till the brim like he always does. He hasn't even slipped out of me yet, but I can still feel his cum leaking out of me.

A lot.

He wraps his arms around me even tighter , holding me tight against his chest, burying his face into your hair as he pants softly.

"So goddamn good, baby. So damn perfect," he murmurs against my skin, his voice rough and breathless."You have no idea how badly I've needed this, how much I've been craving you."

His breathes are hard just like mine. His body is laying all it's weight on me and I don't mind. I like it, I like feeling him all over me.

He looks up from my hair. His face a little sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead, clean face pink with the activity and eyes softer than before.

He leans in to give me a brief kiss, stealing my breath away again.

When he pulls away, he adores my face with his eyes before speaking.

"I love you so goddamn much, Hana," he says.

"I love you so goddamn much, too, Jungkook," I say back as he smiles.

His lips crash on mine again and I just knew that we aren't stopping tonight anytime soon.

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"Hi baby, we landed just an hour back safe. Are you alright? Warm enough? Patricia called me last night, telling me whatever she saw. I'm glad you found peace, my sweetie. You know, I'm still proud of you. Your grumpy dad is too, he'll take some time to get on terms with it but he'll be happy in your happiness, trust me. We're heading to the hotel so when we reach, I'll video call you. And don't worry about us, we're going to have a lot of fun here. Call me when you're up. We always love you, our one and only."

The voicemail ends with the beep and I smile. I'm glad mom and dad didn't cancel their plan on their little vacation.

I know it'll be hell lot of task to get on terms with dad about this but I know he'll understand. In a week, month, year, or lifetime? That's a matter of debate I put aside for a while.

There are texts from Da Eun and Jae too, I read through them cheering me when I ran from the airport. They're asking me constantly about what happened. What did he say? what did I say? What happened, really?

As much as I want to leak all the details to them right away, I want to focus on what's in front of me right now.

It's past noon of the next day. It feels like we fucked all night and slept near dawn. I honestly didn't keep track of time at all. We just stopped when we felt like, which was after multiple rounds of mind-blowing sex and aching bodies screaming us to stop.

We slept tangled up all against each other with no mind on what's happening outside. It snowed a lot, there was a snow storm out there while we were fucking the  night away inside.

I hear the fire cackle in the fireplace which Jungkook lit up an hour ago before I woke up. I only woke up few minutes back. After finding him not in the bed, I assumed he must be downstairs because his clothes and phone was still in my room.

After freshening up, with sore legs and literally burning core, I limp down towards the ground floor where I saw him setting the fireplace up.

He looked so fresh, way better than before. He must've gotten up way earlier than me because I can see how clean he looks, his wounds treated and his hair look evenly cut now. They look almost chopped now, but at least proper and it warmed my chest.

He's in the kitchen right now. Sweet aroma of coffee is all around me as he's making us some. I sit on the large sofa in front of the fireplace in his hoodie and my sweatpants, covering myself with a large blanket. I'm all warm. Inside out.

He had a small bag with him in his big car. He did brought some clothes with him so I didn't feel bad about stealing his hoodie. I love it more, it smells like him.

Maria purrs in my hold. She's licking her paws, waiting for her food which Jungkook will bring.

It's his clear instructions that I  don't leave this couch at all until necessary . He'll be doing all the other work— which includes feeding Maria too.

Just at the thought, I hear sound of footsteps. Jungkook enters the room, dressed in dark blue jeans and a half-buttoned shirt looking sexy as fuck, his eyes softening at the sight of me curled up by the fire with my tiny kitten cradled in my arms.

The glow of the flames dances across his face as he walks over, placing the cat food down for this little one before handing me a steaming mug of coffee—black, just how I like it.

"Thought you might need this," he murmurs, his voice raspy, "And someone was getting restless."

He picks Maria up from my hold to help her down on the floor so that she can eat. However, the intrusion and touch of an entirely new person panicked her tiny body.

She meows loudly, her claws digging into his hands.

" Ow, little one, i already have fair share of scratches on my back which your owner gave me. No mood for new ones yet," he winces.

I flush then laugh out. He smiles too, looking at me as he sits Maria down and as soon as she's on the ground, she goes silent and waltzes towards her food, sniffing it and then digging in.

" Cats don't like strangers, " I tell him.

" Well she better get used to me then 'cause she's going to see this face every damn day now," he tells me and walks towards me.

He sits beside me on the couch , pulling me into his side and draping an arm around my shoulder.  I lay my head on his chest, butterflies dancing in my stomach. He still smells like him but with my undertone.

His voice is low, almost tender—a rare softness only ever meant for me.

"My perfect girl… all warm and glowing by my fire."

I smile against his chest as I look up at him.

"Thanks for lighting it up. I don't know how to do this," I tell him.

"Neither did I, it took me thousand YouTube tutorials to make this, and luckily Patricia has already set it up nicely," he says.

"Mom and Dad has landed at France," I tell him.

"Are they still mad?" he asks.

"Mom isn't, I don't know about dad," I answer, honestly.

"He'll be. He's smart and I know he can see what we have," he tells me.

I nod. Yeah, I believe he can understand. He is a smart man, just a little protective. I adore him for that a lot but he has to accept that I've grown up and I know what decisions I'm taking.

I know the path from here won't be very easy, it will be hard. And I don't scare away from it because I have Jungkook. I want him with me as long as he doesn't give up on his dreams for me.

At the thought, I think of what he said that day.

"I'll leave the gang."

I don't want it at all. I've come back to him but it's not because he's going to let go of his future and dreams for me. I can't let him do this big of a sacrifice. It's not just for me, but for himself.

I wish I could not discuss it right now with this warm setting around me but I want to talk it out. It'll ease my mind.

"Jungkook," I call for him and he hums.

I pull my head up from his chest to look at him. I keep the coffee mug on the table in front as I turn my body towards him on the sofa. He looks at me interestingly.

"Did you mean it that day? Are you really going to leave the gang?" I ask, looking into his eyes.

He stiffens as I bring up the topic from days ago, his gaze darkening as he's reminded of the argument. He lets out a low sigh, his grip on me unconsciously tightening just a fraction. 

"Of course I meant it," he says.

There's a rough edge to his voice, a mix of pain and something deeper, something like vulnerability. He looks into my eyes, the fire reflecting in them.

"I told you, didn't I? You're my priority. I'd give up everything—the gang, my position, the damn world—for you," he completes.

I sigh.

"what if I don't want that? It isn't right. You've trained your years to lead the gang one day. The company of yours needs the gang. There has decades of hardwork that's put into that company. I don't want to see the glory fade," I tell him my concern.

"Who said it will? As long as you're with me, I can become way bigger than any of my ancestors even without gang. I can't do that, my love, the gang is a stepping stone but not a necessary one," he tells me.

I sit there, looking at him.

"That gang isn't even mine to begin with. I don't care about it's legacy if it brings your life in danger, Hana," his hand cups my cheek, "All I care about is you."

I snuggle up against him, putting my legs on his lap. His one arm wraps around me tightly again. My heart feels away, the thoughts cloud my mind again. I've suppressed them all my life but right now, I want to blurt it all out.

So I did.

"It's hard for me. I've always felt like a disappointment, a bad investment. I'm the only child of my parents and I have all these issues that have them on their toes all the time, I've had friends since I was little who would come close to me but would eventually get bored of me, not wanting to play with me because I was not fun, Da Eun and Jae are my true friends but I don't ever know how to make them feel better about their insecurities when I myself am fucked in the head. Now that you're talking about leaving such an important thing— all because of me, I feel like that again, "I tell him, my throat getting tighter.

Jungkook fingers draw circles on my arm, soothing me. He already knows it all but I feel like talking it out finally. So he didn't disturb for a while as I keep laying on his chest.

" Hana, "he whispers, his breath fanning my hair," Look up at me. "

I do. I look up at his face again as he gets his other hand free from the cup of coffee in his hand to hold my face with both his hands.

" You're not a disappointment. Not to your parents and sure as hell, not to me," he tells me.

I look down at his chest again. The guilt still in my chest.

"Look at me," he instructs again and I do, fighting the moisture in my eyes.

"You're not a bad investment. You're my goddamn life—my only reason for breathing, lately."

His voice drops, rough with emotion.

"And don’t you dare compare yourself to kids’ games or shallow friendships. Da Eun and Jae? They’re lucky to have you—even if you can’t fix them, just being there means everything. And me?"

He looks into my eyes with true honesty and shattered walls, to show his true self.

"I’ve spent my life being trained to rule a kingdom of blood and lies… but I never felt alive until you called me selfish for wanting to leave it all—for choosing you.” 

He pulls ne close again, forehead resting against mine.

“So stop trying to run from this. From us. Let me love you the way I want… even if it’s messy. Even if I’m dangerous.”

He kisses my forehead then, my heart feeling overwhelmed with him words and all the love he's giving me.

I hold his hands and pull them to my mouth as I kiss his palms. When I look up him, there's a rare kind of softness in them. Something that I've never seen before, something that I never knew existed.

Once upon a time, I was scared of him. Scared of what what people talked about him, what he might be capable of and what he does.

Now, I feel scared when I'm not with him. He has made me my best. He snatched my demons running havoc in my mind and smashed them under the weight of his love and care so well that they didn't have any choice but to leave.

"But," I speak, "I don't want you to take this decision in haste. Promise me you'll think about it."

He sighs.

"Promise?" I ask him.

He looks at me, a smirk on his lips forming. I don't want him to regret his decision in few days and now that we're together, I know it'll be way easier for him to think it through and then take a decision.

I wait for his answer, my eyebrows raising.

"OK fine, little lioness, I'll think," he gives in.

I smile at him, ease flowing inside me.

Getting tired, Jungkook lays down on the couch and pulls me with him. I fall back next to him. He puts the blanket on both of us, his one arm under my head, other around my waist. Our legs tangle with each other and his warmth makes me feel hot again.

We're facing each other and he trains his gaze on me.

In this moment as I look at him, I thank Gods for putting him into my life. Even though the start of what we have now was rough but I guess, I'd have to thank Da Eun too considering it wouldn't be this if it hadn't been for her tiny stupid crush.

I smile at the thought and Jungkook smiles at me before speaking.

"You’re not a burden—you’re the first thing that ever made sense," he whispers.

Fuck, I love him so much.

He pulls me into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around me, holding me in silence for a long moment. The fire crackles softly as the kitten jumps up to curl between our feet.

"And if anyone ever makes you feel small again," he murmurs, voice low and dark— almost mischievous, "You point them to me… and I’ll remind them exactly who owns this heart now."

I giggle, having the urge to smack him.

"You're such a menace," I tell him.

He smirks against my hair, that dangerous glint flashing in his eyes as he tightens his grip on me.

"Only for you, my peach. Only for you, " he teases.

The kitten mews between our feet as she climbs up, her small form waddling between me and my boyfriend, stealing my attention from him. At the spot, Jungkook scoffs playfully.

"Gonna start charging rent from this damn furball if it keeps stealing my spot."

I laugh out loud. Jungkook's body shakes with his laughter too as he picks the kitten up while starts meowing on top of her lungs too.

I find so much peace in this chaos.

I once thought that good girls stayed away from bad boys, but good forbid if holy mother made bad boys like him, I'd wish every girl gets one.

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