"mmh..." ariah stirs in her place, too sleepy to open her eyes even though bright lights from the window try to blind her. she's oddly comfortable under the warm covers, a pair of arms draped over her body, making her the little spoon in the spooning, soft kisses are being peppered along her jawline like light butterflies tickling their way down to her neck.

she frowns at the gentle touches that make her sigh softly in satisfaction with her dream, that is until she stops and realises that she's not sleeping anymore. this is not a dream! her eyes open in one shot and body jolts awake, about to let out a vocal reaction as well to show how this person— whoever decided it was okay to sneak in her bed and touch her— made the wrong move. however, as fast she tries to get up, the arm, tattooed, holds her back against their firm chest and leans closer with a soft chuckle.

"good morning, baby."

aria turns around quickly, a frown creasing her forehead as she stares at her boyfriend's grinning face. he leans in for a kiss, which she returns with a soft sigh and snuggles closer in his embrace. jungkook smiles, placing his arm under her head and the other arm over her, bringing her in his hug properly. "did you sleep well with my shirt on?" his fingers join his voice in the teasing, brushing on her bare waist under the fabric of the t-shirt that belongs to him.

"mm'hm," ariah nods slowly, keeping her eyes close and her head against his chest, "it smells like you. it's nice."

"i'm sure it is." his voice is almost like a whisper, as they're already so close that even their heartbeats feel loud enough to talk.

"i dreamt of us," ariah hushes out with a smile, opening her eyes to glance up at jungkook and fails to hold in a giggle. "i dressed you up like a pretty boy and did your hair into pigtails."

jungkook scrunches up his face, his wish of hearing something hot and sexy draining as soon as he built it up, making aria laugh. "you wanna dress me up?" he arches up a brow.

"maybe i do? you can be my doll." she grins.

"i think i might. what will you do if i were your doll?" he muses.

aria bites down a smile, guiding up her hand freely to caress jungkook's face and shifts a little. her other hand presses down on his chest, making him lay down straight on his back, chuckling when jungkook protests by reaching back to hold her like earlier, and she quickly assures him that she's staying nearby. she gets up from her place, carefully climbing on top of jungkook and lowers herself to lay down on his torso.

jungkook's hands, without wasting any time, mark their territory, grazing up her exposed thighs to her hips and waist, for the t-shirt rode up with her movements. he stares at aria's face, waiting for her to answer his question while his fingers are busy playing with the light elastic band of her panties. "you're so beautiful." he breathes out, mesmerized by his own girlfriend as though it was still the first time he ever saw her in college.

the day still resides fresh in his head like a time capsule that would take him four years back, letting him steal the pleasure of meeting her all over again. she'd be dressed in a beautiful, elegant white dress, shoes matching with it, and hair done like that of a princess from a disney movie. she was quiet as it was her first day in the new setting, between new people who were practically all strangers to her, and kept giving her looks of all kinds. jungkook knew what was going on wasn't bad, rather surprising since it wasn't usual for students to have a porsche dropping them off in the morning and a different car with a handsome man (her brother) picking her up after the lectures.

and of course, aria has always been captivatingly pretty, which added more to the stares that she received for anyone who was having their first day in college. she didn't know this, but people, when referring to her, often used terms like 'princess' and 'royal'. jungkook came from a wealthy family as well, but he didn't want this attention in college and begged his brother to just let him live like any other guy in college. he was already a senior by that time, and aria was just a freshman.

it was no lie that a lot of guys from the campus and around (those who had seen what aria looked like) had an obvious crush on the girl, although none of them ever dared to ask her out, feeing inferior in more grounds than one. she was literally living like a princess, born in a rich family, had a handsome brother, owned a lavish mansion and enough cars that she could change them like clothes if she wanted. even her bracelet looked more expensive than what many guys thought could be their monthly allowance.

looking back in time, jungkook still doesn't know how he got himself to speak to aria. it was clearly him who made the move, given that aria used to be super reserved back then and exchanged the bare minimum words in the name of a conversation. in fact, she often looked uncomfortable whenever anyone tried to get her to talk. the most jungkook had ever seen her speaking was when he overheard her talking to her brother when he came inside the premises to take her.

jungkook had almost accepted that this mystery princess would never open up and talk to him, until the day arrived and the miracle happened.

"jungkook?" he blinks a few times, opening his eyes and hums, pretending that he didn't just fall asleep while aria was busy describing what she would do if he were her doll. "are you sleepy?" she asks, her chin resting in her arm that folded over his chest.

"no, sorry. it's just too cozy in here. i love your bed." he mumbles, "what were you saying?"

aria smiles at him and leans closer until their noses touch, her tongue peeks out mischievously, licking up a small stripe on his lower lip, making jungkook smirk and open his mouth for a deeper kiss. "i'd keep you with me in my bed forever." she whispers.

"it'd get dirty and messy at some point." jungkook lowers his face in her shoulder, kissing the skin after tugging the hem of the t-shirt down by a little.

"ew! you don't have to ruin the mood!" she whines, hitting him, which makes him snigger.

"what? i'm not lying. if you do dare to keep me locked in your room with this amazing bed, the you might as well prepare yourself for me because you know i can't control myself when you look a fucking meal."

aria shakes her head, glancing at him with her nose scrunched up and eyes squinting slightly, as though asking him if he's sure of what he's saying. "you're not that bad." she says, shifting a little on top of him, giggling when he grabs her hips and helps her achieve the comfortable position again.

he hums, "i like to see you writhing under me."

"okay, mr. top." aria rolls her eyes jokingly.

"what? what was that? just admit it you like being—"

"a princess." she cuts him off with a grin, pecking his lips softly and arches up her brows like a challange for him. "your princess, jungkook."

now that makes him sigh, smacking her butt gently while his other hand cups her neck, tilting her head so he can kiss jawline, and leaves a bite, "you're so spoiled, aren't you?" he hisses, "who's to blame for you being a brat?"

"you," ariah breathes out, holding back a whimper and shuts her eyes as jungkook sucks the sweet spot on her neck, pressing the right nerves that go to her brain, and makes it chant his name like a fucking mantra.

"am i?" he lets out a deep chuckle, squeezing her ass with his hand and continues massaging it while his mouth is busy leaving wet kisses on her neck and collar bone.

"ah-" jungkook smirks hearing the way the she chokes, unable to even form out a moan with his mouth sucking on her throat now. "mmh..."

"so beautiful." he mutters, tracing her jawline and lips, and clicks his tongue in subtle disappointment, "but can be such a brat. tell me again, who's the reason you're so spoiled, ari?"

"ahh..." she bites her lip, shutting her eyes on feeling jungkook pressing up his thigh between her legs, leaving it like that for a moment to have her craving his touch more.

"i asked you something, baby."

"you," she opens her eyes, gulping down her saliva and licks her lips, "it's you."

"god, just look at you. you look drunk, baby." he chuckles, stroking her hair. "good girl. now, what's your favourite nickname?"

aria blushes at that, subconsciously stuffing herself in his embrace which jungkook never minds, infact he keeps his arm intact around her and rubs her side in the most comforting manner anyone can ask. "princess..." she whispers.

"like it when i call you that?"

"yes." she nods, glancing up at him.

"yeah?" he muses, but his tone stays low, eyes darkened with the urge to kiss her again like he didn't have her for days. just as he dives in again, aria's expression changes, twisting into an uncomfortable one that speaks out pain. "what happened?" he asks with a subtle frown.

"get off for a second," she mutters and jungkook obeys, following her tormented features and sits up, staring at her with confused eyes. aria tugs off the covers, getting up from the bed and removes the sheets entirely to confirm her fear on finding a small dark stain on the sheets. "god..." she groans, and jungkook gets it now.

he sighs softly, getting up near her and wraps his arms around her waist, "i'll change the sheets. go and clean up." he pecks her lips.

"i hope it's not on you," aria says with a sigh, running her eyes over jungkook's clothes, relieved that he didn't get her period blood on himself. that would be kind of gross for either of them, for aria at least, since jungkook seems to never complain about anything.

"why are you worried? it's not like we haven't had sex while you were on your period." he grins.

"that's because you wanted to do it!" she whines, hitting his chest, "also, i barely bled. it was only a little bit."

"but it was hot," jungkook winks at her, "and sloppy. i loved it."

"you're weird." aria shakes her head, failing to hold in a chuckle as she pushes him to the side playfully and opens the closet, taking a new underwear and shorts. meanwhile jungkook pulls the duvet aside and takes the sheets off the mattress. he rolls up the fabric and puts it with the laundry before taking out a new, fresh bedsheet from the bottom drawer.

"kook?" aria calls from the bathroom, getting a glance from jungkook as he hums in response, waiting for her to continue, "i'm out of pads..."

jungkook sighs softly, fixing the sheets quickly and dusts off his hands as though he was a professional bedsheet changer. walking up to the bathroom, he opens the door casually, fixing his eyes on his girl, who's just sitting on the toilet pot with a nervous smile. "i told you to let me know if you needed something." he crosses his arms on his chest, leaning again the counter and aria nods slowly.

"i forgot... i thought i had one pack at least." she mumbles, "can you go right now?" asking that is a bit weird, but since jungkook has already done this stuff before, she knows he doesn't mind. but from all what aria has always seen and grown up with, she doesn't really like making him do anything related to periods. it was worse in the beginning when they had just started dating, and aria used to try and keep herself reserved during the time of the month to avoid any accidents or making things awkward with jungkook.

however, jungkook eventually got her to open up and be comfortable, also made her realise that her period weren't something she should try to hide or be ashamed of. they used to go shopping together or just run errands, and jungkook would make sure to stick by her even when she tried to escape and sneak in some sanitary pads for herself. the first time jungkook surprised her was when he picked it up for her himself and asked if it was the one she used. for him, it was very normal as if it was okay for men to just garb feminine hygiene products. but for aria, she wanted to crawl inside a hole and never come out. although ever since, she has been more open about stuff in general with jungkook and there are practically no secrets at this point.

"i can go, but what do i get in return?" jungkook asks.

"i don't know, what do you even want?"

"let's go on a date." he says, strolling over to her and bends down to stroke her cheek, although aria pulls her head back and keeps her legs together just in case jungkook decided to kneel down. "what?"

"not right now. i'm literally on the toilet, bleeding. it's gross."

"well, it wasn't so gross until you said it." he jokes, booping her nose with his index finger, "c'mon give me a kiss."

"no, jungkook. i'm dirty—"

"hush," jungkook whispers, closing her lips with his and sucks on the lower one, "i've told you a million times, baby, you're never dirty. i don't wanna hear that again, alright?"

"or else?" aria squints, challenging him, which makes jungkook smirk.

"or else i'm gonna make sure that i show you just how perfect and gorgeous and pure and innocent you are."

"show me? are you gonne write or what?" she teases her.

"yeah, write it all over your body with my kisses." he winks.

"okayyy, that's very cheesy." she laughs, giving him a hug, "now please go and get me some pads?"

he hums softly, stroking her hair as he stands up, "need something else? tampons? pain killers? chocolates?"

aria gasps, "what did i do to deserve such a nice man?"

"you flashed him." he mutters.

"hey! i didn't flash you! it was a mistake, i was a good girl and i would never ever do something like that!" she huffs.

"yeah, thank god you were walking upstairs and i was down." he snickers.

"you had a lot of girls to flash you, jungkook. who are you even kidding?"

"but i didn't like their stuff, baby." jungkook says, laughing loudly as he watches aria's face heating up in embarassment. "okay, i'm going. stay right here— not like you can move. but anyway. i'll be back in twenty minutes!"

"jerk." aria mumbles, shaking her head, even though what he said was true.

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an: jungkook just makes such a good boyfriend hskshskshskd 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️