~Forever~

Your pov

The sun peeping through curtains uninvited made my eyes squirm. I opened my eyes slowly and took a glance beside me. The sight of him sleeping cutely close to me brought a smile to my lips. I reached up and caressed his ruffled hair gently, careful to not wake him up. I could feel my heart filling up with joy as I ran my eyes over his peaceful features. Locks of brown hair covered his forehead and I brushed them away before leaning in to kiss his forehead softly. The same stupid smile was lingering on my lips as I rubbed my nose along his, my eyes focused on his lids and eyelashes which started to flutter.

I couldn't help myself. I was happy.

Every time we made love, each time I would wake up without him next to me. He would lock himself in the bathroom or hide somewhere I couldn't reach him. I was aware of his love for bathrooms as he wasn't allowed to use the shower very often at the prison. Though I never understood why did he have to run away right after we were done. I always needed to hold him in my arms after we loved each other.

But now it was different. This time he didn't leave. This time something had changed. But what? What was in his mind?

I could still feel tingles all over my body as flashes of what happened last night came across my mind. The butterflies in my stomach danced around as my gaze dropped to his lips. It wasn't only me. I could feel him and how strong his feelings were for me.

Last night his touches were rough and a little painful. I didn't stop him though. I wanted him in the same way. With the same intensity and craziness. It was amazing. He felt amazing, even if my body was still aching. I didn't know that it can be this intense and crazy. I could say he was even brutal. The moment he penetrated me, from then on everything degenerated. The way he claimed my body it never happened before. We didn't make love this time, we fucked like two crazy people. My cheeks started to warm up remembering stripping of any inhibitions I ever possessed. I guess it was easy with him.

I guess he started to show me his real feelings and his true color. If it was like that, then I was more than satisfied.

I was still naked as I pressed myself against his side searching for his warmth. My fingers danced over his cheek as I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against his, my lips brushing against his in a soft caress.

We did it three times already and didn't use any kind of protection. I was crazy. Definitely crazy. Of course, I would be more than happy to have his child, no matter what the future will bring us. After all, I was 26. But not now. Not when we are on the run. Not when I have to be prepared to protect him any time of the day and night.

Where would this lead us? I would lie if I say I wasn't scared. Actually, I was terrified. I was aware that I had to talk to Mingyu and come on with a plan or something. We couldn't continue to hide in his house. There wasn't only us who knew about Jungkook. Now it was also Mark and Kai. When it came to Mark, I had no idea what to expect. He seemed dangerous, his mental state was under a question mark. Regarding Kai, he didn't give me a reason to doubt him but I didn't know the guy very well to stay at ease and give my trust that easily. I wasn't a very gullible person.

And there was Jennie. My chest constricted only thinking about her. I couldn't ignore the way she was looking at Jungkook. She wanted him, you don't have to be smart to know that. And it bothered me more than I was letting anyone see. Each time she would smirk my way or bring up how amazing was their fuck, I was this close to taking her head off her shoulders. Of course, I wasn't that cruel to make Mingyu get rid of her. After all, she was his family and she needed a place to stay until she will be done with her studies.

But if we had to go back to Incheon, how to do that without drawing attention or seeming suspicious? When we left Seoul together, four years ago, Jungkook's face wasn't displayed everywhere. Maybe it worked once for Jungkook but we could not risk a second time. It was a long ride and anyone could recognize him. But if Mingyu would... No. I could not involve him. I couldn't ask him to give us a ride. If anyone would see him with us, it will affect his life and his career. I couldn't be this selfish. What Mingyu did for us is more than enough.

I took a deep breath and kissed his cheek deep in thoughts. Think Y/N, think. What was the best choice? I couldn't call my parents. The last time we've seen each other they were clear enough for me to understand that they will never be happy about our relationship. They will never accept Jungkook and obviously never support us. And I could understand why was that. They were worried. First of all, they were parents, and their child's safety and well-being is a priority. Someone like Jungkook wasn't safe enough for their daughter. I couldn't hate them nor hold a grudge for something like that. But this didn't mean I wasn't a little disappointed. I needed my parents more than ever. I needed their support and help. In these kinds of situations, I couldn't help but feel lonely.

I also had to talk to Mingyu about Jungkook's condition. I was so relieved to see them getting along. And also delighted and proud when Jungkook accepted his uncle's proposal to be hypnotized. Although we never had the opportunity to talk about the result. I couldn't force Jungkook to tell me. This kind of case is never easy to talk about. Especially for the victims. I wanted him to be the one who opens up the subject. And I saw how uncomfortable he felt each time something from his past would come up.

Everything was heading in the right way. I would anger God if I asked for more. For Jungkook it was huge progress. Actually giving a chance to Mingyu and trusting him was something hard to achieve. Also his behavior. He became calmer and he thinks before jumping to conclusions. In the past, at the prison, he was completely different. Back then I was terrified he could strike anyone, anywhere and anytime, with no warning, nor a real motive.

I was sure it was hard for him. To actually give people chances. And I was so proud he was trying. I touched the tip of his nose with my forefinger and I smiled when, still with his eyes closed, he frowned cutely and brushed it away. My finger landed on his nose again. He mumbles something incoherent under his breath and turned his head to the other side.

I chuckled as I touched his ear this time. When he was about to slap my hand away, I took his cheeks between my hands and kissed him on the lips. Please let this last. I want us to be like this forever.

His eyes fluttered open and once again my heart skipped a beat when our eyes locked. His arms closed around my waist and with a groan, he kissed me back.

"Y/N," he breathed as soon as our lips parted.

"I'm sorry. I tried to not wake you up but I failed lamentably." I apologized between short soft kisses. I just loved the way his lips felt. I could kiss him endlessly and never get tired.

He smiled against my mouth and responded to every little peck I was giving him. I buried my fingers in his hair and moved my lips along his jaw to the hollow of his neck.

"You know..." Jungkook whispered, his voice hoarse and low. And my heart skipped a beat.

I looked up at him and our eyes locked.

"We went through so many things together and yet you have never asked me what this thing between us is."

His serious expression erased the smile which lingered on my lips since the moment he woke up.

"A wonderful dream, I guess?" I responded sincerely as we stared at each other, his dark eyes giving me some kind of flutter sensation in the pit of my stomach.

I couldn't think of it but only as a dream. Everything seemed too unreal. Too magical. It was enough for me at the moment. I couldn't ask for more. And I was scared to think of the future. I was scared to hope for normality. I felt stuck in time with no way out. Scared to decide for us. I wasn't confident enough. Not when my actions could destroy his life or bring him death.

I bit my lip as a heavy silence fell between us. The tension in the air was palpable. I could feel his tense muscles under my palms which rested on his chest. His heart was racing like crazy.

Why?

His expression didn't tell me anything. He seemed so composed and calm while he analyzed my face, but his heart was giving him away. It was on the verge of bursting out.

"We love each other, right? We are together now. Isn't this important enough?" I smiled warmly but my smile vanished as quick as it came when I saw his eyes fill up with tears.

A sudden pang in my heart took my breath away as a tear rolled down his cheek.

"Kookie?" My voice cracked. I lifted my hand to touch his cheek but he turned his head to the side leaving my hand in the air.

"Yeah. I guess you're right. Of course we... This... I guess we can't know how much it will last." He let out a painful laugh. "I mean, we can't even know what tomorrow will bring us. Maybe I will end up in jail or..."

"It will not happen. I will not let anything happen to you. You had motives to kill Jin. And regarding your family..."

Jungkook's pained expression forced me to stop talking. His eyes full of sorrow and despair looking my way made my chest tremble.

"You can't even dare to think of a future together. We live in the present and it's perfectly fine but... Knowing that you can't even hope it's a little... Painful. Or maybe you don't want me to be with you for the rest of your life. How should I take your answer, my lady?" His last words came out as a whisper and I found myself lost for words.

My lips parted and a shaky breath escaped my lungs. His sudden warm palm settled on my cheek caused my breath to catch and my heart to skip a beat. Then his hand moved back into my hair to pull me closer until our lips were only inches apart.

"Because I definitely want to be with you for the rest of my life."