"Do you remember when we celebrated Christmas together?" he sips on red wine, but my brain malfunctions for a minute. I keep the spoon trapped between my lips to not let a smile appear since I can still recall the whole night of that time of the year.

"Wait. Are you thinking about the night instead of the evening, naughty girl?" he bends one knee up but cracks up at my reaction as her face became hot. I slap his calf and go back to eating since he's just making fun of me. "I was just talking about the evening, not what happened afterward, but I see you still have the same mind."

"Ay..." I get bashful about it but climb onto him with the dessert in my hand. I rest the back of my body on mine, my head on his chest, I invade his personal space. "I wasn't thinking about that...I was just...thinking..."

"Hm, sure, baby. Sure," he does not take the crap, but he still brushes his fingers over my side to end on my right thigh that is not covered since I'm wearing a tank top, with a pair of shorts. I move my feet up the cushions to bring my legs closer to my bust, and the tip of his fingers caress the side of my thigh. As we're both calm, he suddenly goes forward and leaves his empty glass on the table to get back in his previous position but straightens his back, getting him to have more access to her skin.

"Are you sure you don't want some yogurt?" I savor it, but some of it runs away from the spoon as I was driving it to my mouth, so I drop it in the cup to wipe the milk off of my breast. "Hm..." he only says. "Hm?" I stick my finger in my mouth to lick it and not waste food, but I turn my head to gaze up at him and catch him staring down into my cloth. He averts his eyes from my breasts as fast as he can but fails to be discreet. "I ate enough today."

"Uh, all right then," I don't say anything but eat the rest. His hand, however, doesn't slow down or aims any softer spots, he glides it up and down my stomach but goes low enough to pass over my tight shorts and make it hard for me to focus on the taste of my dessert. I try to not be affected by his touch, his tattoos, and veins that make him even more virile when he's touching me so tenderly. He doesn't take it easy on me but forces me backwards to be as close as we can from each other and not leave any gap of air between us, and his hand now slides under my top while either he's watching TV or keeping his eyes on me.

His fingers pull on my cloth, revealing even more of my breasts, they go higher under the fabric and give some caresses to my stomach. I stop eating since his touch on my body is way better for my brain, and I look up at him but notice his hair is a bit messy as if he had run his fingers through them. "I don't want it anymore..."

"Are you kidding me? There's just one spoon left," he peeks inside of it, using the back of the sofa for his elbow. "But I don't want that spoon anymore..."

"You..." he sighs but chuckles, before grabbing it and putting aside. "Here, eat the rest," he doesn't give up but brings his middle finger covered with the rest of the snack to my mouth. I glance up at him but don't refuse to eat it that way. I part my lips to let him slide his middle finger inside, and I lick everything off. "See, now you want it," he pushes it back and forth in a gentle manner, and I can't deny the fact that I love this feeling, the sexual meaning we both know this has.

He smirks in one of the hottest manners, but once he pulls his finger out, I suck on it and rest my head down on his chest again. "It tastes better like that..."

An exhalation full of satisfaction runs out of him, and he puts his arms around me but to turn me around. My face nestles in the crook of his neck, and I feel his hands grip my hips to heave me up and position me higher, before going down to my butt. "I need to tell you something."

"What?" I fiddle with my lips while staying in the hollow, but I touch his Adam's apple in a delicate manner. "I missed spanking that butt of yours...I needed to confess about it."

I laugh like an idiot after such words but gaze up at him. "I missed grabbing yours too then."

"I didn't know you could reach them," he dares to mock me even in this situation, but I do not accept it anymore. "All right, Sir," I act like I'm mad but still grin, and I get away from him to stand up and go away. "You're way too mean."

"Baby! Come back! You can't leave me like that!" he tries to catch my hand, but I go away with my arms crossed. "Are you leaving your man all alone when he thought he would cuddle his little one until they both fall asleep?" he does it right.

I cease my path and hate him for being so good at this. "Hm?" he gazes at me after making one of the most adorable sounds. He knows I like it when he does it, either this sounds hot, or this sounds cute depending on the situation. His big eyes shining with warm sparkles get me by the feelings. I crawl onto the sofa to move back towards him but stop next to him, I stay on my knees. "I'm waiting for some apologies," I lay my hands on the cushions and incline my body towards him.

As expected, he has a glimpse of my cleavage but smirks and inches closer, he cups the side of my neck and touches it with his tongue to press a wet kiss on it. "Happy?" he pulls away. "Happy, but not satisfied," I reply, with cockiness.

"If I start, I don't stop. You know that, right?" he hides one hand in the pocket of his pajama pants, but I nod, with confidence. "All right then," he gives me what I'm asking for but does more than I even thought I would get from him. He bends over and begins with some kisses on my thighs, using his hands as well to fondle my curves, and I watch him kiss my inner thigh, feeling terrible butterflies everywhere at the fluffiness of his hair tickling my skin because of this. Just the sight of him with his face between my thighs is enough to make me weak in the knees.

He doesn't miss a spot but gradually goes higher with his mouth, he lifts my top up to let the bottom remain under my breasts, and he places one hand on my back while the other is on my hip. His lips and tongue mark my body, and he kisses my belly, before drifting to the side and aiming my waist that is way more sensitive than I thought.

I giggle, and my body squirms and jerks to the side, too feeble to handle it. I keep my back against the sofa, however, he doesn't care about it, he continues and fills my body with shivers because of my ticklish side. "Jungkook—" I laugh but moan unwittingly, and he takes this opportunity to put his face between my thighs and kiss the inner part of it. This reminds me of last night and all the sensations he spread through me, this isn't a good idea.

My toes curl once he goes really low, and I clutch the cushions once he uses his tongue. I'm feeling extremely hot. His big eyes meet mine, and he smiles at me. "I thought you wanted my apologies..." he plays with my weaknesses and approaches his face from mine. I bite my lips and lose all my boldness. The power he owns is way too big for me to even try to equal it.

"Be a good girl," he presses a kiss on my lips and takes me by the waist to get back in the position he was some minutes earlier, and he puts me on his lap. I hug him back, silently.

"You're so cute," he chuckles with his manly voice, but my lips turn up, and I hide my face in his neck while he's embracing me.

"I thought about something yesterday though," he doesn't let the silence remain for too long. "What?"

"Your best friend, is it someone I know?" his hands pass over my butt and lower back as I'm not moving but staying in my comfortable position, on his tough and protective body. "It's still Minjae, but he has to take care of his baby all alone because he broke up with his girlfriend who cheated on him...this hurts me a lot, so I'm there for him."

"You really are there for everyone, you're a precious little human," he rubs my back and rests his head on mine, exposing his smile that must have been caused by me, which makes me proud. "Well... he needs someone. He was heartbroken, and now he has to take care of a baby that the mother didn't even want, but since he was completely against abortion, he told her to not do it and that he would take care of him all by himself if he has to...I tried to comfort him, to reassure him, I often spent entire days with him because he's stressed out and a bit down...I really hate those people who cheat, that's the most horrible thing to do to a person who loves you..."

"How old is he now?" he listens to me, his fingers running up my spine. "Twenty, soon twenty-one."

"Oh, he's really young on top of that," he has some empathy for him. "Don't you see his mother anymore?" I lift my head up to look into his eyes, and he shakes his head. "I kind of lost contact with her when I left the country."

"Hm..." I emit, but my fingers go up to his ear to tout with it. He stares at me without saying anything, his hands still tracing shapes over my back, but on my skin. "If we ever have a daughter, my parents are always going to ask to see her," his adorable smile grows on his face. "Why?"

"Because they always wanted a daughter. They constantly remind me that 'they wanted me too and were never disappointed, but they just would have loved to have a daughter too', so they're going to feel like parents again," he chuckles at the thought of he, making me feel soft since I know how great his parents are. "Aw. I hope you didn't feel sad when you heard them say that."

"At first, I admit that it wasn't good to hear, but then they explained, so I was like 'Hm. Okay'," he grins despite the effect it must have had on him, his parents must maybe have used their words the wrong way. "It's okay, remember that you're the one I've always wanted," I put my hands at either side of his face to hold it and kiss his soft lips. "Jeez...that's the reason why I love you so much," he shows some fondness. "But honestly, the worst is what they do afterward though...they never stop arguing about who made this not happen, and the older they get, the worse it is."

"Oh, that's the total opposite of you then," I grab the first opportunity to compliment him. "Really, and why is that?" he raises his eyebrows but spurs me to tell him more, his hands sliding higher under my cloth that doesn't cover what it's supposed to. "Because the older you get, and the better you become."

"Wait, does that mean I was ugly when I was younger?" his stupidity gets him to receive a kind slap on the cheek. "Don't twist my words. You've always been pretty. You age like fine wine, and wine at the beginning is just grapes, but grapes are very good, their taste is good, their texture, their—"

"Oh, you like my texture, baby?" he smirks but makes us both laugh like dirty people. "You like to twist my words, you're way more naughty than I am, but you just hide it."

"You knew what you were doing when you said that, stop it," he gives me a soft spank when he knows how much I like it. "Ok, maybe I did," I roll my eyes but giggle since he's right. "Now I know you like my taste, my texture, and more," he doesn't talk about anything else, teasing me about it. "Yes, I do. Are you happy to hear it?"

"I am really happy," he nods, and I push my body up on his to wrap my arms around his neck, but he groans and passes his hands under my shorts, bending his head back to rest it on the sofa and gaze up into my eyes. After the types of conversation we just had, I play with him and use the tip of my tongue to subtly lick his lips.

He smiles but gazes down at my lips, and his rosy ones part against mine as I seem to have made him want more. He licks my lips in a gentle and enticing manner, his tongue always working the perfect way, I open my mouth a little since I want him to go further, and once I slide my tongue inside his mouth, he does the same to me but grabs my butt and makes me push my hips forth uncontrollably, rubbing my body onto him.

He grips my skin with enough strength to make me grind onto him, and we both kiss each other hungrily. "I managed to control myself some minutes earlier..." he sighs and bites my bottom lip to turn me on, so I stop. "Do you want me to stop?"

His hands control my hips and make me sit astride him to give some thrust. He stares into my eyes but slightly makes it hard for me to maintain the contact because of how intense it is. "Don't stop..." he breathes out heavily. "I love when you tease me..." he bites his lips right before my eyes and sends shivers all over my body.

— Three days later —

Tuesday, December 25, 2024.

Midnight.

"Merry Christmas, baby," he takes me in his arms and presses his lips on mine. The night only starting for us. I kiss him back and smile at him, but since it's an important time of the day, my heart feels a bit shaky in my chest. We smile at each other, but he cups my face with his hands to whisper some words against my lips. "It's time for the gifts," he steps away and moves towards the Christmas tree. He grabs the small white box that was his, but I also take my own box, and we both sit down on the sofa.

"Let's start with yours," he makes me go first, so I do it but hand him the box. "Open it."

He takes hold of it and undoes the wrapping in a delicate manner, not tearing it up, once he sees what type of present this is, he beams and gazes at me. "I'm going to cry," he chuckles, but his expression shows that his words might not be to joke with me. He places the wrapping on the side, my heart going through a horrible moment full of tension and fear.

Once he opens the small box made of red leather, a small note comes within sight, and the promise ring appears, brightly. He holds the box in his masculine hands but takes the note to unfold it and read what is written.

'My strong man,

I know we've been through a lot these last years, and I honestly thought I would never see you again after so much time. I always hoped for this to happen since I thought I would only remember us as if this was just a dream that ended quickly, but I want you to know that I'm not mad at you for your decisions because I know you just tried to do good. I'll never regret anything with you, no matter what you think, being with you makes me happy, it makes me forget how difficult life can sometimes be, and I always wake up and go to bed with a smile on my face because I know you're here with me, even if some distance separates us, my love for you will always be the same. Don't blame yourself for what happened, you've always been a good man, a wonderful and awesome one that I would never want to lose or leave. I love you more than anything, and I hope you'll always remember when you look at that ring, that I love you and that I'm here for you like I always promised to be.

I love you so much, Jungkook♡'

His eyes that were glistening way too much for the moisture to not be made of tears, now shed them, but his burst of emotions grasps the attention of Cookie who can feel it when something is going on. Those words were maybe stupid, but since I'm not good with words I tried my best to write them down because it was easier than telling them.

He nibbles on his inner cheek, staring at the note but drifting his attention on the ring. "I know engagement rings don't remind you of anything good so...I picked a promise ring to not pressure you but still show you that I truly love you, and will always do no matter what..." I explain to him, hoping for this gift to be a good one.

"Y/n..." he sniffles but places the note on the coffee table before us, and he stands up but makes me follow his movement to end in a warm embrace. He cries in a quiet manner but holds me tight, getting me to feel his fast and strong heartbeat. I smile and hug him back.

"I wish I could go back in time and never make this mistake..." he plays with my hair, his fingers toying with it as he's crying for the first time in front of me. "I'll never forgive myself for hurting such a wonderful person like you...You can't even imagine how happy you make me, baby, and I hate myself so much every time I think about what I caused to you."

I do my best not to tear up and rub his back, affected by his shaky voice passing through his sobs. "Don't say that, I forgive you. It was just a little mistake, Jungkook. I don't want you to feel bad, and we're together now, so that's all that counts."

He moves his hand and lowers his arms to hold me by the waist, and he joins our lips, kissing me softly as his tears are still on his skin, I squeeze him with my smaller arms but feel him bring one hand up to my face to hold my jawline and give me one of the most meaningful kisses. Passion, fondness, and love, all the emotions I love him to give whenever he kisses or touches me.

"I love you so much," he smiles against my lips, his thumb caressing my cheek. I open my eyes to look at him but fall into his deep and big ones full of stars and tears. "I love you so much too."

He presses one last kiss on my lips, but holds the box between us to put the ring on his ring finger, on his left hand, which is the one that might wear an engagement ring in the future.

I know he has bad memories of marriage since his divorce, so I'm willing to wait for him to be ready and know that I won't hurt him like that woman did.

After looking at his ring with delight readable upon his face, his eyes meet mine again, and he wraps his arms around my waist. "Now I feel bad...I should be the one to buy you a ring."

"Who said it has to be the man? I can be the one to make you mine and show you I'll always be faithful," I smile but wipes his tears away. "I've always been yours, and I'll buy you the same ring, so we can wear one together. This means a lot to me."

I kiss the tip of his nose and see him beam. Just from his reaction, I can tell that this ring has a significant meaning for him,  and seeing him so happy like that, crying because of the emotions I can cause, makes me the happiest girl on earth. I'd never have thought to feel that way one day.

"Now it's time for you to open your gift, but I'm nervous...This is nothing compared to yours..." he dares to state when his gifts are the most important ones to me. One gift from him is better than thousands of gifts from other people.

"Shh. I'm already happy with just this box that you wrapped in this cute paper," I smile and take it to open remove what covers it without waiting. I check the brand's name on it, an expensive one, but lift the top up to discern what is inside.

A gorgeous, small necklace with a red heart as a charm. My lips curve even more up now that I know how this looks, and I read what is written.

'This is from my heart, to thank you for everything you have done for me, for all the times I haven't told you how I feel about you and how happy I am that you are in my life.
I love you'

"This is so beautiful, Jungkook..." I look up into his eyes but cannot believe how pretty this jewelry is. "There's something on the back," he turns the heart around, but some words appear.

'My little one'

That makes it even more unique to my own eyes. I bite my lips but put my arms to give him a big hug. "I love it so much...thank you, I'm never going to take it off."

"I'm so relieved to know you like it, it took me hours to choose the one I thought to be the best, and you have no idea how nervous I was" he smiles but takes the box in his hand. "Turn around," he removes the thin necklace from the cushion, so I do as told and stand before him. I hold my hair to make sure none of it gets stuck in it, and he closes the jewelry around my neck, with gentleness.

Then once it's done, I turn around and kiss him as well to thank him. I don't even know what to say anymore, so I just enjoy the look into his precious eyes that used to make me glance away, and I let them have their good effect on me.

"I'll never regret being fired and struggling to get here..." he speaks out in a soft voice. "You were there when I needed someone...you were always there to comfort me every day, to make me feel loved, to make me feel worth it, even when you had a tough day at school, you were still cooking and taking time to get all my stuff ready for the next day...only to make sure I would come home and be pampered," he smiles, but I listen to him. He nuzzles my nose with the tip of his and leans in to rest his forehead on mine. "I promise I'll never hurt you again, I'll never let any pain drift us apart that way. Now I honestly see my future with you and no one else, you showed me that love can be stronger than anything, and I don't give a damn about what people might say about us, I love you, and I won't let anyone or anything break us again. You deserve the world, baby, and I mean it..."

"I've always seen my future with you only...and I'm glad I've fought to be here with you, I don't regret anything," I state into his eyes without breaking the contact, and he softly expresses some happiness. "Well...I see myself with you in the future, but also...another one..." he whispers the end of his sentence, his teeth showing as his smile grew wider. "Our little one..."

My heart hits my chest violently at these words. Seeing myself with him and our baby is one of the best pictures ever, one of the best things. "I see them too, and I can't wait for them to join us."

"We'll raise Princess, Cookie, and our baby together," he grins but cannot take his eyes off of mine. I can perceive all the devotion in them, and this is honestly a blessing. "Or maybe our babies, we don't know yet," he chuckles but already plans to have more than one child, getting me to giggle. "Hm. Maybe more, we don't know. That will make us a big family."

"And most importantly, a happy one," he presses his lips on mine, his nose tenderly touching my cheekbone, we hold each other tightly, and we now enjoy our time together. Just like we used to doing it before, because now we know how special it is. Back then, we thought our love was at a wrong time, we didn't know that we would end here and realize our love is stronger than anything, and that people's opinion doesn't matter as long as we love each other.

The end.