Y/n's hands held onto the door knob of her boyfriend's personal room. She looked more hesitant and nervous than excited as she knew how many painful secrets this room held for him. Hadn't it been for his father's request for them to stay back at night in the Jeon mansion itself,maybe she wouldn't have gotten the opportunity to enter his room in his parental home.

With shaky hands, she turned the knob around to enter the large room painted in white and blue that looked nothing like his room at his mansion. This room had light colours that let bask of sunlight in except they were all closed by blinds. A large wall decorated with his childhood pictures which showed the love and innocence of a child in his eyes. A large bed in the centre of the room laid on the carpeted floor and a study stable with cabinets above. The room looked as if it had been untouched for years, making her wonder if her assumption was true , where Jungkook stayed before he shifted to his grandfather's house.

A huge bookshelf sat in one corner of the room that contained a collection of bedtime stories, a few academic books from preschool and a few drawing books with art equipment.

She was unsure if touching Jungkook's childhood memories was a good idea or not, but she decided to do it anyway. She had accepted him with his past, so it didn't matter how dark or bad it was,she knew she would still like him the same way.

Opening the bookshelf, her eyes followed the sight of an iron man toy in the corner of the upper shelf making her chuckle. Reaching up for it, she held the toy, which looked a bit worn out with a few scratches and a worn off colour.

“Never knew you were such a Marvel boy when you were a baby, Mr Jeon.” She grinned already thinking of the ways in which she could tease him.

Looking at the shelf below it, she came across a few sketch books and photo albums. Gathering them, she sat herself down on the carpeted floor, devouring her time to take a look at how her boyfriend was before he was tainted by the dark shadow of violence.

When she opened the first page, a smile stretched on her lips reading the beautiful calligraphed sentence “Welcome to Jungkook's World.”

The next page held a painting of a tree. The leaves were light purple in shade and the branches of the tree assembled in the shape of a heart. A lavender carpet was painted near the bark of the tree with green bushes across. The sky was painted in hues of blue, orange and red depicting all the phases of a day in one single portrait. At the corner of the page, she noticed a smiley with initials JK. The portrait had so many colours that it was almost unimaginable to think that it was made by the same man who had no colour other than black, grey and white in his life now.

Her fingers danced on his name initials as she continued looking at the tree drawing he made at the age of four. “Talented as always.” She softly whispered to herself.

Flipping to the next page, she saw a scenery at the page. It wasn't as colourful as the previous one, but it looked peaceful. The sky was painted in light blue and clouds danced in its expanse. At the middle of the page a mountain full of green bushes was drawn showing the exact same reflection in water. Everything was so calm and peaceful in that picture that she could see nothing but just marvel at the sight of different shades of blue and green.

Then there was a painting of a sunset with lavender clouds in the golden sky reflecting its beauty in a silent water. It was like a real depiction of sunsets that she read in the books. Sunset had never been so beautiful as it was on his paper.

The next page held the drawing of five people. It didn't take long for her to realise that the picture was the depiction of his family from his point of view. The picture contained figures of a woman , a man, two guys and a cute toddler. A wave of melancholy passed through her when she viewed the picture carefully. There were five figures but only four of them were together. She read the names written below each figure. Jin, Sohee , Dad and Mom. While his name was written under the boyish figure that was separated by a distance from his family.

“Did he always feel so alone?” She murmured, her throat feeling tight at the bitter scene. Jungkook's father had mentioned earlier that his mother didn't really pay much attention to him as she was only focused on Jin, but Y/n could only wonder what Jungkook might have felt to express his loneliness in his drawings when he was barely seven or eight.

With a heavy heart, she flipped the page to come across the sketch of a boy. He looked a bit older and was coloured with black with strains of tears flowing down his face. With the intensity of the stroke of the brushes on the paper, it looked like it was made with an emotion of hatred and anger rather than love like the previous ones. This painting was the most monochromatic one in the entire book, leaving an impression that it was the one that coloured his life that way thereafter.

As she continued looking at the sketch, her heart felt so heavy almost like constricting itself in the narrow space. The abstract held so many unspoken emotions of the nine year old kid that made her realise maybe her pain was nothing compared to what her boyfriend went through.

With every page the colours filling his life decreased along with the peace and love until there was nothing but only the shades of black left on the page.

She let out a shaky breath and flipped onto the next page, fearing what it held only to find it blank like the rest of the book.

With shaky fingers, she reached for the photo album next to sketch books. When she flipped onto the first page, a few letters fell on the floor, gaining her attention.

The pages looked torn and old but the pain that they held were almost like wounds of fresh knives on Jungkook's skin. With a gulp she opened the first letter.

‘Mom said I should have died.’The first line itself managed to pull out a gasp from her shaky lips. ‘I really wish I died instead of Jin. He deserves to live. I feel like I am getting killed everyday, Jin. Without you everything is bad. Mom burnt me today with her cigarette. I can see red marks on my arms and it's paining so hard. I don't know what to put. It feels itchy but when I scratch it I end up scratching out more and drawing out blood. My white t-shirt is all red but Mom said if I don't wash my clothes, she will beat me up with a stick. I am trying hard to clean it but my hands are in pain. I don't feel energy anymore. Nothing feels good without you, Jin. I wish I died instead of you.’

She hadn't realised when a lone tear fell from her eyes as she read the first letter. These letters were written by her boyfriend when he was nothing but an eight year old kid. But the pain behind those words was more than a man of fifty could ever endure.

She swallowed the knot in her throat, opening the next letter. ‘I feel hungry. I haven't eaten anything for four days. Mom says I don't deserve to eat anything. When I told Mom I wanted the cupcakes she used to make for you, she pushed me down and slapped me hard. She said she would never make cupcakes for me, because I don't deserve to eat something so sweet after I have killed you. My head hurts. Hand hurts. I feel weak. I am thirsty but there's no water. I remember how you used to give me chocolates. Please come back. I promise I will study well. I won't steal your ice cream. I promise I will be a good brother, but please come back. Mom hates me. She beats me with belt. It hurts. Everything hurts. But I can't tell anything to Dad or else she will not feed Sohee. So I am telling this to you. Please don't tell this to anyone. I will be good but please come back. I will go rather than you. I will die-’

She crumbled the paper in a swift motion, unable to read any further. It felt like someone had stabbed her straight into the heart. She knew his mother was cruel but starving an eight year old? Who was her own son. Burning and beating him until he starved and calling him burden and a murderer until a cheerful boy turned into nothing but an emotionless man? She hated and tortured him to a level until he wished that he was the one who died. Not even in her dreams could she ever feel what Jungkook went through in his earlier ears.

After a few minutes, she heard footsteps nearing the door and she knew they belonged to him. Wiping her tears, she hid his letters under a carpet, flipping the album to a random page.

“What is my girlfriend doing?” Jungkook looked at her  before walking into the room and closing the door thereafter. He leaned back on the door, his hands thrusting deep into his pockets as he watched her intently.

“I was just looking at your childhood pictures.” She said with a smile, but it quiet didn't reach her eyes the way they always did. He had a feeling that she saw something in this room that was capable enough to give her a glance at his painful childhood. Something he did not want.

Walking upto her, he bent down to her level, caging her face in his palms. When he looked into her eyes, they were covered with sorrow and a moist layer of tears covered her under eye. Her nose was pink and lips dry, confirming she definitely cried. She tried hiding her tears but Jungkook was well versed to her by now. He could read her like an open book, and however hard she tried controlling her emotions he could always see them.

But he didn't interrogate her further about why she cried because he knew if she wanted him to know the reason, she wouldn't have hid at the first place.

So he said nothing, but lowered his gaze at her dried lips. His thumb caressed her cheek, sending shivers down her body and his embrace felt like a warm coat of wool in a snowy weather. His breath fanned against her cheek as he tilted her face to meet his.

Warmth blossomed in Y/n's chest, sparks igniting as Jungkook leaned in close, lips brushing together, tentatively, at first .  The smell of her vanilla perfume, of the soft, peachy scent of her conditioner, was dizzying, butterflies dancing in his stomach.  But warmth consumed him as she leaned into the kiss, her lips impossibly soft against his own. Her lips were soft, almost silken, and pillowy against his own. He could feel the soft tickle of her breath beneath his nose, fingers carding through her hair as they breathed each other in.

With their lips pressed against each other they conveyed unsaid emotions they felt for each other.

His lips were warm and soft. And when she pressed her tongue on his lower lip, he parted them slightly, allowing her tongue to slip inside. She tasted him, his pain, his dark past and he tasted her love, her concern and her comfort through the brush of their lips. After what felt like an eternity they withdrew from each other with much pain, but held each other close.

He brushed his nose along her cheek as he spoke against her lips, “You shouldn't be sitting on cold floor. You will catch cold.”

She smiled against his lips, before murmuring. “Then you should keep me warm.”

His brow shooted up appreciatively, his tongue glistening his lower lip. “You want me to bury myself deep inside you?” His voice turned an octave lower sending shivers down her spine.

Shaking head she giggled nervously trying to cool off the heat blazing from this man. “Are you always so horny?”

A smile lifted up on the corners of his lips, he wasted no time in leaning down and capturing her lower lip before leaving it with a gentle tug of his teeth. Did not matter how much he kissed her in a day, he could never get over the feeling of her plump and moist lips sliding between his own.

“I am not always horny. It's just that you are very sexy.” He whispered, tracing her thighs as his lips continued to kiss her.

Her fingers threaded in his soft locks and he moaned in her mouth when she tugged him back.

“By keeping me warm, I meant this.” She pushed him on the ground with a firm shove before setting herself on his lap. She extended the lapels of his coat and buried herself into the warm wool of his coat with her back comfortably positioning against his front. His arms involuntarily tightened around her waist as he adjusted her on his lap. His nose sniffed the heady fragrance of her body.

She looked back at him with a beam on her face and pressed her lips in a brief peck on his. He rested his chin over her head as she leaned back comfortably in his embrace, fitting as if she always belonged there.

Taking hold of the album that was now on the floor, Jungkook carefully opened the old, torn album to place it in her lap for both of them to take a look at it.

The first picture was of two year old Jungkook beaming widely at the camera with all of his teeth showing. Y/n grinned looking at the younger version of him. “See.” She said pointing at his childhood photograph. “You look so good when you smile. You have such a beautiful smile. You should smile more often.”

Jungkook let out a breathy chuckle while he nuzzled in her neck, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.

In the second picture, Jungkook was in half sitting position with his fingers showing a sign of victory. He wore a red hoodie and blue joggers. His head was tilted on a cute angle and his other hand held half bitten snack. His chubby cheeks looked so kissable, she almost felt eating them through the photograph.

“You were so cute, Kook. Your cheeks were so chubby. I just want to eat you.” She turned and bit on his cheek lightly earning his sincere laugh in the process. He said nothing but kissed her cheek before resting his chin on her shoulder.

Looking at the third picture, Y/n's eyebrows furrowed and her lips twisted in a bitter way. The photo was of a girl kissing Jungkook's cheek. They wouldn't have been more than six in that picture but she felt like tearing that photo apart.

“Who is this girl?” She said in the most bitter tone that she herself didn't know she was capable of. Jungkook looked down at the picture and then at his girlfriend who was frowning with an adorable pout. He could swear on his life that he hadn't ever seen a girl who looked cute and sexy at the same time. But his girlfriend did.

But he couldn't miss the venom coming out from her bitter tone. Y/n was always soft spoken whose tone hardly crossed a higher decibel but when she was angry and jealous she couldn't stop herself from expressing her displeasure.

Once he hated women getting possessive over him. He hated if any woman would show any kind of authority on him. But now, he enjoyed every bit of possessiveness his girlfriend had for him. He liked when she got jealous, he liked when she threw daggers at other girls who looked at him when they were in crowd. But she never crossed her limits with her possessiveness, she kept her control, she never appeared toxic or controlling to him. Rather he felt as if he belonged to her. He felt like he was wanted by someone. For first time in his life he felt that someone actually wanted him in their life.

He was so busy admiring his girlfriend that he hadn't noticed until she turned her head and narrowed her eyes at him. “Who is she?”

He looked down at the picture, not clearly remembering the girl. “She was our neighbour I think. I don't clearly remember.”

“You don't remember? She is kissing your cheek!” She exclaimed almost furious, but that only made her look cuter in his eyes.

“Baby, we were only six then. If I would have known I would have a girlfriend in the future, I wouldn't have let any woman near me.” He kissed her temple, pinching her her cheek.

His words made her heart melt. He almost succeeded in making her smile, but she held herself.

“Whatever.” She swatted his hand away from her cheek.

He touched her nose with the tip of his index finger. A silly smile lined his lips as he said, “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

“Then I must look like a supermodel right now because I’m furious.” Jungkook thought the statement was hilarious. He burst into bubbles of laughter that chained with every hoot.

Had she ever heard a sound so contagiously sexy as his laugh? No, she had not. And that was because the words contagious and sexy were never in the same sentence. Most things that were contagious weren’t sexy. But his laugh was. It spread through her bones and aroused a laugh from within her.

This laugh wasn’t a courteous chuckle like the ones he would give to his board members when he was forced to smile. This was a full-on belly laugh that stung his eyes with mirthful tears. How in the world was she supposed to argue with him when he was being this adorable?

A whistle left his lips as he wiped under his eyes. “You’re really funny, Cupcake.” Well, that surprised her. She arched her brow.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“May I get that in writing?” He leaned forward with yet another smile that melted her panties and cooked her bones. “Nope,” he said, stealing a kiss that stole her heart and left her breathless.

Their eyes held each other's gaze. They stared at each other with no words spoken staring into each other's soul.

Gripping her chin, he tipped her face towards him. “Do you know why I never kissed anyone on the lips before?”

She shook her head, shuddering as she felt his hot breath on her lips that were only inches apart. “When I was young, I read a story where a devil lived all alone in an abandoned palace. He was cursed that he would never be able to find peace. Everyone hated him, cursed him, called him names, used him. But then a beautiful girl walked into his palace, and swept him by his feet . Even though she knew he was a devil and could harm her, she stayed by his side and healed him. Slowly they grew fond of each other and came closer. Until one day they kissed.” He stopped brushing their noses as he continued their story. “When he kissed her, for the first time in his life he felt at peace. His curse was broken and he came back to life. He did not know she had the power of breaking his curse, but when he was with her he felt serene, he felt loved. He felt someone was there who heard him and saw the real him rather than accusing him like others did. He felt cherished and acknowledged. That was the moment I decided I won't kiss any random person. If ever it happened, I would only kiss someone who understood me. Who had the ability of penetrating my heart and who I would risk everything for.”

A gratified look passed between their eyes. His thumb slipped under her shirt caressing her spine as a gulp passed down her throat. Their eyes spoke what words could not.

She couldn't speak anything, she was too stunned to speak any word. But she felt content somewhere deep down in her heart knowing that she was that one person whom Jungkook waited for his life.

“Why do you call me your angel, Jungkook?” She spoke gently, letting her whisper pass on his lips like a soft caress.

“Because you give me wings to fly when my own sins restrain me.”

A slow, simmering warmth passed through her body and her veins throbbed with pleasure that he could feel under his fingertips. Her breathing escalated and he couldn't help but notice the curve of her breast that followed her deep movements.

A blood rush spiked through her veins. This man trusted her so much. Much more than she could ever trust herself. She wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled his neck with her nose. It was surprisingly warm, and smooth, yet strong. All like him.

“I get scared sometimes.” She whispered, swallowing her cry. “Scared that I will disappoint you and break your heart.”

“Why are you afraid?” He swept a strand of hair behind her ear. “I will never ask for more than what I know you can give me. You’ve trusted me with your body. Now I am asking you to trust me with your heart. And you can never disappoint me, Sweetheart. ”

As she leaned into his touch, she realised she didn’t need the warmth of the sun. Or the blanket of the wind. Nor did she need the protection offered from the distance. All she needed was the man who was in front of her. The one whose commands made her stomach do summersaults. The one who owned not just her body but her heart.

“eísaí i zoí mou.” He said in his deep voice.

Goosebumps travelled along the length of her body, when his lips grazed her temple and his husky voice rang in her ears. She did not know exactly what he told, but it sounded extremely sexy coming from his mouth.

“Which language is that?”

“Greek.”

“You speak Greek!” She exclaimed, proud of her boyfriend.

“So do you. If you speak English, you’re speaking some sort of Greek.”

She huffed, highly doubting what he’d said. “I didn’t understand a thing you said earlier.”

He bit her neck, his eyes glistened with mischief. “I’ll have to teach you.”

Her mind instantly flew down the gutter. Images of her in a schoolgirl’s uniform. Of Jungkook wearing his usual suit, except this time he replaced his briefcase with a ruler. Suddenly, the breezy day turned summer hot.

“I’ll be sure to misbehave, Mr Jeon.”

“I’d expect nothing less.”

They exchanged a knowing smile.

Her fingers scratched the nape of his neck, earning a hum of satisfaction from him. “You are a man of many talents, Kook.”

“What other talents of mine do you know about?” he rasped, his eyes closed, loving the feeling of her fingers through his scalp.

“Painting. I saw your sketchbook-” she stopped mid sentence when Jungkook slowly opened his eyes and looked straight into hers. Now her heart beated against her chest harshly.

What if he didn't like her going through his personal stuff? Would that upset him?

“You saw my sketchbook?” He asked gently but his voice seemed firm. She tried prying her gaze away from his eyes, but he held her chin to stop her from looking away. “Don't try to lie to me. I can read your eyes. I already know the answer. I just want to hear it from you.”

“I did.”

“The letters too?” He asked further.

“Some. Not all.” She accepted. There was no point in denying when he himself claimed how well he could read her. “But I didn't mean to pry your personal space. I swear. I just came to your room because this was the first time I entered your room. The place where you spent your childhood. I started looking at the place and when I found your books I sat down to see them. At first it was just out of curiosity but then as I proceeded I was more intrigued to know about you. I am really sorry, if that hurts you. I promise I won't do it again.” She said all in one breath.

She closed her eyes, waiting for him to lash out at her. He was an extremely private person from how much she knew him, and touching something that was so close to him might have triggered him, she thought.

But rather than a shout, what she earned herself was a peck on her forehead. Frowning, she opened her eyes to find her boyfriend looking at her with adore in his eyes.

“You are not angry?” She asked , her tone surprisingly audible.

He smiled, cupping the back of her neck while rubbing his thumb against her jaw. He couldn't help but marvel at the fact that how easily her entire face fitted in his palm.

“How can I be angry with you when you look this cute?”

Her eyebrows furrowed further and lips lifted up in a pout. “You sounded upset. I thought you would be mad that I touched your personal stuff. I thought maybe you don’t want me to look at them.”

“It's not that I don't want you to look at them.” He said with an exhale. “It's just that I don't want to burden you with the heaviness of my past.” His lips touched her nose in a fluttery touch. “You are too bright and beautiful for my dark and ugly past, Cupcake. I don't want to taint you.”

She shifted on his lap, both of her legs swinging against his one side while she held onto him tightly. “Bold of you to assume you can taint me, Mr Jeon. Because I am already getting coloured in your colours. And trust me I look more beautiful than ever.”

His heart trembled hearing her sweet voice that sounded like a melody to his ears. His static, stone heart quivered under the heat of her touch when she lay her palm flat on his chest.

“Tell me all about yourself, Kook. I won't be scared.” Licking her dry lips, she kissed him. “Please.” She felt the need to add the last word. It was the cherry on top, completing the sentence.

“Are you sure, Cupcake?”

“I am.” She nodded confident that no darkness would ever be able to mask the brightness in their life.

Or so she thought.

Sighing, Jungkook flipped to the next page of his album. A sad smile crept his face when he saw the picture. It was a picture of Jin playing the piano and he leaned onto his chest as he saw his brother playing it. He was five that time.

“This.” He pointed at the picture. “This is when Jin had started playing piano. He was a great student. He wanted to be a pianist.” He chuckled at the sad memory. “I was always fascinated by whatever he did. He was the reason I started liking music. He was my teacher. Gradually, I started playing piano as well.” His throat constricted and burnt as he swallowed his sorrow. “After he died, one day I tried playing piano again, to make him proud. But I couldn't get the notes right. Somehow all the melody turned into a harsh noise. I was angry at myself that I couldn't play one note right. I started hitting my hand on the piano table, agitated at myself. Mom saw this and thought that I was trying to break Jin's memories. She said I was so jealous of Jin that I couldn't bear the sight of his belongings. So she broke the piano herself and bit me with every broken wood of the piano. She threw all the keys of the piano in front of my eyes. I was bleeding badly, but nothing pained me more than seeing our piano being broken.” He closed his eyes, not wanting to flash that awful memory in front of his eyes. “I never touched the piano after that. I never heard music.”

A long tear escaped her eyes, but Jungkook was quick to drink it with his lips, tasting the salinity of the water.

She did not say anything. She could not. She just could not.

Turning onto the last photograph of the album, Jungkook's body tightened. She could feel a shiver pass down her body, when he looked at the picture with his eyes turning into ice.

“This one is bad. Do you want to hear it?” His voice was cold. The coldest she had heard in the span of three months since they met.

“If remembering these things gives you pain, then no. I don’t want to put you through those hurtful emotions again. But if you want to share, then I am all ears.”

“I want to share it with you. I don't know why but sharing my past with you has become easy.” He stared down at the picture where he and Jin stood in the snow park. They stood in front of the artificially made igloo. Both of them hugging and watching each other with the broadest smiles. “This was just a month before the accident happened. It was a theme park with a snow world in it. I remember how excited we were the entire time. We loved skating. We loved snow. Playing there, throwing snowballs at each other. But we never had a chance to go and skate on a proper ice rink. We weren't so trained and dad told us that he would take us to the ice rink once we finished our exams. But we could never do that.” He said with his heart voice.

He leaned back, taking support of the bed and carried her with him. He held her close to him, tucking her near his heart, just where he needed her. “It was two months after he died. It was his birthday. He was a winter baby. I missed him so badly and I wanted to fulfil his last wish. I wanted to visit the ice rink and celebrate his birthday. I felt that maybe I could get close to him. But I was naive.” He shook his head. “I was so wrong. When I told my Mom about this, she thought I was using Jin's name to have fun. She thought I wasn't in grief, rather all I could think about was having fun. So she did what she waited to do for so long. She burnt me for the first time.” A horrified tremble passed through her and her fingers immediately clutched on to his jacket. “She used her iron and pressed them against my skin. I still remember its first touch against my skin. The harsh sensation against my skin. That first scream that left my lips.” His words came out in a gritted tone as he suppressed his emotions. “It was snowing that day. She gave me burns and locked me outside the house with nothing but a single layer of clothes. I was in pain, but there was no medicine. I just wanted that burning sensation to fade away. And all I could do was rub the snowflakes on the ground over my wounds to soothe it. It couldn't heal me completely ,but it felt a bit nice against my skin. I don't remember how long I rubbed it and how long I cried until I passed out. All I remember is being woken up by our house help and my arms covered with antiseptic creams.”

She tried to speak, but she was choked with tears. “H-how can a mother be so cruel?”

“I don't know. Maybe I wasn't a good son.” He said with a sad chuckle.

“Bulshit!” She exclaimed, almost losing her senses. “You’re a very good son. The best I have known. Don't let her thoughts submerge the good side of you, Jungkook. You say my eyes tell the truth, right? Then look into them and see how good you are. Don't let your past throw you into darkness please.”

She hugged him tight, so tight that he could feel himself being crushed, but her hold was firm. Almost afraid that he would vanish into thin air if he weren't held.

He smiled to himself, pulling her closer to let their bodies mesh into each other's. “How can I throw myself into darkness when you are my daylight?”

A chuckle broke through her sob, and she punched his arm lightly. “Don't act all sweet now.”

“But it's true.” He said, bringing her to face himself. Just looking at her pink and flushed cheeks and pouty red lips drove him insane.

They stared into each other's eyes until she spoke with a hesitant voice. “C-Can I see your scars?”

“You want to?” He asked, raising his eyebrows to which she nodded. “You can barely see anything. They're all covered up by tattoos.”

“I know. But you are forgetting I have a deep relationship with scars as well. I think I can make out those.”

“Okay.” He said in a soft whisper. Standing up, he removed his jacket and threw it on the bed and then removed his T-shirt. Y/n sucked in a breath when her boyfriend's magnificent body came into her view. For a person who did not know his story, his body was a breathtaking piece of art, but only she knew what hid behind those tattoos.

Sucking a breath, she rounded him up, examining his arms and his back. The scars could hardly be seen but whenever her eyes shifted along the length of his body, she could feel him shudder under her gaze.

For Jungkook, this was the first time he felt so bare in front of anyone. The look that she had in her eyes while she scrutinised his scars, without judging him, brought him a different pleasure. He watched as her entire body sweated under his eyes.

Jungkook couldn’t resist the siren. He leaned forward and dried her collarbone with his tongue. Y/n's body went rigid at the softness of his caress. He arched her neck, allowing him better access to her throat. He nuzzled his way to her jawline and until it was almost on her lips. They were nothing but a centimetre apart.

She stared up at him, dark eyes flashing, nostrils slightly flared, breasts heaving as she struggled to slow her fast breathing.

His pupils darkened, turning almost smoky as her voluptuous, pillowy lips parted on a soundless breath.

They stared at each other. The electricity crackling between them was enough to power every house in the city.

As Jungkook watched, her eyes lowered to his throat, following the movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed convulsively. Her gaze lingered there for a moment before dropping lower. Jungkook's heart thudded as she stared at his bare chest, her eyes filled with a smouldering, naked hunger that knocked the air from his lungs.

“Touch me,” he commanded, hoarse with need.

Y/n raised her eyes to his taut face.

“Please,” he whispered huskily.

Slowly and tentatively, she lifted her hand. Jungkook watched through heavy-lidded eyes as she experimentally laid her palm against his chest. A hard shudder swept through him. Her hand was soft and incredibly warm, her touch searing his skin. All the blood in his body seemed to converge upon that single point of contact before rushing, hot and heavy, to his loins.

Her touch was like an ointment on his scars that seemed to seep into his bones.

His heart thundered furiously as Y/n began to explore him, trailing her fingers over the thick cords of his shoulders and along the rigid planes of his chest. Jungkook couldn’t remember the last time he felt so vulnerable. When her hand grazed his nipple, it hardened. Her lips parted slightly, as if she didn't already know that she could elicit such a response from him.

Fascinated, she brushed her thumb back and forth across the flat dark nipple, teasing and tormenting him. Jungkook closed his eyes, swallowing a ragged groan. It escaped a moment later when her roaming hand slid down to his abdomen, inching ever closer to where his engorged shaft strained against the zipper of his jeans.

Jungkook opened his eyes, and their gazes locked.

No words were spoken.

He lowered his head and slanted his mouth over hers.

At the first touch of her warm, luscious lips beneath his, a jolt of pure need sizzled through his veins and raced to his groin. She tasted like heaven, her mouth so soft and inviting it was as though she had been made just for him.

Wanting to take his time and savour her, he moulded his mouth to hers, exploring the soft, sensual contours of her lips. She trembled beneath him. He sank his fingers into the thick, silken mass of her hair, his other hand banding around her waist to draw her against the full length of his body. She leaned into him, her arms sliding up his chest to wrap around his neck. Jungkook shuddered at the feel of her soft, round breasts crushed to his chest. As he traced his tongue over her lips and licked the inner seam, she shivered, rocking her hips against his pelvis. Jungkook felt a dark thrill of pleasure.

He opened his mouth over hers, urging her lips to part, demanding it. The moment they did, he plunged his tongue inside the sweet, velvety heat of her mouth. She let out a broken moan, the sound igniting his blood. The kiss exploded. Teeth scraped. Tongues tangled feverishly, erotically. In the space of a heartbeat Jungkook went from kissing her to ravaging her.

He cupped her breast, and she gasped into his mouth. Through the thin cotton of her crop top, he circled the outline of her nipple with the pad of his thumb. Her breast swelled in his hand, her nipple beaded beneath his touch. His other hand roamed down her spine, spanning her flared waist before cupping her lush, shapely bottom and holding her tightly against his throbbing erection. Her husky moan of pleasure joined his own.

He dragged his mouth from hers to nuzzle the delicate, sensitive skin behind her ear before trailing lower, raining kisses along her throat. Her skin was as soft as silk, hot and damp with perspiration. He inhaled her scent, an intoxicating blend of the light, exotic perfume she wore mingled with her own natural essence. He flicked his tongue over the pulse beating at the hollow of her neck and gently suckled her.

“Kook.” She whimpered his name, cupping the back of his head and urging him closer as his lips returned hungrily to hers.

With a rough, guttural sound, he slammed her to the nearby table, grasped her bottom and lifted her onto it. Her eyes widened slightly at this sudden change in air. But when he stepped between her legs, she wrapped them tightly around his waist. He groaned, the sound both tortured and relieved. Their lips and tongues fused in a hot, carnal kiss that left them both panting. Suddenly the air in the room seemed hotter than before, thick with the musk of their arousal. A slick sheen of sweat covered their bodies, and their pounding heartbeats blended as one.

Jungkook couldn’t get enough of Y/n. Her taste, her heady scent, the silken warmth of her skin, the voluptuous curves of her body. Sucking on her bottom lip, he rubbed his bare chest against her nipples until the friction made them stand out. She groaned and clung to his shoulders.

He could feel the tension tightening in her limbs, he could hear her breath coming in short, ragged gasps that matched his own. Her hips writhed frantically against him, grinding against his erection in a manner that threatened to drive him over the edge.

Hands tangling in her hair, Jungkook deepened the openmouthed kiss, his hips thrusting against her in a blatantly erotic imitation of what he wanted to do to her with no barriers separating their bodies. Y/n moaned, eagerly matching his rhythm. He reached between their bodies and cupped her mound, imagining the glorious heat and wetness that lay just beyond his touch. Y/n shivered hard. And then suddenly she stiffened. Her nails bit into his back and she arched in his arms, her head falling back as she let out a hoarse, startled cry. Jungkook held her trembling body, revelling in the force of her release even as moments later his own body bucked violently, shocking him, tearing a raw expletive from his throat.

They clutched each other tightly for several moments, their foreheads resting against each other’s, their chests heaving as they struggled for breath.

At length Jungkook lifted his head and gazed down at Y/n. Her face was flushed, her hair was dishevelled and her dark eyes were wide with stunned disbelief.

“I—I can’t believe we just did that,” she whispered.

“Neither can I,” Jungkook admitted huskily.

They stared at each other until their lips broke into soft smiles. Tightening his hold on her hair, he kissed her softly on her forehead.

“Let me heal you, Kook.”

“You are already healing me, baby. Much more than I think.”