————.ᴥ︎ᴥ︎ᴥ︎ᴥ︎ᴥ︎ᴥ︎ᴥ︎ᴥ︎ᴥ︎ᴥ︎.————
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
°･:*✧✧*:･ﾟ
:・ﾟ
･ﾟ✧
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*:･ﾟ✧*

³³—won't be alone

—.ᴥ︎ᴥ︎ᴥ︎ᴥ︎ᴥ︎ᴥ—

A handful of days pass by, but these feel incredibly slow, as my brother and Jungkook are rarely seen by me. Especially Jungkook. After having taken an initiative so great, of having the honour of spearheading the next scheduled military operation that is due next month, the schedule is full-time preparations, trainings, and strategizing for the palace.

It is hard to find some work to keep myself busy with, and even harder to stay idle, having been born and brought up in a quiant little farmland and being used to doing all the work ourselves.
Grey is being taken care of at the Royal stables, and it gives me an excuse to walk all across the Palace, and to where the stables are situated, and spend a few long moments with my loyal companion.

Other than that, I have to ask around to offer my help in any way, and even though the King has been clear in his speech that I needn't do any work, I still do, help with little things, such as organising and dusting, to keep myself occupied.

After receiving the permission, me and Tae also sent a few warm, informative and assuring letters to Rae and little Jun, who must have been anxiously waiting for us to be back, and asking them to keep the information strictly to themselves. The King even asked Jaeho to deliver this message to our family himself.

Jungkook and my brother have well settled themselves into this new routine, and visit me whenever they find themselves free, which is about once, or twice (if I am fortunate) a day.
My brother comes to see me during his lunch hours, even if it is for just a few minutes, knowing well, that after having grown up so close to him and not having been separated from him for long, I tend to get antsy when apart.

Jungkook, however has been working very, very close with the King, with a burning passion that is so, so much evident to not only me, but the entire Inner Circle, to set things right. He makes me known of the little things they discuss during the meetings with the Inner Circle, and the developments of the plans relating to the next military operation, whenever he finds time to see me.

I often, in the middle of the night, or must I say, early in the morning, sense him slide into my bed, and envelope me in his warmth that sets my heart alight, even when my mind and body is at the brink of slumber. He leaves just as early as well.

The moon is a complete sphere tonight, unlike my heart that yearns to be by his side and his warmth. It must be a little over two in the morning, and sleep hasn't embraced me yet, mostly because the one's embrace I want, need, hasn't graced me with his presence yet. As the month is coming to meet its end, a trepidation in me slowly has been rising, which I think is due to the date of the operation arriving steadily, and seeing Jungkook has been growing to be rarer by the day, even though he makes it a point to still visit during my sleep.

I think this must be the cause of my sleeplessness tonight. I do not want the limited moments that I have with him to be wasted on sleep.

The doors to my chamber slides open carefully, delicately, the well oiled hinges hardly making a sound. Merely seconds later, a heavy, warm body slides behind me smoothly into the bed. Arms come to embrace me, gently pulling me back further into his chest.

When I turn in his embrace, his eyes meeting mine, and resting my chin on his chest, he hums in surprise.
"Oh? You're still awake Kyeoppu-ya?"

I offer him a lazy smile.
"I guess I missed you more than usual today."

His pleasant expression morphs into a soft frown, his eyes heavy with something akin to guilt. His one hand leaves my waist, to come rest on my cheek.

"I have really left you all alone in here, right?"

I shake my head in disagreement.
"You know I don't blame you.

"I am proud of you for what you are working towards."

His forehead comes to rest against mine, as he exhales contendly, shutting his eyes close. His fingers slide from my cheek to my jaw, and pulls me to his lips. His lips move leisurely against mine, a tingling feeling taking over the both of us. My fingers slide up his chest, his shoulders, and to his neck, finally finding home laced with the hair behind his neck that he had happened to cut a mere few days ago.

I feel my body heat up with the way Jungkook starts losing himself into the kiss, by the second. His hands start to roam my body, running over the skin of my bare arms, to my hips, and back to my waist. Pushing me to lay on my back, he comes to rest on his forearms on either sides of my head, fingers clutching my wrists, hovering over me and never seizing the overflow of passion.

It has been a few weeks since we had been intimate like this.

Eventually, after a few hundred more kisses, he lets me breath, letting his soft petals wander down, to my chin, jaw, under jaw, and then the juncture of my neck and shoulder, numbing the skin there with a hundred kisses more. Gradually, when the need for air becomes to great even for him, he rests on top of me, his head under my jaw, and breathes heavily into my skin.

Minutes pass by in silence, with just the huffs of catching air in the lungs of two individuals, who do not really feel as individuals anymore; rather, a single, unified, entwined soul.

"I'll have to be leaving on the fifteenth day from today, along with my troops. The date for the operation has been decided." He whispers into my neck.

I do not react instantaneously, even though I really feel like it. This has been inevitable since the beginning. As we lay there, evenly breathing, watching scenarios play in our mind, I finally let out what had been fighting to be let out.

"Would you...like to get married?"

He conceals his astonishment, humming in question, and pulling back to look into my eyes.

I take a deep breath, letting him know of my desire.

"I'm, I-I trust you that you won't let anything happen to yourself while you are away, but I—it's War, and I just, I want to be promised to you in the way that is most sacred, and while we are still both safe and together."

He stares into my eyes, and then smiles, the joy genuinely showing through his brown orbs for the first in a long while.

He lowers his eyes to my neck,"I-I had wanted to give you a memorable one, the perfect one I had imagined in my mind with you, but such a short notice—"

"You being present there, an officiant, our closest loved ones, and you accepting me as your wife is all I imagine as being the perfect one Guku."

His glassy eyes raise to meet mine again with an ecstatic grin.

"Kim HaeJin, love, Kyeoppu-ya, do me the honours of marrying me please?"

*:･ﾟ✧*

1301 words.

————.ᴥ︎ᴥ︎ᴥ︎ᴥ︎ᴥ︎ᴥ︎ᴥ︎ᴥ︎ᴥ︎ᴥ︎.————
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
°･:*✧✧*:･ﾟ
:・ﾟ
･ﾟ✧
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