exiting the bathroom after a warm shower, you stepped inside your bedroom. you had your robe on and hairs falling free below your shoulders. as soon as your body adapted the new environment, your nose was hit by the smoky smell of cigarettes. 

this wasn't something new to you. but at the same time, was rare.

quickly pacing towards the balcony, you peeped outside to see your husband's back leaning forward on the railings. he seemed to have no idea about getting caught by you. a few seconds later, a new breathe of smoke left his mouth disappearing in the chilly of the winter.

 "jungkook..?" you felt your voice leaving your throat so delicately. and that's when you realised, you were no longer static but moving towards him. 

he looked back at you, just the second he heard his name. "what are you doing?" you called out, bringing your hands near his lips to remove the cigarette.

"no!" he grabbed your hands, pulling his face to side and he whispered a 'no'.

you both paused. this all happened so quickly.

your arms were in his hands as he still had the cigarette between his reddish-brown lips.

"you told me you'd stop.." you silently worded it out, looking deep into his eyes with concern. and who wouldn't be? smoking in no case is a good news.

on your confrontation, he looked the other way, dropping the cigarette from his mouth. it dropped to the ground somewhere below the balcony but you didn't pay much attention to it. you were more intrigued in his side profile.

he had a really gorgeous profile. the sharp jawline that defined his face even more in the moonlight. you were losing focus when he suddenly looked back at you, "aren't you cold?" he said looking down at you wearing just a rob and damp hairs.

"c'mon!" he pulled you in his arms and then inside the room. abandoning your body he quickly closed the door to the balcony, making sure the room was now isolated.

you still had your eyes on him, wondering the reason behind him smoking again. you loved jungkook more than your life. he always made sure that you are living your best life even when he, himself, cannot. you hated him for that. you hated when he acted like everything's fine with him. you hated when he tried acting so oblivious. you wanted him to be free with his emotions in front of you. you wanted to help him. 

he gave you a small look before walking towards the bathroom. probably to brush his teeth, you wondered. your eyes followed his subtle movements and you finally decided to speak, "what happened?"

"nothing?" he didn't looked back and entered the bathroom. soon turning the tap on.

 you simply walked towards him and made him look at you, closing the tap in the moment.

"look at me and answer," you stated with a straight face. but your eyes, as jungkook saw, were concerned. he mentally laughed at your failed attempt of looking serious.

composing himself, he softly questioned, "answer what?"

"what happened? why were you smoking?"

"i told you it's nothing. i felt like smoking..so," he trailed off. at this point, he was a laughing mess, mentally.

there was literally no reason for him to become emotional. you know, once you get drugged, you want it more. it was one of those nights. however, jungkook went a too much in the feel of smoking that day.

"so..? you promised me to never smoke again," you blurted, now scolding him.

he let out a deep breathe, "fine.. i won't do it again."

"final promise?" you raised your eyebrows.

he held back a smile and replied, "final promise."

"i trust you," and with that you hugged him. you still weren't aware of the fact that jungkook wasn't sad but smiling internally. you thought he wasn't willing to share because of unknown reasons. and so, you thought of giving him space and talk about it the next day.

jungkook wrapped his hands around you, pulling you fully into his chest and adoring his chin on the top of your head. 

"jagi?" his chin moved.

"hmm?"

"but i do need something addictive," he said, making you instantly look up to his face. 

"what do you mean?" you thought he still wanted to smoke. you were losing your calm. was he not aware how badly these drugs can affect one's health?! you were so strictly against it.

"please?" he mumbled, enlarging his doe-eyes, almost melting your heart to liquids.

"jungkook, no."

"pretty, please?"

"what?-"

he attacked your lips, connecting his' with your yours. you were static but soon melted between his lips. now, engulfing his neck slowly between your arms as one of his hands massaged your back and one pressed against your nape.

"mhm,"

"better than anything," jungkook murmured as he took you in his hold.

and well,, 

to the bed, they went.