[] "how Can I Help You?" His Deep Voice Right By Your Ear Makes The Hair Behind Your Neck Stand Tall

[♡] "how can i help you?" his deep voice right by your ear makes the hair behind your neck stand tall and proud, and a shiver runs down your body when he runs his long fingers through your skin, finally positioning themselves at your shoulders, lightly massaging them.

you can feel his chin really close to you and you notice the way he whispers the words in front of him while reading, your biochemistry book intimidating him inmediately. you laugh when you notice he gets up in an instant. "i'm sorry baby, but that's hard.." he sounds kind of sad and you give him a tiny smile, looking up to find him giving you one of those pouts you love so much. "i know.." you mutter, and you slightly caress the hands on your shoulder. "thank you though" he gives you a quick hug with all of his will and you laugh at the sudden jolt of movements, your face full of his dark curls. "tae!" you chuckle once again when he gives you the fattest smooch on your cheek, a tiny peck on your lips joining afterwards.

"i'm lending you all of my strength to get through it, i love you so much"

[♡] you were well aware of jeongguk's really great features and body proportions and how all the mothers would melt at the sight of him in the waiting area of the ballet class of your daughter. He had told you the many times he had caught them staring and how he quite enjoyed it, so you weren't surprised at how he went all out with his outfit when he had to go, some nice fitting jeans and a nice shirt that would always make you melt, and you weren't even surprised at how he didn't even try to hide the smirk on his lips as he arrived and said good afternoon to the group of ladies with a deep tone that accentuated his busan satoori, the one you were now immune to it after all these years (except when you were doing adult stuff), and would actually make you laugh. it was amusing to see how the ladies stopped the things they were previously doing just to see him be.

"Hey, superstar, we're here to see your daughter, this is not a fashion show" you quickly whispered in his ear as you pinched his ass cheek, making him feel flustered and making it impossible to hold back a chuckle.

[♡] there's no point on denying how you still struggled to let your guard down even when the both of you were alone. you were 2-months into the relationship yet it still felt like every day you spent with him was one of your first ones. your hand still didn't feel confident enough to take his, and feeling his hand on your waist at night after one of your dinner dates still made you giggle like a school girl and blush like a tomato.

and tonight, first night spent between the both of you, you are taking a few more minutes looking at the mirror making sure the pajamas you'd carefully chosen weren't too revealing. you had turned around in the mirror at least a thousand times to make sure you didn't have your whole butt out (just a sneaky peek), arranged your hair in a way that the apple of your cheeks didn't look to big or your nose too long, and hid the little armpit fat you'd grown to hate so much. you had never tried that much for someone; not for anyone actually. but this time around you were so in love... so in love. you were nervous, nervous because you still didn't know how deep his love for you was, and if it was unconditional. but at the end of the day you knew he would only see perfection in what you see as imperfections. it's crazy enough to feel so elated because of love, and you mentally slapped yourself for overthinking so much to make yourself crazier.

two knocks on your door make you know that he's waiting for you. "babe, you okay?" he asks, and you shiver. he's that good. you're that in love. your body always reacts before you can even process anything. "coming out in a min!"

and it turns out that even if you come out with your previously worn clothes in your arms to hide your body from him, he still looks at you with a smile that makes you think "fuck it" and leave your clothes on the floor forgotten just to feel his arms around you in his really expensive and comfortable bed.

you'd think tomorrow about the consequences of not putting enough deodorant since namjoon takes his last minutes awake to inform you his a.c is broken and that's why he cannot cuddle you throughout the entire night.

it was all good. for now.

[♡] It's not until everything slows down and you both lay tangled upon each other, that you realize how much you love him. As your bodies try to seek full relaxation, you don't mind the ache in your legs and the marks on your hips cause it was mere proof of how he had given himself to you tonight. He had demonstrated how much you meant to him in the most special and pleasurable of ways, different than the other occasions in which the both of you spent the night together.

Getting to know Kim Namjoon was like falling through an endless rabit hole, in the most positive of ways, cause who wouldn't fall for his charms and his looks? His kindness? All about his personality? You realize that even if you'd promised yourself to someone else, it was the biggest mistake of your life and he was the one who you truly belong to.

And as you lay on his chest you’re able to feel the kind of comfort you needed after one of the most tiring weeks of all; and it feels like the world stopped the minute you stepped into this hotel suite; your own little universe in between these four walls.

And you know it's not right. It simply isn't. But fate was cruel to the both of you, and the pain of not being together after realizing you both were the one for each other, was even worse.

You both know that your phones (on silent mode) are probably blowing up cause you both were too powerful and your lives were full of responsibilities you both had decided to leave behind, on hold until you both had the strength to continue. He reminds you that there isn’t much time to spend together after the deed is done, but he cannot find it in himself to get up and get dressed to leave, instead he keeps still and he takes the time to stroke your delicate skin, his strong hands wandering from the back of your neck to your lower back. Neither of you is ready, but it was time to go back to your usual lives.

"I don't want to go.." you whine. Being trained all your life to not insist, to not beg nor need something more than yourself always stopped you from really expressing your feelings to him, but tonight you make an extra effort to do so. You hadn't been swayed by his money, power or reputation but his simplicity behind closed doors, and it took two months working on a project between the both of you to fall deeply in love with each other.

And tonight he confessed his love for you. You’re surprised because those three simple words and their real sincerity were unbeknownst to you, a territory you were always too weary to cross, but this time around, it felt right. It suddenly felt okay to feel what you feel, and it was okay because he was there to pick up the pieces you’d kept to yourself all these years.

He’d made an extra effort to understand the puzzle that you were and solved it effortlessly, and you had gladly gifted your heart to him the second you felt the kind of security he could only provide to you.

“No one ever told me they loved me before.” it was your opportunity to open up even more to him, and you know his silence is considerate and sincere, it gives him the time to think about his words carefully, trying to avoid letting you down.

"Well.. I love you. I mean it." it’s simple and to the point, an irrefutable fact, and it’s enough to make you get up to really look at him. His eyes inmediately search for you and one hand gets up to trace the diamond necklace he had specially bought for you, the one you wore tonight to one of the most important business meetings, knowing it was a sign you both only could understand, a sign that you were truly his, even though the man that had been faster in puting a ring on your finger was sitting beside you and in front of him. "More than whoever made you feel so scared."

And so the night ends and the both of you end up getting up anyways, ready to face the world. When you get ready to leave he takes extra care of you, even pulling up the zipper on the back of your dress, his hands cheekily wandering on parts of your body that make you blush and giggle with happiness. You love him. You do. And the words tumble clumsily out of your mouth because it still is something so new and out of the ordinary, something you're not used to saying. He offers you the biggest most reassuring smile through the mirror and he takes it upon himself to turn you around and put his hands around your head to hold you.

When he says it back, he watches the way your delicate eyes close and you give him a smile, and he suddenly feels this unbelievable warmth inside his chest. he'd never felt this before. "don't break my heart, hm?" you smile at him and fix his crisp black suite, removing any imperfection intruding on the expensive material. it's the only way you can think now of showing him how much you love him.

And when you turn around to pick your bag, he searches for your hand. "You deserve so much better, even better than this" he makes it a mission to assure you, but you only offer him a shrug of your shoulders, you know what he means, but to you it doesn't matter at all. Even one minute of his time meant so much to you. "I promise i'm going to give it to you."

[♡] He feels like a fool once he realizes how distant the both of you'd gotten towards each other, your heavy schedules and demanding jobs drawing what felt like an immense and incredibly uncomfortable space between the both of you. It takes something as mundane as a meeting with his best friends to realize the both of you are not spending enough time together. There's this bitter taste that jealousy leaves on his mouth from feeling alone while being surrounded by his friends' girlfriends that he fails at getting rid of.

A celebration for his latest achievement was going on right outside on the terrace of your shared apartment yet he was hiding on the kitchen looking at your chat together and reminiscing about the last few days, realising that yes, maybe the both of you hadn't really been prioritizing your relationship, distractions bringing consequences that even if it sounds cheesy, he knows his heart can't take.

You're just working, he tries to remind himself and ground his thoughts, stopping his anxiety from running even further.

But his friends are not helping either, constantly asking about your whereabouts and how much longer until you come back; already used to seeing you by his side at all times and enjoying your company the most. It's not that the both of you were one of those cheesy couples that were on top of each other every second of the day, but after a couple months of dating and trusting each other to fully immerse into each other lives', there was indeed a turning point in which you and yoongi turned into a get 2 in 1 situation.

He understands. He understands the kind of pressure you're under these days, and that's why today he let himself be woken up to your delicate kisses and your magical hands even though he now realizes that trying to find refuge in something as unimportant as sex was like putting a bandaid on a bullet wound. His thoughts make him realise that it's been so long since the last time he properly looked at you, or the fact that he's unable to figure out if you've grown an inch or two, or maybe if any gray hair has made a comeback after you pulled a few just the other night. All these epiphanies open his eyes completely to the reality that is missing you.

That's why his body acts faster than his own thoughts and not long after he finds himself picking up the keys to his car and his wallet from the table.

He knows that distance can destroy relationships in the most devastating of ways, but tonight he realises that there is more than enough time to talk about it and avoid something as tragic as losing you, to talk before the arguments and endless fights even dare to knock on his door. He's there in less than 20 minutes, and he's too busy to try to be nice with the receptionist, instead choosing to go up the elevator and call you in the meantime, trying to reach you. He would take the time to apologize profusely for his rude actions later.

"Darling, how is everything going?" your tired voice reaches his ear and he gets more impatient. He needs to see you. "I'm just finishing up. I know I shouldn't have taken so long, and I'm sorry. should I pick something sweet on the way?"

Do you even have any idea of what time it is? There's no use. Everything was already closing down, which means everyone was already at home seeking a well-deserved rest. Except for you.

"I'm here to pick you up." he says nothing more and nothing less. "What? But- the dinner? What happened?" you're startled and he hears a ruffle of paper sheets through the line.

The only light on the floor comes from your cubicle and his heart clenches uncontrollably at the thought of you being left alone tonight. "I really need to spend time with you." His voice makes you turn around and you have a worried expression on your face. but he shakes his head, hanging up his phone and quickly putting it back into his pocket. "I don't care if it's here. We need to be together."

"Are you okay? What's happening?" you get up and go up for a quick hug, even though his hands around your waist insist for you to stay longer and even closer to him. You can sense something wrong, and he hates the way apologies start tumbling from your lips when in reality, you're not at fault and you never were.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have missed dinner. I'm the worst, i-"

"Stop" your words stop on command and you look at him with shiny eyes. His hands reach for your cheeks and they caress your skin in the most delicate of ways, making you close your eyes for a second. "I missed you." it's something general and in no way he tries to incriminate you. "I missed us. it's just-" he sighs. "It feels like this is how it starts. First it's just a simple dinner, then, it's birthdays, and suddenly we're not sleeping together like.. together. We're just sharing a bed. And I wouldn't like that? Not at all. And I'm just talking shit right now because I'm so in love with you and I don't want to let go, you know?"

Your gentle smile and a big kiss to his lips help him to breathe better and to feel more relaxed, so do your arms around his waist.

"Let's go home?" you smile at him when he nods, and you quickly pack your belongings and put on your favourite coat. "Let's buy you the sweetest pastry we can find" you press your cheek to his shoulder to watch his smile from up close. He's so pretty.

[♡] the night felt so young. the fresh air outside already felt magical and overwhelming in the most positive of ways; the slight breeze and the light jokes going around flying through them made the night feel so alive. tonight, jungkook cannot seem to let go of you, (just like any other moment the both of you spend together) but this time around he just shows how much he's missed you over these past few weeks, while still enjoying being in the company of his best friends. you just know he's so happy; by the way his eyes seem to shine brighter than ever and his giggles make an appearance for the majority of the time tonight.

it was inevitable to feel colder than ever after spending a few hours outside though. even if you tried to ignore the goosebumps on your skin (obviously just to stay longer besides your boyfriend) your constant yawns and how heavy your head felt from how tired you were, made it impossible to stay focused.

even if jungkook was engrossed in a simple conversation with one of his friends, he still noticed you struggling to stay awake. in an incredibly comforting and effortless way, he makes sure to bring you closer to his chest, the jacket that was sitting on his shoulders a few moments ago, now surrounding your body. it was a matter of time until you felt cold again though, your silky skirt not giving that extra warmth you absolutely needed to not interrupt the great night you both were having.

looking up, you take a moment to look closely at his pretty face. you're in utter awe from seeing how pretty he looks; how every single detail, from the scar on his cheek you've kissed so many times, to his pretty eyes that look at you with nothing but deep appreciation and unconditional love. you're so in love with him. there's this joke that namjoon tells that has him almost rolling to the ground and his eyes twinkling in the most heart warming of ways. he's pretty. pretty, pretty, pretty.

he looked the happiest too, and that's why you didnt want to let this night go; that's why the first time he asks if you want to go home, you completely deny it, insisting on staying for a little longer.

but there aren't many more tries until jungkook insists on taking you, at least, back into his best friend's house to sleep at the guest room, at least until the high wore off and he could drive the both of you home. you're too weak to resist on his offer. he makes sure to guide you with his warm hand through the stairs and corridors and he makes sure to help you get into the guest bed, choosing to lay down for a while with you. you let yourself be pampered even though if it was another you tonight you'd be complaining about him treating you like a baby.

his eyes demonstrate how you're his number one priority and his delicate fingers that help you fall asleep show consideration and dedication. his actions show you that even if the both of you were initially hanging out with all of your friends, nothing was as important as the both of you. he always prioritized your well-being just like you did with his. none of you are in a hurry; but you don't want to keep him even longer to yourself so you try to fall asleep faster, even though his intoxicating and incredibly delicious cologne was making it so difficult to concentrate. you have all the time in the world anyways, and he makes sure to remind you of that instead of paying attention to the screams downstairs of your friends who were already calling for the both of you.

he stays right beside you at all times and his mouth stays glued to your cheek, loving kisses being well received by you and your fluttering heart, while your free hand caresses his hand sitting right by the dip of your waist. who wouldn't fall asleep like this? you give up less than ten minutes later and even in your dreams, you show resistance when he tries to let go. jungkook has spoiled you in the most marvellous and addicting of ways, there's simply no way back.

gentle promises of coming back being left right by your ear are enough for your grip to let go so that he can get up, and he does, not before leaving as much kisses as he can. with one last look he turns the light off, gently and slowly closing the door just enough, finally leaving.

he knows his friends and hours of teasing are waiting for him once he comes back outside, but he doesn't really care about it. and as he sneaks to turn the volume of the music down, he takes all of the screams and the complains of his best friends, just as he expected, with a sheepish smile.