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FINALE • Part 3

Lisa gasped and that was a catalyst. Things got a lot hotter after that but despite everything it was special and very romantic, it was perfect. They made love this time with nothing more than that and in the end, when both came with much more force and power than normal times, they stayed embraced and together. Even after, when they showered together and played around with shampoo and conditioner, giggling like idiots but always in the arms of each other.

It was five in the morning by the time they were back in bed, about to sleep, cuddling and together despite the heat.

"Jungkook, I want a tattoo"

Okay, fuck it, what?

Who was about to sleep?

Not him.

Jungkook raised his head. "Uh?"

Was he hearing things?

He was very bad asleep, he was definitely hearing things.

"Yes, I want a tattoo," Lisa confirmed.

HOLY FUCK! He wasn't hearing things!

He was terrified, not at all happy with the news that he wasn't actually schizophrenic.

"Why?" he asked, gently pushing her onto her back so he could see her. "You hate needles."

Lisa rolled her eyes. "You will never let me forget it, right?"

"It's one of the first things you told me and you almost cried when I was tattooing Chaeyoung"

She frowned. "I didn't cry, she did!"

"Fine, but you couldn't even see it"

"I don't have to see it to get a tattoo, I'm not the one tattooing," she reasoned logically. "And I don't care about my phobias, Jungkook, I just want it"

Jungkook, although he loved the idea, and it was definitely not the first time they had this talk, it was the first time that Lisa looked so determined since she appeared in his study the day she confessed and did whatever it takes to make him listen. Flashing her tits, for example.

He just couldn't forget that, sorry.

"I can deal with it because I want something pretty, something made by you," she whispered, looking up slowly to his eyes.

She was serious. 100% serious.

She trusted him.

She wanted this.

She was putting herself in his hands because she wanted his mark, his ink.

Something very primitive attacked his chest.

"Really?" his voice came out strangled, full of feeling.

"Yes, Kook. Would you give me a tattoo?"

"I -..."

Damn.

One, two, three, all the tattoos she wanted.

Did she want the moon too?

All the stars?

What about the sun? That was impossible, though, she was the fucking sun.

So bright, so pretty, so... his...

Jungkook, you have to reply.

Right!

"Of course, whatever you want," he nodded effusively.

"No, whatever YOU want," she clarified and God, he was starting to blush.

Jungkook could no longer contain his joy, he wanted to jump, he wanted to scream, he wanted to love her forever...