Gold Dust || JJK

30 - Love maze

I don't care about any possible hardships that will try to deceive us because we're walking together in this abyss. In the darkness, just the two of us are enough. If we are together, even an endless maze is a paradise.

Eternity seems impossible, but I will make it our mountain to climb, our own mysterious path to travel toward the exit. Because I know when held together, our hands become a map. Whatever our souls are made of, hers and mine are the same.

There's no one else for me.

It looks like Hobi and Jimin were right, and I feel like an idiot for not having more faith. She cares about me at least as much as I care about her. I saw it in her eyes when she noticed my bruises. All the anger and pain she felt until then disappeared altogether, knowing that something had happened to me.

I learned her behavior. I know what's going on with that beautiful mind of hers.

What I don't know is why she is always on guard, ready for everyone to disappoint her. Is it because of me, or is there anything else that happened before me?

And more, she's wearing the necklace I gave her.

She must have been furious and conflicted, but she still wore it. All the things she said about being disgusted by the fact that I did not care were not because she actually believed them. She was subtly asking for reassurance.

This paragon of fuck-hot package will be painstakingly safe in my arms.

Once I saw it on her neck, something clicked in me. I can't express in words what, but my brain restarted in an instant. I became highly emotional to the extent that I almost cried for nothing. And then, when I saw her teary eyes, I knew she must feel the same.

There were some other kind of tears.

Not sadness or pain or desperation. But relief. I felt relieved that although her words said something, her gestures transmitted another message. One that I was so desperate to receive. I'm curious if it was the same for her.

"Did you know that the brain feels when someone is watching you?" she whispers, her eyes closed.

I let out a soft chuckle, a dumb smile creeping on my face. Her morning voice is a bit husky but melodic, and only hearing it makes me hard as a brickbat. I graze my fingers on her back, her usually honey-like skin is now darker due to the tanning she got in Thailand.

Fucking delicious.

My fingers drop under the bedsheet, cupping one of her asscheeks with my hand, squeezing it lightly. She moans half-asleep, turning me on even more than before, urging me to continue my exploration between her legs.

Once the tip of my finger touches her entrance, I slowly push it inside, just enough to tease her. But with one eye open, she gets on her elbows, looking at me.

"You're very horny. You know that?"

"You're very addictive. You know that?" I retort back, unable to stop smiling.