Chapter 33 • Pt. 2

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Lisa leaned her face over her hand and stroked his face and hair, counting each mole.

There was one on his forehead, then another on the edge of his nose and another on the bridge of it, also another on his cheek but her favorite was the one under his lips. It was particular, special, Lisa could even appreciate that it was exactly in the center.

This felt like a nice dream, a utopia.

Could she make him feel all the things he provoked in her?

She remembered the long day that he had had, it was almost incredible to think that everything had happened in less than 24 hours. But they were together now... after weeks and months wishing they were but being separated by insecurities and misunderstandings.

Crazy, just crazy but real.

Her fingers slid down his arm, she couldn't clearly see the tattoos but the simple fact that he was physically next to her, literally sleeping next to her, that she could feel him under the pad of her fingers confirmed that this wasn't another silly dream.

She just laughed at that and decided to get up, noticing the immense urge to pee. Her legs ached, still weak, and there was a slight discomfort in her lower parts, clear traces of the latest activities.

Well, that was also crazy.

Lisa wouldn't refuse more of that if he wanted it, she definitely wanted it too.

Playing dumb, Lisa put on his shirt that was on the floor and surrounded herself with his perfume with strong satisfaction once again. God, this was her new favorite shirt ... she would steal it from Jungkook but it showed that it was his favorite too, he had worn it many times.

Wasn't this silly? She was wearing his clothes... after a night of sex... like the girlfriend of...

Damn.

This was like a deja vu, but better.

Sober Lisa wearing his leather jacket would never have imagined. But daaaaaaamn, now she could wear the leather jacket with all rights when she feel cold and exaggerating it to get his jacket... or a hug. Oh my God, that was better, a hug with Jungkook wearing the jacket and wrapping her with it too.

Lisa giggled and ran to the bathroom to pee, paying attention in her surroundings more closely. The apartment was large and luxurious, was it paid entirely by Taehyung? Jungkook made a lot of money and Jimin sure would, but living in a place like this required being really rich, just like Taehyung was.

Lisa really had a lot more to know about him but she would have time for that over time. He was in her claws now and there he would stay.

She looked at herself in the mirror and totally loved what she saw. Her hair was a mess, her neck was marked with hickeys and her face screamed that she had just been fucked so well. The shirt was a sexy detail, she felt damn claimed and although it wasn't the most feminist thought in the world, it was hot.

And you should see how many hickeys Jungkook had too, he was hers too.

Hers.

Hers.

H E R S.

Damn, that felt amazing.

Fuck, people wish they were this lucky.

(a/n: tea)

She remembered the first time that some girls saw her with Jungkook, muttering that it was such a shame. Well, hoes, shame of you not to have my man.

Lisa smiled smugly at her reflection, gosh, she was so happy. She cupped her own cheeks, feeling the heat of happiness warming her palms.

THIS WAS AMAZIIIIIIIIING

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