a/n: i had to gain so much courage to post this chapter because I was dreading it so much...
just, be nice :)
[ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐗 ]
"Hey, where are you going," I laughed as Jungkook eagerly pulled at my hand. We had managed to sneak out of the living room undetected and now, we were heading up the abandoned stairwell towards our bedroom . I couldn't work out where on earth Jungkook was taking me.
He kept his mouth shut and continued to drag me along. We stopped in front of our bedroom and I shot him an alarmed look. He laughed, pointing upwards. "That's where we're going."
"The attic?" I asked, already envisioning the draught and the abundance of cobwebs. Shivering at the thought, I took a tentative step backwards.
Jungkook barked another laugh and removed the roof cover and pulled down a pair of ladders. I was surprised to see the night sky through the newly created port hole. "We're going to the roof?"
Jungkook's nod confirmed my suspicions as he motioned for me to climb the ladders. My fear of heights seemed to kick in again and I shakily approached the ladders, feeling the cool metal on my hands. Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself to lift a quivering foot when Jungkook spoke. "I can lift you up, if you don't want to climb?"
I felt the tension release as I nodded hurriedly, determined not to climb that death trap. Although, when Jungkook's arms wrapped around my waist, I almost reconsidered my plan. He gave me a swift countdown before hoisting me upwards without a hitch. As soon as I was near the top, I quickly scrambled to eagerly grab onto the ledge before pulling myself onto the rooftop. The boy followed quickly afterwards.
As I turned around, my mouth dropped. The boring roof had been transformed into something that was, quite possibly, the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
Fairy lights lined the entire wall and an assortment of flowers- roses, sunflowers, primroses- had been placed in every single crevice. In the centre of it all, sat a checkered blanket topped with an abundance of different foods. I blinked at the effort that had gone into this entire thing- even the food looked delectable.
"Jin helped me," Jungkook whispered from behind me, snapping me out of my reverie. "Especially with the food."
He nudged me towards the picnic blanket and, as I carefully stood over the array of pies, tarts and sandwiches, I noticed the real beauty.
"Do you expect us both to be able to eat that?" I laughed as my eyes landed on the biggest birthday cake I had ever seen. The craftsmanship on the frosting and icing was a work of art and I recognised it instantly. "Did you make this?"
Jungkook scratched his neck. "Jin baked it but," he paused, a proud blush furiously painting his cheeks, "I did the rest."
"It's incredible. All of this is but, why?"
He grew even more flustered, his eyes darting away from mine. "Just," he pulled at my hand, our fingers intertwining, "come here."
He guided me over to the picnic blanket and motioned for me to sit like a portly gentleman with his arms outstretched. I giggle at his antics and gracefully dipped down, crossing my legs once I was seated. He swiftly followed, sitting across from me. It was then when I noticed the familiar object in his hand.
"You want to draw?" I asked, spying the red sketchbook that I had gifted him mere hours ago. I didn't really blame him, if that was the reason. The night sky was particularly beautiful tonight.
He coughed. "I was hoping I could draw you?"
He worded it as a question, his eyebrows raised, and I felt myself still. "You brought me up here to be your model?"
"And for the food," he smiled cheekily. "But yes, I wanted to draw you."
I was flattered but the mere prospect made me feel jittery. "Why me?"
"Some people capture their memories in pictures, or words but, for me, I like to remember them through my artwork and," he paused, crossing his arms, "I want to remember this moment forever. Plus, you're a pretty model."
I laughed outwardly whilst, on the inside, my heart raced endlessly. I wanted to curse this boy for making me so weak kneed. "Who knew that Jeon Jungkook was so good at complimenting a woman? Are you a secret womaniser?"
He reached for his pencil and and began to sketch something on the paper. From the way he kept sneaking sideward glances, I figured the picture was, as he had promised, of me. He didn't say anything immediately and, for a brief moment, I started to worry. That was till he spoke, his voice dropped into a hushed whisper. "There's only one girl for me."
It was then when he decided to look up from sketchbook, his pencil precariously dangling on the page. He blinked at me from under his thick eyelashes and I got the impression that he was trying to send me some sort of secret message.
He shifted slightly, pushing the sketchbook onto the floor as he approached me. By the time that he was sitting across for me (after brushing the food away) we were so close that our noses were almost brushing. He was close. So close.
From this angle I could see the small details of his face that I had never paused to observe before: the curl of his eyelashes, his round eyes, the mole beneath his lips. Oh gosh. His lips.
I blushed when I realised that I had been staring and he chuckled, the reverberations ringing in my ear, loud and deafening. His voice was deep as he leaned forward, his lip touching my ear. I could feel his hot breath against my cheek as he leaned in.
"Can I kiss you?" He murmured almost timidly, his hands instinctively grabbing mine. We were closer now, it that was even possible, and if I moved a slight inch, I'd be sat in his lap.
I tried to reply; tried to get the words out of my mouth but my tongue felt like lead and all I could do was gulp expectantly. I glanced back up at his face, and admired the way the moon reflected on the side of his face. He was truly the most beautiful person I had ever met.
I took a shaky breath before accepting my fate.
I nodded.
He surged forwards instantly, his arms wrapping carefully around my lower back as he pulled me to his body and kissed me. His kiss was slow and steady, as if he was trying to preserve the moment for as long as physically possible. He didn't want this to end. I didn't want this to end.
His lips were soft and hot and I couldn't help but close my eyes and try to savour the moment. At first I didn't know where to put my hands, the kiss being such a shock to my system, but they seemed to naturally drift to the back of his neck, my fingers digging into the dark curls of his hair. I instinctively pulled, making Jungkook fall back in shock.
His eyes were wide, his lips parted in surprise but I could tell that he was happy. If he felt anything like me, he probably felt as though his whole world had just exploded with colour. With passion. With purpose.
He still seemed tentative as he looked down at me, still in his arms, and I could feel the slight trembling of his body. This was new to both of us but, surprisingly, it worked. I didn't feel awkward or inexperienced; it felt as though we I had been waiting for this moment my entire life and the moment had only just arrived.
"Hayeon," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to my collarbone. "I really like you." He looked up at me and I felt my heart leap. I couldn't even get the words out, instead I just stammered like a blabbering fool. He laughed, the reverberations hitting my skin.
Jokingly, he lightly pecked the skin on my neck once more, his warm breath hitting my cold skin. He was always gentle with me. Even though he had the ability to snap a bone with a simple flick of his finger, he never faltered when it came to treating me carefully, as if he was constantly always aware of my human fragility. Even as his lips traced back up to my lips, I could feel the soft and soothing touch of his hands on my back as he rubbed in gentle circles.
He leaned in once more and gave me a small peck, making me flush red. After the heavy, unbelievable kiss, I was getting flustered by a simple peck? I must be going insane.
The realisation of what he just said hit me like a truck in that moment and I pulled back slightly, blinking up at him in surprise. He liked me? Actually like me? The mind was an endless whirlwind of emotion as I pondered my thoughts, trying to rationally sort them. After a good twenty seconds of sitting in silence, I decided to admit the thing I'd secretly been thinking for the last couple of weeks.
"I like you too," I said, my voice deep with emotion. He tilted slightly and I thought that he was going to kiss me again but, instead, his forehead met mine as he pulled me into his lap and into a hug. He moved his head so that it was just slightly obscured by my long hair and nuzzled into my neck, softly kissing the red spot that he had created earlier. When he spoke, the sound seemed to pulse through my entire being.
"You promise that you won't leave me," he hiccuped, slightly quivering in my arms. I couldn't help the urge to lift up my hand and pat his head as if I was comforting a child. "I'm so scared of loosing you."
I frowned, pushing him away slightly. "You won't loose me."
"Pinky promise." He held up the smallest finger and I couldn't help but laugh. It had been a long time since the first time I'd made him a promise, back in the laboratory, when he didn't trust me in the slightest. I gasped when I realised just how much time had passed as I wrapped my pinky finger around his, sealing the promise. Back then, I was scared of him ripping my head off and now we were making out on the roof, with six other superhuman boys only a couple of rooms away. This time my giggles were unbearable and I couldn't help but belt out the loudest laugh.
Jungkook sent me a confused smile. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing," I said, bringing him back into a hug. "Happy Birthday Jungkook."