8 Chapter Eight

Yoongi POV

I woke up probably later than I ever had before, still stuffed inside Jungkook, who was still peacefully sleeping.

I couldn't help but smile, loving how big and warm his body was. It surprised me how childish Jungkook acted -he could easily dominate anyone he wanted to if he tried.

Slowly, I shifted from next to him, forgetting that my length was still slid inside him and instantly freezing, biting my lip.

"Mmm..." He moaned softly, pressing back into me more so that I filled him right back up. I blushed darkly, slowly laying back down as I recalled the events from last night. Tied up Jungkook. Him wanting me inside of his hole. Me refusing at first. Him crying. Me feeling bad and eventually caving in.

Me realizing that I might actually love him.

Sighing softly, I pushed the thoughts away and laid my forehead against the back of his neck, rubbing his toned stomach softly with my fingers. He groaned tiredly, but other than that he didn't move. I tried not to let my mind wander as I waited for him to wake up, but I couldn't help it. All I could think about was Jungkook -the younger had clouded my mind and taken quite a toll on it.

He was the only one that made me so overprotective about something, the only one that I've ever kissed or even been inside for that matter. He was the only one I could see myself living the rest of my life with, no matter how much I disregarded or threw away the thought. I couldn't imagine going one day without seeing his face at some stupid location he picked out, or even seeing him beneath me in bed.

He was irreplaceable. And he didn't treat me like some freak, pervert assassin. But at the same time...

He also didn't know that he was going to die in exactly twenty seven days.

Suddenly, I felt him shift beside me, his back stretching slightly as his hand slid down to cover mine, which was still slowly rubbing his stomach. I brought my head back and watched as he slowly woke up, a small smile on my face. He was so adorable with everything he does.

"Mmm..." He groaned, his hand squeezing mine softly as I felt him tighten around my cock, which was still stuffed inside him.

He was warm inside, and it felt good wrapped around my length. I didn't want to pull out anytime soon.

"Good morning, Yoonie..." He grumbled, his body slowly starting to relax again as he realized where he was.

"Good morning baby." I replied, feeling my heat flutter just at the sound of his voice. He was so sweet, always greeting me whenever he had the chance. I loved it.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked him, reaching back to grab my phone from the nightstand next to the bed. "It's almost ten in the morning..."

"I slept... so well..." He said, his fingers lacing themselves with mine. I smiled at that, happy that he was comfortable throughout the night.

I felt him pull his hips forward, trying to take my length out of him. I cocked a brow but obliged, pulling myself out of him. He moaned softly before turning around to face me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I looked at him, taking in his soft, chocolaty, ruffled hair. I reached up to touch it, running my fingers through his tangled curls and feeling along his soft hair.

He smiled, tilting his head into my hand and looking back at me. "Do you ever actually eat?" He asked me, scooting closer for warmth. I chuckled at that, nodding softly. "I eat once a day, mostly at lunch time."

Jungkook parted his lips in shock and hit my chest with his hand, causing me to jump and then narrow my eyes at him. He can't just hit me.

"You're going to die if you eat like that!" He said, his voice quiet but still strong and clear. I just stared at him, unfazed by his words. I reached down to grab his wrist, pushing it against his chest. He whined softly at my tight grip, looking down at his hand.

"Don't hit me, Jungkook." I said, my grip on his wrist never wavering. He nodded, trying to pull his wrist free. I let go of it, but didn't wrap my arm around his waist or anything, and instead just let it rest by my side.

"I'm sorry..." He said quietly, still looking down. "I just don't want you to hurt yourself like that, I'd be devastated if you had to go to the hospital or something..."

I laughed at his words, running a hand through my hair. "I'm not going to go to the hospital Jungkook, I've been eating like this for years."

"I know but-"

"But nothing, I'm fine, don't worry about me." I interrupted, pulling my lips into a thin line. I didn't like other people to pretend like they were concerned with me, or talk about how I could end up in bad situations. I was quite aware of everything I did to myself. He was just adding unwanted stress.

To my surprise, he didn't respond. Instead, he sat up, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Right. It's none of my business, Yoongi."

I nodded slowly, watching him with my eyebrows still slight labeled. "Right..." I repeated, knowing what he said was true. But why did it feel wrong to agree with him on that?

"Do I have another four days?" He asked, going to the edge of the bed to grab his clothes start to dress back into him. I just watched silently, my heart seeming to drop to my stomach as I watched him get ready to leave. I didn't mean to upset him... honestly, what I said shouldn't have upset him. It was my life, not his, and he shouldn't worry about me. So why did it upset him??

"Hm?" He hummed, not hearing me reply as he got into his boxers and pants. I still didn't say anything, a frown spreading across my face as I turned onto my other side, pulling the blanket up to my lips. It had gotten colder since he left his spot next to me, and even though he was sitting on the other end of the bed trying to find his shirt, it felt like he was already gone.

//Self harm mention ⬇⬇

I felt the bed dip behind me as he crawled over to me, laying on top of the blanket that I was under. His elbow was propped up on my pillow as he laid on his side behind me, putting his other hand on my covered hip. I continued to stay silent, breathing warmly against the blanket. Whenever I got upset, I was quiet. That was the first stage I went through. And then I would cry. And if it really upset me, then I would harm myself. But I hadn't ever gotten to the final stage for a few years now, learning to control my sadness and bury it down inside me. Of course, there were still quite a few scars running up the inside of my left arm, mostly on my wrist.

But I didn't get upset over anything anymore.

"Yoongi, I need to know how long I have." He said, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of my head.

"Don't leave..." I mumbled quietly, my fists clenched around the hem of the blanket. "I'm sorry... I wasn't trying to make you upset."

Jungkook sighed, rubbing up and down my side before laying his head down on the pillow, resting his chin on top of my head. "I know you didn't, Yoongi. It's alright." He whispered, moving his hand up to my hair and brushing his fingers through my blonde locks. I closed my eyes and sniffled to keep myself from crying.

"I'm going to make you breakfast." he said, kissing the top of my head before sitting up. I just nodded. I would do anything at this point to make him stay.

"Get dressed baby..." he mumbled, ruffling up my hair before getting off the bed and walking out of the room. I sighed when he left, sitting up with the blanket still wrapped around me. I got off of the bed and went to the opposite end of the room, opening a large wardrobe and getting dressed into black ripped jeans and a white hoodie with the word, "Gucci" written along the sleeves. I then went into the connected bathroom and fixed my hair before leaving the red-room and going out into the kitchen, where Jungkook was sitting on the counter next to the stove on his phone.

"Hey!" He said once he saw me walk in, instantly sliding his phone in his pocket. It took a lot of trust for me to not take his phone from him -he could be texting his location or saying he got kidnapped... anything was possible.

"Hey." I replied, going over to him and wrapping my arms around his waist, tiredly leaning my face against his shoulder. He smiled and wrapped both his arms around me, and I happily closed my eyes.

Jungkook leaned his soft cheek against my head, his chest slowly rising and falling against me. It felt so calming and subtle that I didn't want to move from his arms, ever, for the rest of my days. I would be content anywhere I was with Jungkook. Because no matter how submissive or cheesy he could be, I could practically feel his protecting strength whenever he was around me, and I loved it. I wanted it so much, for I had never felt such comfort in my life up until now.

"I'm sorry... for saying those things earlier." I said quietly, turning my face into his warm neck and allowing my eyes to fall closed, basking in his scent and warmth. He always smelled like sweet cologne.

"It's okay Yoongi." He replied with a small smile, his fingertips slowly running up and down my back, feeling along the soft fabric of my shirt. I nodded silently, eyeing one of the hickeys on his neck. Hickeys from me. He was mine.

Suddenly, a fruity scent filled the air, and I scrunched up my nose slightly in confusion. "Are you cooking something...?"

"Ah, there are blueberry muffins in the oven." He hummed, his hand moving under my shirt and kneading the small of my back with his slender fingers. I groaned softly at the feeling, nodding and relaxing into him again. His hands moved up until they were under my arms, and then I was slowly lifted off the ground, being pulled onto the counter will him and then set in his lap. I pouted softly, but still wrapped my legs around his waist. "Hey, I'm not a baby..."

"I still want to hold you on my lap." He said, rubbing slow circles onto my sides with his hands still under my shirt. I just nodded once again, my face fitting perfectly in his neck once again. I closed my eyes in satisfaction, letting the feel of his warm fingers against my cool skin relax me.

I felt his fingertips trail down my sides, softly rubbing at the skin just above my waistband. I automatically tucked my bottom lip between my teeth, shivering at the feeling. It felt euphoric... almost perfect. No matter how he touched me, or where, it was always just true bliss.

His hand continued to rub at the soft skin by my waistband before he moved it down to the bulge in my pants, trailing his fingers along my zipper with a hum. I kept my eyes closed, ever so slightly moving my hips closer to his hand. There was nothing better than the feeling of his hands on me, bringing me pleasure and forcing me to cum. That sounded so good right now...

Slowly, his fingers found the top of my pants, and he popped the buttons open with ease, moving down to unzip my pants and give my growing boner more room to expand. He slid my boxers down, and I felt his other hand move up to hold my head against his neck, preventing me from moving as his other hand took my hard length out of my boxers, slowly stroking it up and down with his fingers.

"Mmm~" I moaned softly, enjoying his his hand was forcing me against his neck. I didn't want to move, I didn't want to squirm for him... I wanted to stay still and good.

Jungkook rubbed his forefinger up and down my slit, and I parted my lips in awe, low groans slipping past them as I rolled my hips into his hand more. Slowly, I felt his fingers wrap around my length, his hand beginning to pump me up and down.

I closed my eyes tightly, his slow movements blending into a mix of high pleasure and a strange, relaxing comfort as he jerked me off, his hand slowly moving faster and faster up and down my hard cock.

"A-ah.." I moaned against his neck, his hand still holding my head in place. I took the advantage and instantly attached my lips to it, sucking hard and moaning.

His thumb pressed into my tip, teasingly swirling around it whenever his hand reached the top. I could feel his grip tightening, squeezing my length as he moved his hand quickly along my member. Loud moans escaped my lips, and before I knew it I was bucking my hips needily into his hand, biting down on his neck.

"Ah~! Jungkook...!" I felt trapped, his grip on the back of my head strong... his grip on my dick stronger. He moved his hand roughly, pulling my cock upwards and then pushing it back down with each thrust of his hand. I could feel the knot building in my stomach, my moans getting higher and higher pitched.

"M- ngh!!" I moaned out, a slight whine laced in my voice as my legs shakily tightened around him, my hips bucking like wild into his rough hand, which never slowed down.

"Does that feel good, baby?" He asked, balling my his fist into my hair. "Has it been so long since your pretty cock has been touched like this~?"

His words... they were teasing me... in the best way possible. I bit down roughly on my lip, nodding frantically. "Y-yes!!" I moaned out, the feeling of his hand pressing into my hard dick overwhelming. His hand was only moving faster, his lips pressed against my temple soothingly. I gritted my teeth, bucking my hips faster into his hand before releasing my cum all over his shirt.

"Good job..." He said softly, pulling my head back by my hair and kissing my softly, his fingers slowing down and swirling around my wet tip. I opened my eyes partly and watched his facial expression, which was calm yet focused.

Finally, he let go of my straining cock, lifting his shirt up and over his head and setting it down next to him. "Yah, ruined my shirt hyungie~"

"You mean my shirt." I said, leaning into to kiss him again. He hummed quietly, kissing my back and letting his hand run down my stomach, away from my hair. I tucked my length back inside my pants, zipping and buttoning them back up before pulling back from the kiss.

I nearly jumped when I heard the oven timer go off, holding softly onto Jungkook. He smiled and reached to turn the dial off, then slid off the counter, gently setting my on the floor and washing his hands. My soft member felt wet and refreshed now, making me secretly blush. He had such a damn effect on me...

Gonig over to the oven, Jungkook opened it, using an oven-mitt to take the tray of muffins out. I watched him lazily, the delicious smell filling the room.

"Ta-da~" He purred, wrapping one arm around my waist. I chuckled and leaned against him softly, eyeing the delicious muffins.

He smiled, taking the oven-mitt off and whispering softly, "I could cook for you everyday, Yoonie..."

I nodded silently, reaching for his wrist and pulling the younger into my chest, kissing his soft lips. "Yes Jungkook, you could."

Oh Kookie, if only you didn't have to die...