It has been a few months since me and Jungkook have been dating. That leads us to now. Where all you could hear was our lips smacking against each other at an eager pace. Tongue and all. Messy but passionate. Just how me and Kookie wanted it. He groaned and I moaned. we both had a small sheet of sweat covering our faces. It glistened and made him look like a literal angel. Never mind, an incubus almost. He pulled away with a string of saliva connecting our lips. We were both blushing hard. He pecked my lips to disconnect the saliva. We both smiled back at each other and laughed slightly. "That was, new haha." He giggled. "I liked it though, did you?" He whispered. I nodded and leant in again to peck his lips. We fell asleep cuddling on his beautiful, black, pillow soft couch. I awoke to a pair of strong arms wrapped around me, protecting me. I felt safe, safer then I did a few months ago. Still no word from Jimin. Not even a text or a letter. I started to tear up just thinking of it. I blinked away the tears, no. I will not continue to cry over him. I have Jungkook. He won't leave me like Jimin did. Right?