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Despite Namjoon’s warning, you found yourself letting Jeongguk into your life and home on a fairly regular basis and spending hours talking together about nothing and everything.

You learned that he lived in his family’s cabin a couple of miles further up the mountain with two friends who were like brothers to him since his parents died.

Even though you talked a lot, Jeongguk couldn’t tell you anything about the Kang’s even if it was clear he at least knew exactly how they died and more than likely why they were brutally murdered. He wouldn’t tell you and you didn’t push him, clearly, the topic made him uncomfortable.

One evening when Jeongguk arrived - and let himself in like you had given him permission to weeks before he actually started to listen to the consent- he found you standing just inside the kitchen and staring at the wall to the right confusedly, hands on your hips as you tilted your head this way and that as if trying to see something.

“What are you doing?” He mumbled standing behind you to try and figure out what you were looking at. 

“I don’t see anything.”

“Me either.” Jeongguk opened his mouth to reply then closed it to look at you utterly bewildered. “Don’t you ever get a weird feeling here? Like something is wrong with the building?” 

“No.” He looked at the wall. “It looks safe to me.” 

“Not like that just like….come here.” You took his hand and led him to the left and into the pantry. 

“Take in the size of the room and the wall.” You pointed to the end of the pantry, the wall that cut off where you were standing in the kitchen.

Jeongguk made a sound of distracted agreement but you yourself were too distracted to notice his own distraction until you had pulled him back out of the pantry, through the kitchen and living room and into the bathroom to face the wall that separated the bathroom and pantry behind the bath.

“It doesn’t add up.” You stated, almost glaring at the wall for a good ten seconds before turning your head to look up at Jeongguk only to find him staring wide-eyed downwards. You followed his gaze and blushed upon realising your fingers were laced together comfortably. You hadn’t even registered that it was the first time that you two had really touched and to hold hands was considered an intimate thing to a lot of people.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest awkwardly to stare back at the wall so that you didn’t have to make uncomfortable eye contact. Not that you had to worry about that, Jeongguk was too flustered by the hand holding to even attempt to look up at you, afraid you’d see his bright pink cheeks.

“Do-do you see what I mean?” You asked, clearing your throat so your voice wasn’t so meek and obviously embarrassed.

“Uhm…” Jeongguk carefully lifted his head to glance at you, relaxing when he found your attention elsewhere before following it and straightening up himself. 

“It’s a wall.” 

“Yes.” 

“Aren’t there walls in China or something?” You sighed and left the bathroom. 

“What? I’m confused, Y/N,” he whined, following you back to where he originally found you; in the kitchen glaring at the wall where the wall between the pantry and the bathroom should’ve been hiding.

“Don’t you feel like it doesn’t add up? That the pantry and bathroom should both be longer to connect? Like something else should be right here but there’s not.”

“Uh...no.” You groaned in frustration and turned to the fridge to pull out some meat for dinner.

“This is how it’s always been. I’ve been in here as a kid and it hasn’t changed.” 

“It just doesn’t add up.” 

“Well, stop thinking about it because you’ll just get annoyed and nothing will come of it.” He flopped down at the dining table to grin cheekily at you. “Just focus on making us a delicious dinner.” 

“How about you get your lazy butt up and wash your hands to help me?” You gave him a look. He whined dramatically and slumped down in his seat; the same chair he always sat in, the one that allowed him to see what you were doing no matter where in the kitchen you wandered.

“I’m tired. Hyung wanted to clean all the furniture this morning so I had to carry a lot of it outside so he had space.” 

“That’s not my problem, Guk.” You hummed while seasoning the meat in a way you knew you both enjoyed. 

A smile lifted your lips when you heard the tap running. 

“Good boy. Peel some potatoes.”

*

The night found yourself and Jeongguk settled comfortably beside each other on the soft rug in front of the fire, a blanket wrapped around both of your shoulders as you read a new book on growing herbs while Jeongguk sat contently with you, humming when you told him about a new herb you had just read about.

Soon enough, the mix of the heat so close to your body and concentrating on small printed letters for a prolonged period made your eyes ache so you closed your book and got up to tuck it back into place on the shelf. 

Jeongguk held the blanket open while you settled back down facing him. He turned a little, instinctively towards you now that your attention could be taken up by himself. 

“Can I meet your friends one day?” You asked softly.

“Why?” 

“I want to know your family if you’ll let me. I care about you and want to meet those that care about you too. So we can care for and support you together.” 

“Oh…” 

“Is that a no?” 

“No, it’s...they want to meet you too but I didn’t think you’d want to meet them.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Do you really care about me that much?” 

“Of course I do,” You smiled softly at him. “I care about you a lot.” 

“I care about you too,” His eyes searched all over your features for a few seconds but you didn’t mind, you had grown used to it; Jeongguk seemed to need to read your expression a lot whether to understand you or because he didn’t believe whatever you said, you didn’t know but you didn’t question it.

“You look uncomfortable.” He mumbled, leaning away from you. You hadn’t even realised that he had leaned closer in the first place. 

“I do?” You looked a little bewildered by his observation before understanding. “Oh, my neck is aching a bit from having it bent to read for so long.” 

“Come here.” He opened his legs and spread them out to pat the space in between them. “Hyung says I’m good at neck rubs.”

“Oh,” You shuffled over to sit with your back facing him, letting the blanket fall to the floor by his side. 

“Tell me if I do it too hard,” He warned.

“I can handle hard.” You joked but as per usual, the sexual joke went over Jeongguk’s head and he just hummed, taking your words seriously. 

Your eyes fell still mid-eye-roll when his fingers started to work over the back of your neck and shoulders. 

When he pressed his thumb into a certain spot on the left side of your neck, at the back of the crook connecting your neck and shoulder, your eyes practically rolled back into your head.

Jeongguk heard the little gasp that jumped from your parted lips; he swallowed thickly and decided to avoid that particular spot knowing how sensitive it was on himself so maybe it was like that for everyone. He didn’t know how the human body worked.

Jeongguk worked diligently for a good twenty minutes on your neck and shoulders, massaging all tension and ache away until you were almost slumped back against his chest.

“Better?” He asked, voice sounding lower than usual but that may’ve just been the fog in your mind. 

“Yeah, so much, thanks, Gukkie,” You hummed turning a little to curl up against his chest. He inhaled in surprise yet slowly encircled your body in his arms.

For a little while, neither of you moved or said a word.

When you felt yourself fighting to keep your eyes open though, you reluctantly sat upright and smiled at him. 

“You’re amazing, you know that right?” Your words were barely mumbles, sleep obvious in your tone. 

“You need to go to bed,” He muttered, cheeks pink as he clambered to his feet. You whined and grabbed his hand, attempting to drag him back down. 

“No, want more cuddles.” 

“Y/N, you’re pretty much falling asleep right there.” He sighed, wanting to sit back down with you but knew you really needed to get some sleep and he should head home himself to do the same.

“Just a little bit, please?” Your pout broke his resolve. He sat back down with a heavy exhale. “Thank you Gukkie.” The kiss you pressed to his cheek caught him off guard, so much so that when you started to pull back he turned his head to look at you with wide eyes. You were moving much slower than he expected though which caused your lips to brush against one another. 

Gasps escaped both of your mouths at the unusual feeling that shot through your bodies. 

You had kissed multiple people before but never had it felt like that and it wasn’t even a proper kiss. A brush of lips should not create tingling lips and a fluttering stomach.

You couldn’t help but stare at his lips when you both pulled further back but neither of you moved, far too caught up in the way it felt.

You had expected Jeongguk to move away with red cheeks, embarrassed by the accident yet what you got was his lips pressing back against yours tentatively. 

Some kind of instinct within you made you respond and kiss him back before your mind had even caught up with what was happening. But even then, you found you didn’t have it in you to pull away. 

Jeongguk was shy, cautious as he kissed you, hands staying to himself and lips not parting at all, at least at first. 

When you blindly reached out to take his hands and place them on your waist before taking his own face into your gentle hands, he grew braver, fingers curling into your shirt to pull you closer. 

And when you parted your own lips to flick your tongue against his lips, his chest rumbled with a low groan and before you knew it, he had your body held onto his lap, chest almost touching chest as his tongue darted out to caress your own. 

You couldn’t tell who started it but soon enough you found that you were both grinding your hips together; panting and grasping at each other for more, for tighter friction where you wanted it most.

A little nip on his bottom lip followed by pulling it into your mouth to suck on lightly had him growling- a sound you had only read about men making in erotic fiction- sending your stomach twisting and turning as he pushed your body off of his and down onto the blanket that lay discarded on top of the rug. His dark eyes drank in your flushed features and heaving chest, legs still spread from being straddled on his lap.

Jeongguk pressed his lips tightly together and sucked in a deep breath through his nose; you watched as his eyelids closed, hiding what you could’ve sworn was his eyes rolling back. 

For almost a minute, he stayed knelt up with his eyes closed and chest shuddering as he breathed through his mouth which he had abruptly opened back up. 

You had no idea what was going through his mind and could only watch him. 

Was he regretting what just happened? 

Did he want to leave and pretend it never happened? 

You had to know. 

“Guk?” You called softly, hoping to bring him back to earth gently. Instead, his eyes snapped open and he stared down at you with something dark in his eyes that your mind wanted to tell you was dangerous, that it was something you should run away from but your body, your body loved it and visibly shivered at the intense look.

Jeongguk’s eyes darkened at the shudder before he was on you in a split second, pushing you down into the floor with his lips back on yours and his hips grinding down against your own showing you that he was already very aroused. 

And honestly, you had never been more turned on in your life.

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