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Part : 2
Tittle : Do I have your acceptance?
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Quote : He couldn't promise her to be on her side always but he could promise her to be either inside her or on top of her...
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The quaint house felt a world away from Jungkook's usual dark domains. Knowing his true form would only terrify the woman he was now determined to possess, he'd taken on a human guise - a meticulously crafted illusion of normalcy. He wore simple, dark pants and a plain black t-shirt and a blazer, yet even in this unassuming attire, his powerful build was evident.
(Y/n)'s aunt, a kind-faced woman with a warm smile, had ushered them out of the cozy living room with a knowing look. "Show Jungkook around the house, dear. I'm sure you two have things to...discuss."
Now, Jungkook found himself trailing behind (y/n) down a quiet hallway, the only sound the soft padding of their footsteps on the wooden floor. His hands were casually shoved into his pockets, but his gaze kept flicking to the woman walking slightly ahead of him. Her hands fluttered nervously, pleating the fabric of her simple cotton dress.
Too pure, he thought, a strange protectiveness warring with his darker desires. Too sweet. An almost violent urge to scoop her up, to taste her innocence, surged through him. He clenched his jaw, forcing his attention to the floral wallpaper. And those clothes! Loose and demure, yet they somehow ignited a possessive jealousy within him. He wanted to tear them away, to see her skin bare beneath his touch.
He cleared his throat, needing to break the tense silence before his control snapped. "Do you... like flowers?" he asked, the question sounding oddly foreign on his tongue.
(Y/n) stopped, turning to face him. A genuine smile bloomed on her face, softening her features. She nodded, her eyes sparkling slightly. "Yes, I do. Very much."
He pressed on, trying to keep his focus on the mundane. "Daisies, then? Or perhaps... roses?" Rose petals scattered on the bedsheets... under her... The image flashed unbidden in his mind, making his blood heat.
A hesitant curiosity flickered in her eyes. "Why are you asking?"
He met her gaze, a predatory glint momentarily surfacing before he masked it with a semblance of polite interest. "Because," he said, the words laced with a possessive undertone that she likely didn't catch, "I should probably know the preferences of my... soon-to-be."
A delicate blush crept up her neck and painted her cheeks a rosy hue. She couldn't suppress the small, involuntary smile that played on her lips, her nervousness momentarily forgotten.
He couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips as he watched her bashful reaction. The way her gaze dropped and the crimson tide washed over her cheeks was... endearing, in a strange, unexpected way. His chuckle was low and soft, devoid of any mockery.
Standing before him, she seemed almost fragile, her slender frame dwarfed by his own. A primal thought, possessive and demanding, flickered through his mind. She's so small... what will it feel like to have her completely under me? He quickly banished the image, his tongue darting out to prick the inside of his cheek. Damn it, he mentally growled at himself, struggling to keep his focus on the present and the delicate dance of courtship he was supposed to be performing.
"So," Jungkook began, his voice a smooth, low murmur, "do I... have your acceptance?"
(Y/n) looked up at him, her eyes wide and filled with a sweet confusion. It was clear she was still processing everything, unsure if she should simply agree to this arrangement. Her hesitation was almost... charming.
A small, genuine smile touched Jungkook's lips. "I respect your decision, whatever it may be," he said, the words surprisingly sincere.
Seeing his gentle smile, a soft, mirroring smile bloomed on her own face. She gave a small, almost shy nod. "Okay," she whispered. "But... I don't want to marry you right away. I don't know you very well."
Jungkook nodded, his large hand still gently holding hers. "That's perfectly alright," he reassured her, his thumb stroking the back of her hand. "Time is not an issue for me." He then turned, his grip firm yet tender, and began to lead her back down the corridor.
As they walked, (y/n) couldn't help but gaze at him. There was a strange warmth emanating from his touch, a protectiveness she had never experienced before. No one had ever held her hand with such care, as if she were something precious and fragile. He seemed... kind, despite the whirlwind of this unexpected proposal. He felt less like the imposing figure she had initially imagined and more... like an angel, watching over her.
He could feel her innocent gaze on his back, the sweet thoughts he imagined swirling in her mind a stark contrast to the darkness that often resided within him. A subtle twitch pulled at the corner of his lips as he mentally juxtaposed her perceived purity with his own inherent sinfulness. He was a predator, a beast barely leashed beneath this veneer of civility. The primal urge to claim her, to discard the gentlemanly facade and leave his mark on every inch of her skin, was a constant battle.
He cleared his throat, the sound a deliberate interruption to the quiet hallway. He turned to face her aunt, uncle, and cousins, his expression carefully neutral. "If it's alright with you all," he began, his voice was smooth and persuasive, "I would be honored if (y/n) would accompany me to my home. It would allow us some... private time to get to know each other better." He offered a reassuring smile. "She would be entirely safe with me at my residence." Unless my control completely fails me...
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[ Note - Hey guys, second chapter complete and yea, keep patience guys... Spicy things need time to be created...]
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