suicide notes 「 jungkook 」

∥ XXV. EPILOGUE ∥

"No, we were just finishing up," she said with a smile, making some papers all straight by tapping the bottom of the stack on the desk before putting it away.

"You can both go now," she said as Jungkook immediately wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into an embrace as he held me against his toned chest.

"I missed you," he mumbled into my hair. I blushed at the public display of affection, pulling away shyly after a moment.

"Come back next week for our next session, Jungkook-ah," the middle-aged woman said as we were leaving. "Don't be late next time, punk," she added jokingly, making Jungkook chuckle.

"No promises, Noona," he replied with an impish grin.

"Have a good day, Minah-yah," she said when she was done playfully rolling her eyes at my boyfriend. "Keep that kid out of trouble."

I smiled. "You, too, Unnie. Take care of yourself," I said before Jungkook shut the door behind us. He was probably eager to leave.

Even though he'd gotten close to his therapist, he didn't always enjoy the things they'd work on. And Mrs. Oh was definitely a stern woman when needed; she wouldn't put up with his shit. She was also very wise and a gifted speaker, easily getting people to see her side of things. These qualities were what made her a good therapist, what made me trust her with Jungkook's fragile psyche. It was strengthening, though, slowly but surely.

He took my hand as we started leaving, entwining our fingers. I shyly looked up at him in all his beauty. He looked just as perfect as ever. Maybe even more so, because now he was smiling. I wasn't the only one that'd been doing more of that since we got together.

We exited the building and approached my new — well, new to me — car. I'd payed for it all on my own, not wanting to burden Taehyung, Seokjin or Jungkook (who all offered to help). I had to work overtime for a month to afford it, but that only made me appreciate it more. It was a simple, old thing. No bells or whistles. But it was mine, and it got me from A to B.

I opened the passenger door for him, a smirk plastered on my face. "Ladies first," I said jokingly, repeating the exact words he'd said when we were outside in our apartment parking lot, about to go on the date I mentioned earlier. I made fun of him for it all night.

"Ha ha," he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. But there was no missing the smile poking through his tough-guy facade as he entered the vehicle.

I went around to the driver's side, taking my own seat. I only had the chance to start the engine before Jungkook's knuckle was placed under my chin, pulling my face to look at him for a split second before his lips were on mine.

He kissed me slowly, but firmly. There was intensity and passion put into it, so much that it made me dizzy as I kissed back, feeling the soft skin caress mine. I didn't think I'd ever get bored of the feeling.

When he pulled away, he kissed my forehead gingerly before resting his own against it.

"You look beautiful, as always," he said, staring into my eyes intently. "Don't even deny it."

I blushed madly, covering it with a laugh as I pulled back slightly. "I just got off work. It was crazy today, just like any other day, and I stayed up all night studying; I'm exhausted," I admitted, pulling out of the parking spot and driving down the street.