From The Bottom of My Heart - (LMSCTY spin-off)

You switch off your phone and tuck it away into your small bag.
You had just so happen to find a balcony when you randomly entered one of the rooms upstairs. Lucky for you, there weren't any people banging the life out of each other in the bedroom you selected. You quietly shut the door close behind you as your eyes roam around the four walls.
On the dresser, there is a picture frame of Taehyung with his family at highschool graduation. You waltz your way over to the family portrait and pick it up carefully.
You swipethe layer of dust coating the glass with your finger and Taehyung and his family smiling brightly can be seen clearly.
He hasn't changed much, boxy grin and cresent eyes still intact.
There is a sense of longing and envy blooming in your heart, and it clenches tightly, sourly.
You never had the blessing to be able to spend your graduation day with your family, the entire school is clueless that you even have a father. You lived your teen years in shame and hiding. It's a pity because you did not have the opportunity to take pictures like Taehyung did in the open field, throwing his hat up to the sky and receiving flowers from his parents. Placing the frame down gently, you went to the balcony and closed the curtains for privacy in case anyone happened to come in.

"What the hell are you doing?" Taehyung snatches his wrist away from Jungkook's hard grip. He slams the door shut and confronts Taehyung. "Were you the one who invited that Namjoon guy?"
He furrows his brows at his friend, beyond agitated.
"Who?!" Taehyung questions back. "I don't even know who-"
"Then do you know where Y/N is?" Jungkook prompts again, desperate.
"And how would I know that? You were the one secretly staring at her ever since she came in." Taehyung had a point. But right when he saw Namjoon approach you, and you willingly went along to wherever he brought you—he couldn't bear to just watch and not be able to do anything. Just then, a random girl went up to him and tried her luck—but obviously to no avail. After he shrugged her pestering, you were nowhere to be seen. Namjoon too, had disappeared somewhere else and he started growing worried. Had Namjoon managed to get you to his place?
"Ah..." He plops down onto his friend's bed and tugs at his hair in frustration. The thought of Namjoon having his way with you and all to himself makes him boil in anger. He thinks you don't deserve Namjoon, who has tried his shot with almost every girl—yet at the same time he thinks he is unworthy of you as well.
There is an inner conflict going on between his heart and mind. Was it really right to have someone he did not deserve at all? Will he even manage to get closer to you, open up your world and heal the both of your broken hearts together? Jungkook is capable at countless things—except you.
You were the enigma in his life, so forbidden and mysterious that he really wants to connect and share a special bond with you. He doesn't say it aloud, but you meant a lot to him in a way or another.
"Something bothering you?" Taehyung probes, folding his arms trying to figure out his bestfriend.
"How...How do you confess to someone?" 
The question comes out as a shocker to Taehyung, but he is willing to help his friend out in a time of crisis for such a matter.
"Ha! You've came to the right person." Taehyungs face beams with delight. "First," He reaches out to grab Jungkook's hand and interlace his fingers together with his. "Hold her hand. Properly, tightly. To show that you're genuine in your confession. Also, to show how serious and certain you are about her." Jungkook's face contorts in disgust at the sight of Taehyung being a cheesy romantic. "Then," He pulls Jungkook up from his bed and leans into his ear. "Look her in the face and tell her every word from the bottom of your heart. The words you've been wanting to tell her but never got the chance to.." Jungkook is frozen stiff with his bestfriend demonstrating on him. But Taehyung doesn't stop.
He leans in close and pulls Jungkook into a tight hug. "Hug her! It must be tight as well, so that she can feel the affection you are trying to show." Taehyung squeezes Jungkook and squeals happily for him. "Get off me! You're squashing me dude!" Jungkook almost couldn't breathe and Taehyung pats his back before stepping away. "That's about it, there can be bonus if you want."
"Nope, I'm good." Jungkook smiles and pushes Taehyung to at least an arm's length away.
"Back to real talk though, it's Y/N isn't it?"
"Did someone call me?" You emerge from the curtains through the balcony sliding doors, pretending to be oblivious. Jungkook presses his lips into a line and looks down at the floor, embarrassed to the sky. Taehyung notices and quickly announces that he has to host the party.
You carried on with your act, seeing as to how flustered Jungkook was becoming.
"I thought Taehyung called me."
"No." Jungkook hides his hands into the pockets of his jeans to appear collected, but truth is he was hiding how shaky and nervous he was around you—and the possibility that you had just heard their entire conversation.
"Is that so?" You doubt. Jungkook doesn't reply, only giving you a nod of affirmation. "Well if that is so, I'll make my leave."
You smile at him and head for the door. Jungkook's mouth open slightly.
"Wait, Y/N!"
The feeling of his fingers softly wrapped around your wrist is unexplainable—unlike the past, this time he holds you with care and a mindfulness to not hurt you in any way.
You spin around to face him.
"Uh, yes?"
Jungkook had always known you were decent looking, but this time you looked extraordinarily beautiful. The way you looked at him through your long lashes, the faded cherry lip tint you had on, your rich long locks falling over your shoulder and the mini black dress that hugged your figure so perfectly your cures were on display—you were the epitome of perfect, looking so endearing in a simple outfit as such and he swore to the heavens he would take immense care of you if you were ever in his arms. The scar doesn't go unnoticed by him, and his stomach twists in an unpleasant manner at the sight of it. He is still unable to accept how he treated you in the past, and he hates himself more than anything for it—he wishes that you would at least grant him a chance to make up for his wrongdoings.
There is a need surging throughout his body, into his legs; stepping closer to you, into his hands; coming up to run his fingers through your hair and hold your face in place, and his face; diving in recklessly to smash his lips onto yours.
Maybe you thought that he would go according to Taehyung's plan—confess then give you a a warm hug. But this wasn't what you were expecting at all.
Jungkook kisses you like it was the last time when it's only the first, he tilts his head and meld his lips feverishly with yours. It feels like forever with the way he is kissing you, so slow and intimate yet so hasty and desperate. You are able to feel the feelings he is trying to convey through this intimacy—filled with regret, want and a sense of belonging. You belonged to him. Back then, now and in the future. Always.
You wrap your arms around his waist and pull him in closer, mouth opening to grant his tongue access. He smiles into the kiss for a split moment before his tongue is darting out to swirl messily with yours, causing you to moan softly in his mouth. His grasp on your jaw doesn't loosen and he bites down onto your lower lip before reluctantly pulling away.
A glow of red starts creeping onto his cheeks when the both of you look at each other, faces shy yet hearts pulsating with happiness.
You are the first to break the silence, smiling up at him, "That was..." You couldn't bring yourself to say it. Everything between you and Jungkook had gone through mountains and seas, but this time—it escalated quickly to a whole new level. It was too much to accept at the moment, but it felt great with him for some reason. The both of you, so unfamiliar with each other's worlds, yet understanding them to a depth no one outside can reach. There was still much to learn about each other, but you already felt this inseparable connection with the man standing before you.
You allow yourself to bury yourself into his chest and muffle your giggles, and he encases you in his muscular arms in a way never before. Hugging him made you feel complete, like two hearts that were finally pieced together as one. It provided you with a warmth so peculiar and never felt before. It felt surreal, almost akin to a dream.
He strokes your hair lovingly and places a firm yet chaste kiss on the top of your head. "Let me stay close to you Y/N," He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. "For a long, long time...I will love and take care of you all my life."
You smile and flutter your eyes close, waddling aimlessly around the room with arms around each other basking in the shining moonlight—never wanting to let go of each other.