1 Month Later ..

The sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the sky in hues of fiery orange and soft pink, as Jungkook guided Yn carefully, his warm palms gently covering her eyes. The faint sound of waves lapping against the shore mingled with the rustle of palm trees swaying in the balmy evening breeze. Yn’s heart fluttered with anticipation, her steps hesitant yet trusting as Jungkook’s steady hands rested on her shoulders, guiding her forward. His familiar scent—crisp cologne mixed with a hint of salty sea air—wrapped around her, grounding her excitement.

“Jungkook, where are we going?” Yn asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and a playful pout.

“Patience, Angel,” he murmured close to her ear, his voice low and teasing, sending a shiver down her spine. “You’ll see soon enough.”

After a few more careful steps, Jungkook stopped. The sound of the ocean grew louder, and Yn could feel the soft sand beneath her shoes. Slowly, he removed his hands from her eyes, his fingers brushing lightly against her cheeks as he stepped back. “Okay, open your eyes.”

Yn blinked, her breath catching as her gaze settled on the breathtaking scene before her. They stood on a secluded beach, the outer coast of Seoul, where the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them. The shoreline stretched endlessly, kissed by gentle waves, and just a few feet away, a beautifully decorated table awaited under a canopy of fairy lights. The table was adorned with white linens, delicate rose petals scattered across it, and two crystal champagne flutes glinting in the fading sunlight. A bucket of ice held a bottle of champagne, and soft candles flickered, casting a warm glow over the intimate setup.

“Happy birthday, Angel,” Jungkook said softly, his dark eyes sparkling with affection as he watched her reaction.

Yn’s eyes widened, her lips parting in a gasp. She turned to him, her heart swelling with emotion. “Jungkook…” she whispered, her voice trembling with joy. Without hesitation, she threw her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. “Thank you, Kookie. This is… it’s the best birthday ever.”

Jungkook chuckled, his arms wrapping around her waist as he hugged her back, his chin resting atop her head. “It’s just the start, baby,” he said, his voice warm and full of promise. He gently pulled back, his hands lingering on her hips as he gazed into her eyes. “Come on, let’s make it even better.”

He guided her toward the table, ever the gentleman, pulling out a chair for her. Yn smiled, her cheeks flushed, and sat down, smoothing out the skirt of her elegant dress—a flowing, deep red number that hugged her curves perfectly. Jungkook took his seat across from her, his movements fluid and confident. He reached for the champagne bottle, the pop of the cork echoing softly in the quiet evening. The golden liquid fizzed as he poured it into their glasses, the bubbles catching the candlelight.

But before he could finish, Yn stood up, her eyes glinting with a playful spark. Jungkook raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at his lips as she sauntered over to him. Without a word, she slid onto his lap, her arms looping loosely around his neck. The sudden closeness made Jungkook’s breath hitch, his hands instinctively settling on her waist.

“Yn…” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave as he brushed the back of his hand against her cheek, his touch featherlight yet electrifying. Yn leaned into his caress, her eyes fluttering shut, her lips parting slightly as she savored the warmth of his hand.

Jungkook’s gaze darkened, his heart pounding as he watched her. He reached for his glass, taking a small sip of the champagne, the cool liquid sliding down his throat. Setting the glass down, he gently cupped the back of Yn’s neck, his fingers firm yet tender. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his intense gaze, and the air between them crackled with unspoken desire.

“C’mere,” he whispered, his voice husky as he pulled her closer. Their lips met in a slow, deliberate kiss, the taste of champagne mingling as their mouths moved together. Yn’s hands slid up to cup his cheeks, her fingers digging into his skin as the kiss deepened, growing hungrier, more urgent. Jungkook let out a low growl, his hands tightening on her waist as he pressed her body closer to his, their chests flush against each other.

Yn’s breath hitched, and she shifted, wrapping her legs around his waist as he stood, effortlessly lifting her. His hands slid down, giving her butt a playful squeeze, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. The sound sent a jolt through him, and he grinned against her mouth, his teeth grazing her lower lip.

“God, Angel, you drive me crazy,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he carried her toward a small, round bed nestled further down the beach. The bed was a vision of romance, draped in sheer white curtains that billowed in the breeze, its surface sprinkled with crimson rose petals. The beach was utterly deserted—this stretch of coastline belonged to Jungkook, a private haven where no one could disturb them.

He laid her down gently on the bed, the soft mattress sinking slightly under their weight. Yn’s hands remained wrapped around his neck, her fingers threading through his dark hair as she gazed up at him, her eyes shimmering with adoration and need. “Kookie…” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the waves. “Make love to me, please.”

Jungkook’s lips curved into a smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief and promise. “Of course, baby. You’re mine tonight.” His tone was low, almost a growl, as he suddenly flipped her over, a surprised yelp escaping Yn’s lips. Before she could react, his hands found the back of her dress. With one swift, deliberate motion, he tore the fabric, the sound of ripping cloth cutting through the quiet night. The cool air kissed Yn’s exposed skin, sending a shiver down her spine as Jungkook’s lips followed, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her back.

“Jungkook!” she gasped, her voice a mix of shock and pleasure as his lips moved lower, each kiss igniting sparks across her skin.

He chuckled against her, the vibration of his voice sending shivers through her. “Hold on, baby,” he murmured, his hands roaming her sides, his touch both possessive and reverent. “The night’s going to be very long for us.”

The ocean breeze carried the scent of salt and roses, the candles casting flickering shadows over their entwined forms. The world beyond the beach ceased to exist—there was only Jungkook, Yn, and the endless night stretching before them, filled with whispered promises and unspoken vows.

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**Author’s POV**

Under the silver glow of a crescent moon, the secluded beach stretched endlessly before the silent sea, its waves whispering secrets to the shore. The air was thick with the scent of salt and desire, the only witnesses to the fervent union of Jungkook and Y/N being the stars above and the gentle lapping of the tide. Their bodies, entwined in a dance as old as time, moved with a primal rhythm, each touch igniting sparks of passion that rivaled the celestial display overhead.

Jungkook’s lips crashed against Y/N’s with a possessive hunger, a fierce claiming that left no room for hesitation. His kisses were a storm, consuming her, his tongue delving into the warmth of her mouth, exploring with a fervor that drew soft moans from her throat. Her responses, breathless and unrestrained, fueled his desire, her fingers clutching at his shoulders as their kiss deepened. When they finally parted, their breaths mingled in heavy gasps, lips tingling from the intensity. He pressed a tender peck to her swollen lips, a fleeting moment of gentleness before his hands moved with purpose.

With deft fingers, Jungkook unhooked her bra, the fabric falling away to reveal the soft curves of her breasts, bare and vulnerable under his ravenous gaze. His throat tightened, a guttural sound escaping as he drank in the sight of her the bed nestled within their private seaside haven, laying her down with reverence. Hovering above her, his dark eyes searched hers, seeking permission in the midst of their shared wildfire.

“Are you comfortable, love?” he murmured, his voice a low, velvety caress.

Y/N’s nod was shy, her eyes shimmering with trust. “Yeah,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant crash of waves.

Without hesitation, Jungkook descended, his lips finding the delicate peak of her breast. He lavished it with attention, sucking gently, then more insistently, eliciting a moan that reverberated through the night air. His hand kneaded her other breast, fingers teasing her nipple until it hardened under his touch. Y/N’s hands fumbled with his shirt, tugging it free to reveal the chiseled planes of his torso, his skin warm and taut beneath her trembling fingers.

Her panties followed, discarded with a swift tug, and Jungkook’s lips traced a path down her body, leaving a trail of kisses and possessive marks along her neck and collarbone. Each hickey was a brand, a declaration of his claim, his breath hot against her skin as he murmured, “You’re mine, love. Every inch of you.”

His hand ventured lower, teasing her entrance with skilled fingers, drawing gasps and whimpers that echoed across the empty beach. “So perfect,” he growled, his voice thick with want. “I could lose myself in you forever.”

Descending further, he kissed her navel, his lips lingering before he parted her thighs, settling between them with a predatory glint in his eyes. His tongue found her core, lapping with a relentless hunger that made her scream his name into the night. “Jungkook!” she cried, her fingers gripping the bedsheets as waves of pleasure crashed over her. He devoured her, savoring every shudder, every moan, until her release flooded his senses, her taste a decadent reward.

“Tasty,” he purred, licking his lips as he rose, his gaze locking onto her flushed face. Y/N’s cheeks burned crimson, her embarrassment only fueling his amusement. He shed his boxers, revealing his arousal, hard and imposing, and her eyes widened, a mix of awe and apprehension flickering across her features.

Jungkook chuckled, the sound low and teasing. “Like what you see, baby?” he taunted, tearing open a condom packet with his teeth. Y/N’s lips parted in shock, her voice a mix of innocence and indignation. “What the hell? That’s a condom? I thought it was chocolate!”

His laughter was rich and unrestrained, a stark contrast to the heat in his eyes. He rolled the condom on with practiced ease, then hovered over her once more, positioning himself at her entrance. “Ready for me, love?” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her neck as he eased inside her.

The intrusion was intense, a sharp sting that drew a gasp from Y/N, tears welling in her eyes. Jungkook stilled, his hands intertwining with hers, his voice soft and soothing. “Relax, my love. Just breathe. I’ve got you.” He kissed away her tears, whispering words of comfort until her body adjusted, her tension melting under his tender ministrations.

When she nodded, signaling her readiness, he began to move, slow and deliberate, each thrust a careful exploration of her depths. Y/N’s moans grew louder, her pleasure overtaking the initial pain, and Jungkook’s restraint faltered. Noticing a trace of blood, he smiled softly, a quiet pride swelling in his chest—they were each other’s first, a sacred bond sealed in this moment.

His pace quickened, thrusts deep and relentless, their bodies slick with sweat as the sounds of their passion—moans, groans, and the rhythmic slap of skin—filled the air. “You feel so good,” he groaned, his voice raw with need. “So tight, so perfect for me.”

Their climax hit simultaneously, a crescendo of ecstasy that left them trembling in its wake. Jungkook collapsed beside her, both of them panting, their bodies glistening under the moonlight. “Tired?” he asked, a playful lilt in his voice despite his own exhaustion.

Y/N nodded, her eyes heavy, but Jungkook’s grin was wicked. “I’m not done with you yet, love,” he teased, his tone dripping with promise. “I’ve watched enough to know exactly what I want to do with you. Every fantasy, every dream—I want it all with you.”

He guided her to roll onto her stomach, her curves accentuated in the soft light. A playful smack to her backside elicited a loud moan, her body arching instinctively. Positioning her in a doggy style, he entered her from behind, his thrusts powerful and unrelenting. “So tight,” he groaned, kissing her neck as she cried out, her voice a symphony of pleasure.

They shifted positions again, Jungkook guiding her to straddle his lap. “Ride me, love,” he urged, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust upward, filling her completely. Y/N’s movements were hesitant at first, but his guidance steadied her, their rhythm syncing as she rode him, her moans mingling with his. “That’s it, baby,” he growled. “Take what’s yours.”

Exhausted but insatiable, Y/N reached her peak again, her body trembling as Jungkook pushed her to the edge once more. Finally, with a few more powerful thrusts, he found his release, collapsing onto her as they both gasped for air. He carefully withdrew, disposing of the condom before gathering her into his arms, wiping her skin with a tissue and pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“I love you, my Mrs. Bunny,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N smiled, her exhaustion evident but her heart full. “I love you too, my Mr. Bunny,” she whispered, nestling into his embrace.

As they lay entwined, the sea’s gentle rhythm lulling them into a contented haze, Jungkook reached into the small bag beside the bed. From it, he produced a delicate silver ring, its simple design glinting in the moonlight. Taking Y/N’s hand, he slid the ring onto her finger, his touch reverent.

“This is a promise ring,” he said softly, his eyes locking onto hers with unwavering sincerity. “A promise that one day, when you’ve finished your studies, we’ll stand together as husband and wife. I want forever with you, Y/N. This ring is my vow to wait for you, to build a life with you.”

Y/N’s breath caught, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she gazed at the ring, then at him. “Jungkook,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’ll hold you to that promise.”

He smiled, pulling her closer, their bodies pressed together as the silent sea and bright moon bore witness to their love—a love sealed not just in passion, but in a vow that would carry them into the future, hand in hand.

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