Jungkook woke up once again within another morning. He got up from bed and move to the large windows that's between the dull grey walls of his room. He look across and he saw the electric fences that separates the city from the Wilds—an unregulated territory. 

Everybody are restricted to even step a foot in that place. Nobody didn't reason out why. Somehow, Jungkook has this strange desire to know what's within the other side and see what's so secretive in it that they don't let anyone go inside, let alone telling that it was presumably mostly destroyed by bombs. 

He put away the trifling thoughts and decided to finally take a shower. After refreshing himself, he comes out of his room and trotted down the crowded hallway. A few faces he saw, a more sorrowful face he had never seen, eyes glossy and face was fallen, submissive to the gravity. Everyone looked like a ghost; a very solid one. And he wonder if he looked not different from the others. 

He found himself in the middle of a very spacious room where mostly a lot of people are found, wearing the exact white clothing he is wearing. On the corner of his eyes, a number of people huddled together and walking inside a certain door. It was their time to take the cure, Jungkook thought. This cure is for a disease. The totalitarian government teaches that love is a disease, named amor deliria nervosa, commonly reffered to as "the deliria". This surgical cure for the deliria has been developed and is mandatory for citizens 18 years old and over.

That is why no one is ever allowed to feel such adrenaline in their body (fall in love) because if they do, one will receive a cruel punishment; Death. Suddenly the thought made Jungkook quiver as the memories from several years before came flooding into his mind. It happened right before his eyes and he could say it was horrible. 

His very close friend, Namjoon, fell in love with this amber-eyed guy named—what was it again? Jin? 
There was an affinity between them, a relationship that only Jungkook knew. It disgusted him. Romance disgusted him. But it was his friend and he will protect him even how worse the situation is.

Unfortunately, they've been caught and Jin was taken away from his lover, killed without mercy. Namjoon was in a deep despair and jump off from the highest building. Everybody found him at the bottom, dead and pooling in his own blood--

Jungkook put away the thoughts. He was still 17 and had looked forward to the procedure for years, convinced as he is by the gorvernment that love is a horrible disease that must be destroyed from mankind's system. 

However, mere months before his scheduled procedure,Jungkook falls in love. 

There was a newcomer which claimed himself as a civil which escaped the severe bombings of decades past, named Taehyung. The truth is, he was an Invalid—a person who has not taken a Cure and lives in the Wilds. He was born in the Wilds outside the city, and has pretended to be cured in order to live undetected in the city and be in the resistance. There he met Jungkook, who was prettily sitting beside the fountain, looking the every handsome prince. His face wasn't anything extraordinary or significant, and yet, Taehyung felt somehow magically draw to those serious and silent features. Though he always avoided his gaze, he couldn't help but notice his clean skin, he found him awe-striking. 

Finally Jungkook look up at him, raise his brows in question, "Staring is rude. "

"Pardon me, but you look so attractive in this angle I could do nothing but stare. " Taehyung utter while putting himself beside the other who scooted away. He stifle a chuckle because of this. 

Jungkook turned stiffed when he feels the heat crawling in his cheeks. "You know, you shouldn't be saying that. "

"Why shouldn't I? " Taehyung teased. 

"Because I might misinterpret that you are taking a liking to me. "

"And what if I am? " 

Jungkook look at him stunned and Taehyung had to cease the incessant mockering and fix his posture. "That was a joke. " 
And Jungkook can sigh in relief. "Oh, for a moment there I thought you fell in love with me. "

"What do people call you? "

"Taehyung. "

"I'm Jungkook. "

And when Taehyung look at him straight into his eyes, he does not understand the feelings behind this eye-contact. He feels melting and mushy inside—heck, he doesn't even know what mushy means. It works like magic when Taehyung put his hand atop of his and suddenly butterflies filled his stomach. 

This is dangerous, Jungkook thought. 

He immediately pulls his hand away and stand up. "I-I think I need to go to my room. " Taehyung was not able to catch up on him when Jungkook sped up to his room, lay on his bed and try his best to make this emotions evaporate.. but it was not just working. 

After yesterday, he bump into Taehyung once again. When their shoulders touch, his heart raced, like a runaway train, going faster and faster. He could hear his heart beat... every single pound in his chest, drowning it out in the ears. This great pounding, this great pressure; every beat. He couldn't hear it, but he could feel it. It remains now, even as he walks away from the one who made impossible possible. He think he liked Taehyung. Yet even the thought is extremely wrong, it feels so right. 

He did his best to avoid Taehyung because he wouldn't risk the fact that everytime the other is around, it would make him feel not ordinary—or is not supposed to be ordinary. When Taehyung would pass by,he would intentionally turn another way just so he could stay away from him. Or when he would approach him, he'll act like he never saw him at all. He knew he was becoming different. His forehead now creased, he could laugh and lips part even if not speaking. Usually, the people in city held lack of expressions. Love made Jungkook mad.

This weaseling out-thingy drives Taehyung insane because he definitely hates Jungkook for avoiding him. 

And that's why they were stuck inside a dinky storage room when Taehyung had officially kidnapped Jungkook.

"Why did you drag me here?" asks Jungkook, brows knitted in anger.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Taehyung changes the matter.

Jungkook crosses his arms to his chest and close his eyes so he could not meet the other's gaze who's intently looking through him. "I am certainly not avoiding you, I just...don't want to talk to you."

"Really?" He closes the distance between them and only leaving a mere 3 inches. Jungkook's breath hitch and about to pull away when Taehyung held his cheeks. The warmth it sends to him is awfully nice. 

"I know what you're feeling." Taehyung uttered and Jungkook did not understand one bit.

"Will you just let me go--"

"What do you feel when I touch here?" His hand slipping at the back of his neck. It felt so well he gasp in pleasure.
"And here?" He ran his hand to his back which involuntarily melt his insides. Then rubbing his hand to his biceps, his chest and up to his firm neck.
"Taehyung~" he moaned.

The next thing Taehyung knew, Jungkook slammed his lips to his and nearly knocked all wind from his lungs. He hardly had a moment to react before Jungkook pressed his tounge to the seam of his lips and, at his grant of access, delved inside his mouth. It was a very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of old wine being exchanged in the intermilling of their billowing breaths. 

Jungkook found himself wanting more. He pressed Taehyung firmly against the wall. Taehyung kisses him and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below his ear, his thumb caressing his cheek as their breaths mingled. Jungkook ran his fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them and he could feel the beating of his heart against his chest.

"What is this feeling?" he breath out. 

"You're in love," His lips brush his. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. In this minty moment, Jungkook's senses have been seduced and he can no longer think straight. 
"Jungkook," Taehyung whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. Jungkook smiles, his heart fluttering at his voice as he clasps his hands on either side of his face. Never before has his name felt so wonderful a one, he think, as he lean in for another kiss...

One cold afternoon, they were sprawled on the floor watching TV and snuggling each other. They've kept their relationship from others to prevent them from being caught. Jungkook will thwart anyone who wish for them to separate. He just couldn't bare the thought of being away from the one he loves.

"Kookie, you are lost in thoughts again." His lover's voice snap him out of thought and look up to him.

"Is this what falling in love is? Always getting lost in thoughts?"

Taehyung cradled him in his arms. "Not only. Be honest to me, love. What do you feel?" 

"When I see you, it's as if space and time become the finest point imaginable, as if time collapses into one tiny speck and explodes at light speed. It's as if my universe begins and ends with you. I could run forever, search forever, but in the end, every path leads right back to your heart and soul. I love you, always."

Taehyung break into a wide grin, delighted at Jungkook's answer. "How much do you love me?"

Jungkook think for a while but not for long, "I love you so much, I would do anything for you." He trace his lip lightly with the tip of his finger. It pouts slightly, and he have the urge to bite it, to kiss it, to wrap them up in a quilt and listen to their gentle breathing, watching the cotton ripple like skipping stones and sharing crooked smiles. Taehyung's lips feels slightly chapped under his feather light touches but he simply cannot bring himself to give a damn. His gaze so intently at each divot of that lip. 

And when Taehyung kissed him his brain lit on fire and the warmth spread throughout his entire body. After that he was addicted, he couldn't bare not to be with him and he could barely breathe when Taehyung was around. Those kisses were his salvation and his torment. He lived for them and he would die with the memory of them on his lips. He dedicated his life to being with Taehyung from the moment of that first kiss, for he knew that if he lost him he would loose himself. Taehyung was the half that made him whole.

Taehyung push him on the floor with much care and hover above him. Jungkook looked up at him. The swirls of emotion he saw there made him gasp. Lust and desire. Taehyung covered his mouth with his in a hungry kiss. As their lips crushed together, Jungkook felt like he was walking on air. It was magic, the way Taehyung's lips connected with his. Taehyung's mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips softer than he could have imagined and he opened his mouth with a low moan. Unexpectedly, Taehyung's hand drifted to his hip. It settled there and pulled him closer. Jungkook inhaled sharply. He was against his warm chest, chiseled in perfection. Must he be so perfect? He splayed his hand against it, intending to push him away, but instead he left it there. Their breathings quickened. Taehyung began nuzzling his neck with delicate kisses. So faint, they were whispers. Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch his neck, slowly spreading through the rest of him. Jungkook wasn't afraid no more for he knew he was more than ready to give himself to him.

Lately, Jungkook have been feeling sick. Not literally sick or similar, but like an awful sicky hangover. A feeling of a dull slow nausea, the sudden urge to puke to get with food poisoning combined with the recovery of a general anesthetic. It was a very unpleasant state. So, he decided to see a doctor. 

He's been sitting on the bed for a long time now. The doctor said he'll be back with the results of his unusual demeanor but it seemed like there's a ruckus outside his door. He was busy playing the fabric of his blanket when the door burst open and the doctor came barging inside. His lethal stare felt painful and piercing, as if his glare was tearing his heart with a blinding teal light. His furious eyes tell that he was going to kill him. 

"What does the result says? " Knowing that the doctor does not intend to speak, he questioned. "Am I dying? "
The doctor walks infront of him and Jungkook felt frightened at how the other towers him. 
"Jeon Jungkook, you are surprisingly pregnant. "

The news should have brought ecstasy to someone but Jungkook was bewildered, hands over mouth, blood drained from face stuck in an incredulous expression, unblinking stare, shaking head in disbelief, sent reeling backwards, brain desperately scrambling to make sense of it all,temporarily incapacitated, unable to comprehend what had just occured. 

"Have you been making love with someone?" The doctor asks him but he was rendered speechless. Even if he didn't try to admit, there was a living proof inside him. They began taking him away as he was defenseless. But Taehyung was there to drag him away from the ones who wish to kill him. They ran and ran until their lungs couldn't handle the lack of breathe. 

Jungkook choke a sob and his lover pull him into his chest to console him. After calming himself down, he look up at him. "I-I'm... I'm pregnant. " The words took Taehyung by surprise but he was so overjoyed that he pulled him in another hug, wrapping his arms tightly around his shoulders. 

"You once told me that if you love someone, you'd do everything for him. " Taehyung's voice was honeyed and breathy he made Jungkook melt under him. 
Jungkook nods to what he said. 
Looking at him in the eye, Taehyung ask. "Do you love me? "
Without thinking twice, "I love you, so much. "

Taehyung offers Jungkook the means of escape from the procedure that will destroy his ability to love. 
"I will bring you to the Crypts. " They continue to ran once again. 
"What's a Crypts? "
"It's a place where people who have not obeyed the rules stay. "

When they go and get to the Crypts, they find it empty, with a life size hole in the wall where the letter 'O' was in the world LOVE. 
Ever since then, the city never found them again. The two of them live in the Wilds, joining the rebels who oppose the procedure and the government. Although Jungkook struggles with the thought of leaving his life behind, he ultimately decides to go just seven days before his procedure. 

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Our wifi broke once again so I may not update for a while. It took me long to have an access to wifi but that's just for now. Do forgive me. It may also give me time to think about more plots and other things I could not say.

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