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“Evening, Beautiful.” Wished me the one and only Jeon Jungkook—like he was auditioning for Mr. Worldwide Handsome 2.0.
“Oh, you here.” I yawned, dragging myself out of my covers.
His arms wrapped around my waist out of nowhere, head shoved into my shoulder like I was a pillow.
“Why do you always smell so delicious?" he moaned.
Sir, I am not a scented candle.
“That’s lotion, you idiot.”
Men and skincare—name a more tragic love story.
“Lotion?” He gasped dramatically. “What brand? I need to know. For… research.”
“Yeah, research my ass.” I snorted.
He hummed again, tightening his grip.
“Jungkook, you’re literally crushing my ribs.”
“Shh, I’m manifesting us becoming one.”
“Big guy, let me go before I file for rib damage compensation.”
I wriggled out with a little laugh, scurrying to the washroom. Cold water hit my face but I was already wide awake- thanks to his suffocating bear hug.
When I came back out, Jungkook was perched on the sofa like a baby bunny on display, yellow shirt and distressed jeans making him look like a dangerous combination of boyfriend material and fashion disaster.
“Stop staring, Ara. I know I look good.” His lips curved into a smirk, eyes glinting as he leaned back lazily against the sofa.
“You look like Pikachu after a breakup.”
Electric but emotionally unstable.
“And yet, you still wanna eat me again.” He winked.
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