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~~~♡~~~
Wrapping my arms around his torso, I buried myself in his warmth.
Except-there was no warmth.
Just cold. Empty. Void.
My eyes flew open. Wait-where the hell is Jungkook?
The sheets beside me were flat, untouched, and my heart instantly plummeted like an idiot.
God, was I really about to cry over him disappearing for two minutes?
Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.
Ara, get a grip. You're not the type to fall apart because Jeon Jungkook isn't glued to your side.
And yet, my throat tightened anyway.
I fumbled for my phone, screen blazing against the dark.
02:54 a.m.
Great. Middle of the night, and here I was acting like some clingy soap opera heroine.
I was about to shove the covers off-half annoyed at him, half at myself-when the doorknob clicked. The door eased open, and there he was.
Jeon Jungkook. Barefoot. Hair a wild mess. Just a pair of black briefs on and a steaming cup in his hand, like he hadn't just ripped three years off my lifespan.
I wanted to scoff at myself. Missing him this hard when he was literally just making coffee?
Pathetic. Pathetic. Pathetic.
But God, I still couldn't stop staring.
"It's almost three in the morning and you're...?" I huffed, trying to sound casual, masking the fact that my chest had been caving in thinking he left me.
"Uh, sorry," Jungkook muttered, sheepish. "Wanted to brew some coffee. But it's your kitchen, so... it took longer than expected."
The heavy, suffocating cloud that had been crushing me seconds ago dissolved in an instant, replaced by raw relief. Stupid, embarrassing relief.
He didn't leave. He was still here.
"You could've woken me up, Kook." My brows knitted, half scolding, half baffled. "But why the hell do you need coffee at this hour?"
He averted his gaze, cheeks faintly pink, his tongue sweeping over his lips and leaving them glistening.
Of course, my stupid brain chose that moment to notice.
God, Ara, you're hopeless.
"I... I wanted to study," he stammered, voice betraying him.
