How Did I End Up Here (BTS)

Hashtag Awkward

Chapter Thirty Five

*Lizzie's POV*

"So, I'm moving in then?" He asked smiling. 

"I can't exactly stop you now, you've brought all your stuff down," I chuckled closing the door. 

"Nope, you can't," he grinned devishly walking upstairs. Hold up. HOLD UP. Where's he sleeping?

I walked upstairs to find him laid on my bed. Oh god. 

"What?" He asked looking up at me, as I stood awkwardly in the door rubbing my arm. 

"Nothing," I whispered, avoiding eye contact. I'm not good at sharing beds. 

"Are you alright?" He sat up. I covered my face in embarassment. Alright, it's not that I'm not good at sharing beds. It's that I've never shared a bed before, not with anyone. Especially not a guy. Especially not my boyfriend. "Jagi?" He jumped off the bed, tripping over a bag as he did so, falling into me. We both toppled onto the bed, him on top facing me. I could feel my face turning bright red every millisecond. 

He smiled, propping himself up as to not squash me. What am I waiting for, why don't I push him off. Seriously. Why isn't my tongue working. 

"Cat got your tongue, babe?" He grinned, moving closer in. 

"Uh..." was all I managed, before he closed the space. 

If you heard the inside of my head right now, I'm sure you'd be deaf. 

After a moment or so, he broke apart and rolled off onto the other side of the bed next to me. 

"So, you're embarssed to share a bed?" He teased. 

"Oh shut up," I rolled over, my whines muffled by a pillow. I felt his arm wrap its way around my waist, pulling me closer into him. 

"You don't have to be awkward, I love you," he pecked my temple. I'm just an awkward person in general does he not see that?

"Love you too," I whispered into the pillow. It's true, I love my pillow. He turned me so my face was in his chest. This place is a holy place, let me tell you. 

"Come on, I'll make you something to eat," he got up and left, leaving me dazed. I just came back from the dead but I'm pretty sure he's trying to send me back. 

Wait a minute... MY KITCHEN! 

I ran downstairs to find J-Hope with Manse on his shoulders. I don't know when they got here, but my kitchen is more important right now. My poor fridge. 

"I've never seen her move as fast," Suga commented as I skidded around the corner knocking Namjoon straight over. Away from my fridge. 

"What's he trying to do you?" I comforted him, closing his door. "Don't worry, he won't destroy you too." 

"I think she's lost it," V half whispered half shouted. Namjoon was still on the floor, trying to work out how he got on the floor. 

"I'm not hungry, but thank you," I smiled, helping him up. 

"Well, you sure are fast," he smiled back, snaking his arm around my waist and walking over to the guys. 

"When did you get here? And how did you get in? Didn't I lock the door?" I rambled. 

"Like 5 minutes ago, and we have a key." Jungkook answered. 

"Oh," I nodded, taking Manse. "You guys have schedule in half an hour, you should go or you'll be late." I reminded them.