Find Me | JJK

pt. 4

A/N - when you see ▷ make sure you play the music linked above.

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Y/N POV

"BTS?"

I raised my eyes to look at him in confusion, only to be met with eyes of panic, like I had just figured out his deepest secret. I repeated myself as I turned my phone to face his direction, trying to get an answer from him. "You're from BTS?"

With the look he was giving me, I started feeling bad for the way I was prying into his life. Something about the way he looked at me made my insides churn. It made me want to release all of my dinner in front of me. "I'm sorry" I started. "I wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable. I'll stop being nosy." His eyes softened at my apology. "It's alright, you didn't have bad intentions"

I sent him a warm smile and put my phone back down onto the bedside table before heading back to my seat beside Jungkook. "You don't have to tell me about that part of your life if you don't want to. We all have things we don't want to share. It makes us too vulnerable" I say, turning my gaze to him, only to be met with his deep brown eyes. They looked different, like something had shifted inside of him. He shifted his weight towards me, which made me instinctively arch back. In an instant, his arms were wrapped around my waist and his head softly rested on my shoulder. His scent engulfed me like a flame, filling my entireness with only him. I could feel my heart pick up its pace, and I was hoping that it was only me that had noticed. I lifted my hands and placed them on his back, which triggered him to turn his head into the crook of my neck. This action alone made my entire body go ablaze, all senses now boiling over the edge of its pot. "Can I just be Jungkook to you?" His voice wavered, like he was holding back his emotions, like he didn't want me to see him the way the world saw him, but to only see him the way I saw him. The feeling of his breath brushed my neck, sending goose bumps down my body. Trying to recollect the overbearing feeling of his presence, I muster up a response, sounding as calm as I could.

"You are Jungkook" I began with. "No more, no less. Just the boy I found in my room" He let out a small giggle, sending a plethora of warmth through my now saturated senses. "Technically, this was my room" he teased. His comment made me release a laugh, provoking a soft slap to his back. He lifted his weight off me and stared at me with a grateful smile, hands now resting above my knees. For what probably was a little too long, my eyes were stuck on his with him being so close, falling into a deep spell that I just didn't want release of. The curvature of his features were effortless and beautiful. The way his eyes crinkled and nose scrunched up when he smiled made everything inside me burst. His mole just under his lip gave him character, which played along with the sharp edge of his jawline. His doe eyes were big, bright and innocent. And the way his hair fell so carelessly over his eyes made his whole appearance the hell of a whole lot more delicate.

"I know you want to keep staring. And trust me, I would love for you to keep staring at me. But it's been bugging me this whole night" his voice bringing me out of my daze, averting my eyes to anything in the room but him. He lets out a soft giggle before continuing. "Why are you here? Like, why are you here in my room? You looked stressed before, and it's been bugging me. Did something happen? I mean, I could be a psychopathic murderer and you would still trust me to be in a private hotel room with you" I narrow my eyes at his questions. "Well, are you a psychopathic murderer?" I question, with a little sarcasm laced at the end of my words.