When the campus heartthrob Jeon Jungkook who's actually a secret, self-professed romantic at heart, and the innocent country girl Kim Y/N, who's actually not as timid and docile as she seems, end up sharing a dorm for the semester, both discover tha...
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"BUT-" I HESITATED, chewing on my bottom lip. "We can't live together in one room, Jungkook. You know that too," I trailed off as the boy frowned at me.
"Why?" He tilted his sideways, watching me carefully as I felt my palms growing sweaty under his scrutiny.
I couldn't believe that out of all the things he could have asked me for, like buying him a new shirt or treating him to an expensive meal, he'd chosen this.
He'd chosen to demand my presence in the dorm room once again, with him, when both of us were fully aware that this was a wish I wasn't very keen on fulfilling.
"You know why," I mumbled quietly, avoiding his gaze.
He and I both knew why.
But since Jungkook looked adamant upon having me say it, I decided there was no point beating around the bush now that he already knew about my wariness towards men.
Besides, avoiding awkwardly long and anfractuous conversations and jumping straight to the point had never hurt anybody.
Squaring my shoulders, I cleared my throat, trying to seem confident. Jungkook knew my secret but that didn't mean I had to constantly be on guard around him, did it?
All I had to do was to be confident. How hard could that be?
"So you can ask me for anything else you want. Anything but that." I looked up at him hopefully. "I'll gladly repay you, in fact I know I should. You basically saved me from being assaulted out there." I mumbled, the word assault feeling like a sharp smack of reality in my face; a bitter, poisonous truth that singed and burned and sunk into my tongue, and reminded me of all things vile; but I suppressed the feeling and the depressing sense of self-loathing that came with it, and continued.
"I understand that I owe you but you've got to understand that it is very... difficult for me to move back in again." Letting out a breath, I paused to gauge Jungkook's reaction but nothing disconcerting stuck out to me. He didn't look like he was barely reining in his irritation, regretting his decision to ask me to come back, or like he was bored to death, just wanting me to be done and over with my little sob story so that he could finally leave.
In fact, he looked rather calm, and attentive, his stance one of comfort and his attention on me rapt and unwavering as we stood under the street lamp, with me spouting out words upon words like I hadn't gotten a chance to openly express myself since ages and him listening like he had all the time in the world.
"And erm-" I stumbled momentarily, trying to process how to best put my thoughts into words.
"And it's not because of you that I can't move back in." I asserted, but relented almost instantly. "Uhh, well it is... but it's also not." I spoke quickly, flushing as Jungkook raised an amused brow. I swallowed.
