The Lieutenant [Jeon Jungkook x Reader][21+][COMPLETE]

Chapter Twenty-Seven

The sirens bellowed through the corridors of the dorm, pulling me out of my deep sleep. I managed to sleep through the rest of the night having Jungkook lying right beside me. My eyes fluttered open to see a peaceful Jungkook lying on his back with his long, curly hair draped over his forehead.

He still had his arm wrapped around me and I still had my hand resting on his chest. With that same hand, I reached up to sweep the hair off Jungkook's face.

"Jungkook, wake up, we have to get ready," I said softly, not wanting to startle him. He groaned and pulled me closer to him, burning his face in my neck.

"Can I wake up like this everyday?" he groaned, his deep morning voice sending a shiver up my spine.

I chuckled and pushed him away. "Wouldn't that be a luxury? Come on, we need to get ready for breakfast." I pulled the duvet off of him, revealing his bare chest. I wondered when he had taken off his shirt, but it was a welcome sight. He had obviously gotten too hot with us being in such close proximity, sharing body heat, and having a duvet thrown over us. I swung my feet over the end of the bed and as I stood up there was a knock at the door.

I strolled over to it and asked, "Yes?"

"It's Jackson, I need to shower and get my clothes, are you decent?" Jackson's voice boomed from the other side.

"Jungkook! Up! Now! Jackson can't know you slept in the bed!" I whisper-yelled at him from the door. Jungkook groaned and hauled himself out of the bed and stood next to his makeshift bed. He resembled a marionette with how overly dramatic he dragged his long limbs off of the mattress.

I cleared my throat and unlocked the door, opening it for the rightful owner of the room.

"How did you sleep?" Jackson asked as he walked in in his sweatpants, and no shirt. There I stood, in a room with two deadly-attractive men, neither of whom had a shirt on, and both of which had bodies sculpted by the gods.

"Um, I, um, slept okay. I had a nightmare early this morning which woke me up, but I managed to settle after that," I muttered, trying not to stare at Jackson's exposed torso.

"That isn't surprising, but I'm glad you managed to get some sleep after that. I suggest you hang around here for a few minutes while everyone in your room gets ready," Jackson said as he strolled over to his wardrobe that lay against the wall next to the bathroom door to collect his clean uniform for the day, "Everyone will have questions. I was in your bed, and Jungkook was missing. I don't want you to have to deal with that."

"Thank you, Jackson. How did you sleep?" I enquired as I sat back down on the bed, suddenly self conscious about my lack of underwear and bra. I was paranoid that if he looked at me he would instantly be able to tell that I was wearing nothing underneath my baggy clothing.

"Surprisingly well considering the state of those mattresses," he chuckled, "Do you mind if I shower while you wait?" he asked as he made his way towards the bathroom.

"No, please go ahead, this is your room after all," I said gesturing towards the door to the bathroom. Jackson nodded and made his way through it, closing it behind him.

"I'm gonna go get ready, Liz. I'll see you in a little while, okay?" Jungkook asked as he pulled his shirt over his head and gathered his things. As he strolled past me to the door, he paid my cheek a chaste kiss, and left.

I let out a deep sigh and twiddled my thumbs in my lap, uncertain of what to do while I waited. I glanced over to my pile of clothes on the floor, realising I had my sports bra here with me. I quietly walked over to the bathroom door and heard that the water was still running so I decided I would put it on quickly. I pulled my baggy shirt over my head and picked up my bra off the floor. I pulled it over my head before adjusting it so the elastic fit snugly underneath my breasts. I jumped to see if it was in the correct place, and as my feet landed on the floor, the bathroom door opened. Just my luck. I spun around, holding my shirt in my hands in an attempt to cover my torso, to see Jackson standing in the doorway with wide eyes, wearing nothing but a towel.