Later that afternoon
Y/n PoV
I fix my uniform neat. My shift starts at 8:00pm but I've been asked to come in early and help clean the bar at the club.
Picking up my hair brush I fix my hair, a light smile on my face as I think about today. It definitely wasn't perfect. In fact Jungkook seemed to really despise the beach. But being together felt nice, made me realise just how much I'd missed his presence.
"Y/n." I hear the boy call from outside.
"Come in."
Entering my room Jungkook holds an awkward stance. I proceed to placing my earrings in. "Everything good?"
"That depends. Are you gonna move back into our room?"
I pause. Wow. Hearing him refer to it as our room shouldn't make me all warm and fuzzy but it does.
"I'd like that."
"Good." He continues to stand there awkwardly. This really isn't like him and I'm wondering whether it has anything to do with the fact that he's experiencing real human emotion now. Normally he has such an intimidating presence.
"When will you be back from wor?" He asks.
"Same time as usual. Jin is working late so you have the house to yourself, what will you do?"
He just shrugs before taking a seat on the bed. Watching me.
I continue to get ready, but the thought of him just staring at me sends butterflies to my tummy.
"Why have your cheeks gone red—."
"What?! They haven't!" I cup my face, shocked by the feel of feverish skin. "Erm can you leave please?"
He continues to stare at me through the mirror.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Something's wrong—."
"Nothings wrong."
He stands up. Oh fuck he's walking towards me.
"You sure? Because you seem...nervous?"
"And the basics of human emotion may confuse me. But if there's one thing that makes sense to me; it's seducing women."
His hands slide onto my hips.
"Would you want me to try with you?"
Sweet baby Jesus go back to being shy and awkward!
He turns me around to witness the shade of read spreading across my hot cheeks. My chest starts to feel tight and as I go to speak I notice the words becoming lodged in my throat.
"There was this one girl who used to take care of me when I first arrived at that prison. She looked like you almost, but her hair wasn't as long."
He says with a lock of mine now pinched between his fingers. "She was just as smart too. And cool, had interesting tattoos, especially on her lower back."
