Room Service (JJK BTS)18+ continuing

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He spent most of his shower thinking extremely illicit thoughts about her; about Meena, the pretty girl with the pretty name. and he spent the next half hour in his bed, trying to come down from his high. Sometimes what he can picture, what he can imagine, is even better than what he can really feel, what his experiences are actually like. The build up in his mind increases the desire and the longing until every nerve ending in his body is on full alert, ready to explode with impulse at the slightest touch. He shakes his head, feeling a little embarrassed to have spent quite this much time thinking of her, picturing her. She has no idea who he is, but, she did seem to light up a little brighter when she saw him.

After his shower, and his rest, his energy was renewed enough to eat his dinner. He's sure it's a great meal, from an award winning chef, but, he's just not that interested in the food. What he is interested in, is a little more time with Meena. He turns on the music, enjoying the last of the Yoongi playlist, as he messages for the cart to be picked up. He's hoping to catch her at the door again, although he knows he has no reason to speak to her this time, he's only supposed to send a message and then leave the cart in the hallway. This time he pulls out the same bill that made the great impression on her earlier, and he places it in the same spot under the dish, but visible. He pushes the cart out into the hallway, and closes the door, peering right through the peephole to see that the guard noticed his action, and then returned to his phone in front of him.

Jungkook's expression drops as he realizes with the guard awake, there is no opportunity to speak to Meena, unless it's through the door. He will have to be happy to watch her through this peephole. He leans his body against the door, making himself more comfortable as he waits. He isn't usually able to talk to girls when he's in public or when there is chance there will be photographers around. He's never been able to flirt openly with someone without risk of some fans finding out about it and making a very big deal of it on the internet. It isn't nice to read messages from fans you've angered. He knows that most of them really do want him to be happy and want him to live his life the way others can, with all his needs met, but the ones who are delusional enough to think he can only love ARMY and have no other comfort or release in his life- they can be extremely noisy and aggressive on the internet. He doesn't want to hurt anyone, or disappoint anyone, even if it's just natural for him to have someone in his life. So, he's gotten very very good at hiding it, and, sometimes, he's gotten very very good at holding out, and just not having it.

He would have no trouble avoiding female company for five days if he had something, anything, he could do outside of this small room. He could busy himself with work, with practice, with appearances. He could do all the things he'd hoped to do, having good food and meeting friends and other artists, and, watching pretty girls from afar. Those would all be acceptable things to himself and to ARMY, but since he can't, his mind is now working overtime imagining what Meena looks like under that tight white top, and picturing her above him, her fingers splayed out across his stomach muscles as she pushes herself up just before she slides down onto him, taking him inside deeply and squeezing her muscles around his length.

He notices a flash of light at the end of the hallway and he realizes the elevator doors must have opened. The guard looks up and nods, and Meena strolls casually through the hallway past him. Halfway down the hall she turns and looks at the guard as she walks. Maybe she's thinking the same thing, that he's awake, and she won't get to speak to the man behind the door. She walks up to the cart, noticing immediately the bill left for her and she grabs it quickly. She looks around her, and leans back a little to see the guard is busy on his phone. She reaches into the pocket of her tight skirt and pulls out her phone. She holds it up in front of her, and turns her body toward the door to the room, posing for a selca. He laughs as he watches her, realizing she's holding up the bill, and has no idea he's watching her. It's almost as though he's in her picture, from behind the peephole.

She puts the bill into her pocket as she had the other one, she glances up quickly at the door, smiling a little, and she begins typing furiously on her phone. He stands on tiptoes as though it will help him see better, but he can just make out a screen on her phone, and recognizes that she's posting something to Instagram. He bites his lip, wondering if this doesn't prove to him that she knows who he is. He wonders what fans will say when they see this post. She wanders back down the hallway toward the elevator, dragging the cart behind her while she looks at her phone.

Jungkook frowns, thinking about the idea this private moment is public. He sits down on the bed, and looks over to his phone. He grabs it and lays back as he swipes through to Instagram and wonders if he searches his name if it will come up. If she posed in front of his room, and tagged him, that could be a major security risk, and, it could also get her fired. He frowns as he begins searching frantically to see if there is a post he can find, but secretly hoping not to find one. He begins searching hashtags for his name, his nicknames, fan given names, but as he scrolls through, he sees nothing. He thinks for a moment and then decides maybe she didn't use his name after all. He searches other tags, things that might make sense. He knows she works here, she posed in front of the room door, and the tip, maybe she's just sharing her good fortune. He tries to translate into English hashtags for words that might connect them to this post, and when he doesn't find it, he searches the name of the hotel.

It's there, he's found it. A picture of her outside of a room, with money in her hand in a cute pose. She doesn't mention his name, her tags all refer to a 'tip' and a 'good day at work'. He feels relieved, knowing that he isn't at any risk. He's curious why she didn't tag him and he opens her page and sees that she only mentions getting a 'great tip from some hot guy.'

He bursts out laughing. 'Some hot guy.' It's been a really long time since he met someone close to his age who didn't know who he was instantly. It's a great feeling to know she thinks he's just some hot guy, in quarantine. He looks through her page and now realizes he has access to all of her pictures. He lays further back across the bed, settling in for a long night of exploration.