Far Cry | JJK x OC

✔Chapter 6 // It goes without saying

Jungkook woke up because it was too damn hot again. He started kicking around, he felt surrounded and pressured against the mattress and it was making him sweat. They were on his bed again, he thought, still half asleep. He sighed in annoyance after kicking the sheets again, though it didn't seem to make them go away.

"Tae, Jimin, whoever, get off!" He grumbled in a whine.

Silence filled the room again and he almost fell back asleep without anything changing. Then he puffed, he really couldn't, he was too covered and he couldn't breathe. He was at the end of the bed too, he noticed, irked.

"I said get off!" This time he tried pushing the boys out of him and he felt hair in his hands. Whatever he pushed was light and moved without a sound.

His sleepy mind struggled to conceive how Jimin or Tae could have hair that long. Then, how could they be so light? Whenever they would crash in his room, he could barely move. For a moment his sleepiness took over and he just sighed, ready to fall back asleep. Then he snapped awake and turned to see what he had done.

Leah was silently sleeping laying on her back, her hair contrasting against the white pillow and her paleness. Her arms were abandoned around her, and she didn't seem bothered by him at all. He sighed, confirming her chest heaved up and down even if slightly, then he rubbed his eyes with a deep sigh, happy he didn't push her out of the bed or something. He observed her for a moment. How come she always slept peacefully while he was stressed?

He got up, went to the bathroom and came back. She had moved to his place and he smirked, seeing she left a bigger space behind her. Light was coming in through the curtains, but he didn't really care. He didn't feel pain for the first time in a long time, as if his senses were dulled; he was still sleepy and he didn't feel like waking up yet. So he hopped on the bed in the now free space and stretched, putting his arms under his head, belly up, without a pillow. With no sheets and lots of space, it really felt like it was ten degrees cooler.

It was short-lived. He heard a barely audible sound and opened an eye to see what it was. Leah had turned to him and was hugging herself. She was feeling the bed between them as if she was searching for something. She looked fragile, he thought, small and pale. She kept searching for something, and he didn't move. She got hold of the sheets and tried covering herself, but failed since her own legs were weighing on them, blocking them. Eventually, she seemed to give up and hug herself again. He was going to ignore her, but couldn't in the end. He sat up, pulled the sheets carefully from under her and then covered her. He got back to his position, staring at the ceiling and diving deeper into his thoughts instead of sleeping.

He didn't know how much time passed until he noticed that she was shivering. He frowned and reached for her forehead with his hand: she was a bit hot and sweaty. He moved closer to her, concerned, and she immediately cuddled up to him, attracted by the heat. For a second he dreaded that he'd feel way too hot again, but even as she moved closer, he didn't stop her or move away. He could feel her breathing against his waist, her hands near his legs. He sighed and tried to ignore it so he could go back to his thoughts, but he couldn't again. He couldn't think when a hot person was radiating heat in his direction like a beacon.

He lowered himself until he was at her level, facing her. Now she was breathing peacefully towards his chest, which was fine. Her hands were laced in front of her chest, between them, and she seemed to be frowning in her sleep. She was still shaking and as he observed her hands gently trembling in waves, he became frustrated.

Namjoon's words echoed in his mind. He didn't want to overthink things, and he did feel like he knew her, partially anyways. Yes, he cared, and yes, he wouldn't leave her alone, he wouldn't abandon her when she needed his support. He felt conflicted about feeling this way, but if he opened that door, then he knew he would have to jump out of that bed and out of that house and just leave her and... That's not really what he wanted to do.