Lust | JJK ✔️

65- on your own

You were sitting on the little wooden stool by the window, your tongue between your lips as your fingers tangle with the straps of your sandals.

Your forehead almost sweats from how focused you are, pushing and pulling the leather back and forth to wear the footwear properly.

Whenever Jungkook walks by, you quickly sit up straight and pretend to practice the alphabets that he had taught you this morning. He told you that you used to know them, you had just forgotten them so it will be easier for you to learn them again.

You don't quiet understand what he means by that.

But as soon as he goes out of your vision, you quickly keep aside the notebook and the pencil and bend down to try again, trying to learn how to fasten the straps again.

Jungkook had casually told you how he'll bring you sandals without any straps, ones that you can slip on without much effort. But you wanted to learn everything and not run away from what you can't do on your own.

Your eyes are big and bright.

And when you finally figure out how to close the little strap, you jump up with joy and release a squeal, clapping your hands together once.

You can finally do something on your own!

Jungkook will love you now.

"Why are you so happy?" Jungkook leans against the doorway, his arms crossed in front of his chest. He observes you grow pale, the life leaving your senses as you feel a shade of red cover your body all the way from your toes to the top of your head, until you're as red as a tomato - fully covered in blush.

His eyes move up and down your frame, you don't know what to do or say, you're just frozen like drizzle on chilled windows. You feel like your cheeks and ears burning, so much nervousness that you can hear your heart beat at this point.

"Baby?" Jungkook asks again when you don't reply, and this makes you spit out a couple 'uh's and 'oh's, looking around yourself to find an escape, a source to change the topic or find an appropriate answer.

As soon as your notebook catches your attention, your lips part.

"Yn..YN D-DID IT!!" You grab the notebook from beside and hold it up in front of your face, blocking his forced eye contact with you.

You know very well that the notebook page is more empty than it is filled, and whatever you have written is also probably not correct. But you still take out this small moment to inhale a breath and let yourself calm down.

You don't think this small moment helps you though, because you hear approaching footsteps instantly. You're screwed.

"Hm..." he tilts his head as he takes the notebook from your shaky hands, and his eyes run up and down the page reading the scribbly, messy and rushed handwriting. Some of the words were flawless as if an adult had written them, while the others look like they were written by someone who has just attended their first day of kindergarten. Your fingers still have some muscle memory, it seems.

He also notices some doodles on the sides of the pages, little birds and egg shaped objects near them, some random circles and squares, the fish drawing he had taught you last night, and the drawing of an eye.

Most of them looked generic and childish, but something catches his eye. You had also drawn the face of a small lion, and it was oddly artistic and realistic.

"Aaaaa!" you say. "Can Yn help in unpacking now?" This was, very obviously, a vague try to distract him from the mess on the page so that he won't notice your mistakes.