DEAD SENSES || J.JK ✔

15| Weak nerve

She makes me smile, i close the book and get up to walk towards where i can see her short and adorable figure. "I wasn't looking, I just....just wanted some water, I'll go-" i gently catch hold of her wrist, and she stops wasting her energy to try speaking, i smile, "i cannot believe i intimidate you this much. You don't have to say this, sweetheart, i know you wouldn't just come down here in the night, stand here and simply look at me while i have no clue."

She gazes up in my eyes but i cause a small smile on her lips, and she glances away, i realize I've been holding her hand since long and i release her. "Right." She nods, "i peeked through my window...and it is late night and cold, so i wondered why you were still out."

Her care for me is not doing good to my tired heart, she really heals me with the way she cares about the littlest things related to me.

"Well, i couldn't sleep and that book is really interesting, and i wanted some silence so i came here," she listens carefully to my words, like a little kid listening to a story. "Oh, alright." She steps back, scratching her cheek that's turning warm, "i just thought, anyways, I'll take my water and go, you should too, mister jeon." She decides to leave before she blushes even more, and i gaze down at her with softness, "i really should," she doesn't meet my eyes anymore, and i step closer to her, "so, we're gonna make waffles tomorrow, right?"

I touch her cheek gently, skimming my fingers past her skin make me feel the heat radiating from her shyness, and she looks up at my face, "yes," she nods and i breathe out sharply, moving back with some unusual feeling developing deep inside my heart which makes it beat harder.

"Good night, mister jeon. Sleep well." She stops nibbling on her inner cheek, and i glance down at her lips as she smiles, "sleep well too, good night." She walks back, and turns around to leave. "Won't you take your water?" I grin, pushing my hand into my pocket. She steps back, "oh yes," she giggles at herself, rushing towards the kitchen to get what she needed.

I smile, the thoughts of her still running through my head to ease my mind. I should go sleep now that I'm feeling better. I cannot even make any explanations about her effect now.

I know more than i need to, and it's not good for me.

End of Jungkook's POV

Next day

6 am

I tie the knot of my baby pink sweater which is one of my favourite clothes, and i quickly walk downstairs to prepare for the breakfast which is kind of special for me because it's the first time I'll be making waffles at home for mister jeon and hanuel. I get into the kitchen, and get surprised to see mister jeon already there. "Good morning." He closes the window, putting his cigarette away which he didn't complete. I'm glad.

"Good morning, mister jeon." I ignore my emotions which i feel once i hear his sore morning voice, "would you like to have coffee?" He nods, licking his lips while massaging his nape, "yes please, sweetheart." He steps closer and my heartbeat instantly rises.

"Did you sleep well? You barely had enough time." He grabs the cup and i take it from his manly hands, noticing his ring finger empty. "I did, that was enough for me because i slept like i was unconscious," i end my sentence with a small laugh, and he laughs too. "That must be good." He simply stands here and watches me make his coffee while i already noticed he hasn't slept properly in night because his eyes are painfully red and the blanket on the sofa hurts my heart, i really wish I could help him.

"How do you use this thing?" He points his slender finger at the waffle-maker i already plugged in. "First I'll have to make the dough, then I'll turn the switch on, set the timer, and pour the dough onto it accordingly. Then we're done."