Lust | JJK ✔️

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You hadn't gotten a wink of sleep ever since your back met the mattress of this bed. You switch sides, kick away your blanket and pull it back upon you, you even flipped the pillow to get the cold side up.

But you know that you can't sleep as long as the thoughts of Jungkook are clouding up your mind. Every once and then, your eyes raise towards the door- hoping for it to move in some way- any kind of way it wants and for Jungkook to appear from behind.

But everytime you end up staring and staring until you sigh and your eyes leave the door, trying to catch some sleep again. You've been lying in bed for hours, all alone.

Until.

You finally hear the door knob turn. Footsteps approach the bed until you feel the mattress sinking deeper and someone's weight occupies the shared bed.

There's silence for some time, no movement as his figure lies there and you stare nervously, not knowing what to expect.

You feel warmth envelop you which makes you kick away your blanket as you stare at his figure in the dark. You expected him to look at you, give you a few pats maybe but when you hear soft snoring your heart immediately sinks.

He was already asleep.

Inching closer to him, you try to make as less noise as possible to make sure to not wake him up now. You stare at his face.

His pale skin glows in the dim room, matching the way his light coloured clothes do too. His features are so soft, relaxed and calm - more composed than you have ever seen them. His eyes are closed right now, but your mind diverts to a glimpse of the moments when they're open and when they take a look at you.

You feel your heart flutter inside your ribcage and you almost gasp at the fuzzy sensation. Your big eyes look towards your chest and back up before your mind goes further.

You remember the scenery when his eyes smile at you, when his lips kiss yours, when his nose brushes with yours. You try to memorise the patterns of his face, his soft hair that covers his face like a blanket, the moles on his face present there like sun kisses or the footsteps of dancing fairies.

Your eyes then look at his lips, softer than snow and sweeter than honey- his visage was hypnotic. He never fails to enchant your senses and send you into a trance, such bewitching and magnetic aura that he intimidated you without trying. He could be kissing down your body full of love and adore, but your lips will still tremble and quiver because you're almost afraid of him.

You're afraid to upset him, afraid to be imperfect in front of him, afraid to have him look at you with the slightest of hate even. He's majestic to you, that's how perfect he is.

Your cheeks flush more as you continue to look at him, slowly leaning in more as you try to get close to him.

His eyes, his lips.

His eyes, his lips.

His eyes, his lips.

Your lips approach his as you tilt your head to get the right angle, closing your eyes shut.

But an odd scent makes you back away from him as your eyes shoot open. He smelled weird, nothing like how he smells usually. The scent belonged to something you didn't know about, of course. The scent was of alcohol.

You weren't done dealing with the previous moment, but he, already releasing a small grunt sleepily, turns to the other side, his back now faced you.

Your lips draw to a thin line.

You sigh before creeping closer to him from behind, and you try to hug him in his sleep, His figure is big for your arms, so you're not able to go all the way. But your body finds his heat enough to snuggle closer to him and find comfort, he was your only one after all.