My You | Jungkook FanFic

Thirty

Wren woke the next morning to the Typhoon still raging. The wind was loud as it whistled through the crevices of the apartment, causing Wren to wake and find herself in an unfamiliar place. 

It took her a moment to remember she was in Jungkook's apartment. Sleeping on his mattress in his living room. 

Wren ran a hand through her tangled hair and found Jungkook absent from the living room. He'd sung to her until she'd fallen asleep but he must've left after she'd dozed off. 

A flush rose to Wren's skin thinking about the intimate moment from the night before. Had she really had a nightmare and he'd sung her back to sleep? 

Could she be any more desperate? Wren groaned putting her head in her hands. She really needed to get a handle on all of the nightmare stuff. 

Wren stood up from the mattress and caught sight of Bam sleeping on the couch. 

"Oh, hey buddy," she said to the sweet doberman, petting his head. "Good to see you." 

Then she went into the bathroom to quickly relieve herself and run some water on her face. Then when she came back out she checked the time and saw it was nine in the morning. 

She was just about to start cooking some breakfast when she heard the music coming from down the hall. 

The bass made the walls vibrate, so intense she felt it in the kitchen area. Wren's curiosity got the better of her and she padded down the hallway, listening intently to figure out the source of the sudden loud music playing. 

She eventually stumbled upon another room in Jungkook's house that she'd never seen before. The door was cracked open a bit and she peeked inside to find a dance room. 

There were floor to ceiling mirrors, and a sizable rectangular room with dark wood floors and a stereo system that any dancer would be envious of. 

Jungkook was dancing to a song she recognized now that she was closer. It was Run BTS. One of the newest songs on their album. 

Wren watched with fascination from the crack in the door as Jungkook, dressed in nothing but sweatpants, danced in front of the mirror, practicing a routine she'd never before seen. 

But Wren was less focused on the dance moves and more honed in on Jungkook's bare chest. His pecs were toned, and his abdomen rippling with muscle. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, making Wren's mouth go dry at the sight. She didn't realize she'd been caught until the music suddenly cut off and Jungkook's eyes met hers in the reflection of the mirror. 

"Good morning, Princess," he said, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. 

Wren flushed realizing she'd just been caught watching him dance. Then she figured if she was already seen she might as well show herself. She pushed the door open further and walked in. 

"I heard music and got curious," she admitted. 

He walked over to his water bottle and took a sip, not even attempting to throw a shirt on. His t shirt remained in the corner of the room by the stereo, completely useless. 

Wren struggled to keep her eyes on his face. 

"How'd you sleep?" he asked. His sweat dripped down his forehead, dampening the strands of hair falling across his forehead. 

"Good," she said, reaching up to scratch her neck nervously. "Thanks again, for last night." 

"No problem," he said, and he seemed genuinely unaffected. She worried he'd look at her differently after finding out about her kidnapping and the nightmares but he didn't seem to think any less of her and Wren was grateful to find he was acting normal.