Under Your Skin || Jungkook

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I shake my head and say a low "No", rubbing my hands over my arms before I turn around on my feet.

—But thank you so much.

The last word almost gets stuck in my throat when I see him right in front of where I am, looking at me with a curious look and a tilted head. A bunny bright smile shines on his face when I'm finally aware of my shocked and weird expression. 

He's even more beautiful up close.

—Don't worry —I continue, afraid of starting a nonsensical rambling because of my nerves—. I called a cab, so it's all fine.

—A cab this late on the busiest day of the week? —he raises his eyebrows surprised—. Sorry to be the one telling you, but I doubt that cab will ever come. Or —he pauses— it might come, but the driver will have to pick your frozen body up from there —he points to where I am standing.

—I could go back and wait inside —I point to the pub with my head.

And it'd be a great idea if cocktails weren't almost twenty dollars each. Unless I'm thinking of cutting off basic ailments for the rest of the month, I don't think I'll go back inside.

—It's up to you —he shrugs—. I made my offer. A quite tempting one, I dare to say.

I look at him unsure of what my answer should be. He's a stranger, a hot one, but he's still someone I don't know. I know I'm past the age of saying "Don't get in a stranger's car", but considering how dangerous it's been for the past months, I'd say I'm not being childish, but preventive. 

He doesn't really seem dangerous though, despite of his looks. He looks chill and relaxed, and his offer seemed genuine.

—I don't want to be a bother —I confess with a low voice.

—You aren't one —he assures me—. But even if you end up being one, I was the one who came up with the idea. So don't worry about that.

—I live in Washington Heights —I warn him.

He puckers his lips, thinking where it might be. His eyes go round as he opens them at the same time his eyebrows raise. He then giggles and shakes his head.

—Just kidding.

He never stops smiling, and even at some point, while he was giggling, he scrunched his nose in the cutest way. The way he acts is the total opposite of what he looks like.

—It's not that far, so I can give you a ride there if you need it —but he stops—. I need to do a stop first though.

He looks at me, asking with the look he's giving me whether I'm okay with that or not. He's doing the favor of taking me home, so it's not like I'm in a position where I can complain if he was planning on going somewhere before meeting me here.

The stranger smiles happily when I say I don't mind it, showing what I think is a hint of a dimple on his right cheek. And before I can process the features of his face, he starts taking his leather jacket off, back to looking exactly like he did when we were both inside.

I'm about to ask him what he's doing, but before the question leaves my lips, I feel his warm jacket covering my exposed arms and hanging heavily on my shoulders. He's driving me home and also giving me his jacket. I was the one who was stupid today, and it's totally deserved if I catch a cold.

—You don't have to. Really —I insist, attempting to take the jacket off.

He walks, not even bothering to look at me as he approaches a black motorbike that's placed near the entrance of the pub -and that I don't remember it was there when I arrived earlier this evening.