FAME GAME || J.JK [On Hold]

20| Numerous faces

As soon as I've said what he needed to hear, the soft wrinkles of delight form underneath his sleepy and puffy eyes, "really?" He drops his gaze to my lips, then looks right in my eyes.

"Yes." I make him happy by agreeing to be here for the rest of the night, and we both make a soft eye contact which I end up breaking, the shyness forcing me to do so, "so now we continue to watch the film?" He nods, appearing so much more relaxed, and he sits down on the sofa then grabs the remote. "If I sleep, just wake me up." He switches on the TV to play the film which we hadn't finished, his hoarse chuckle causing me to smile, "okay."

I take the seat next to him, keeping my eyes on the big screen ahead which is playing the film, the low noise of the TV and our breathing whatsoever being the only sound keeping it from being soundless.

Resting my hand on the side of my thigh, I mistakenly touch his fingers, the cold sensation hitting me alongside the fact that I touched him. I take aback my hand in a span of a second, my heartbeat increasing in speed as the awkwardness struck around in the atmosphere due to my stupid little mistake. Jungkook slightly turns his eyes to me, the silhouette of his face visible in the dim lights even when I'm not directly looking at him. "Are you cold?" He asks in a gentle voice, maybe assuming that I wanted to hold hands with him or something worse.

"A little, I'm fine though." I stick my hands to the gap between my thighs to warm my cold skin, being still as a statue after I've messed up, but he leans over and holds the remote to turn off the AC. "Is it fine now?"

He keeps the device back on its place, glancing behind at me to check for my reaction since I haven't spoken. "It is." I focus on the TV, discreetly moving a little away from him to quieten my gushing heartbeat, trying my best to ignore the fizzy feeling of literally being beside the one who makes me nervous and makes my body hot. We both watch the illuminated screen, letting silence spread once again. This time, it's not awkward. Just after some seconds pass, he turns to face me, getting me to catch notice of it, immediately. "You know...I'm honestly wanting to apologise. I didn't want to force you to stay here. I was stubborn to not let you go home. I'm sorry. I just....I only wanted to talk, with you."

The sparkles moving around his orbs, and his slow, murmuring voice explain what he kept to himself. He opens up about what he's been contemplating of, and I don't know, since when. While we lock eyes for longer, I make mine soft so that I can help him get out of the guilt. "It's okay. I never felt bad or forced so I'm staying here with my will. Don't be sorry, please, Jungkook."

I tell him what he has to hear, the truth, and as I speak, he turns less worried, his forehead eased; the aura around us shifts to a much better one. Jungkook shows a small smile, reaching his veiny hand forward and touching the side of my face to cup it, "you're really kind and sweet," the happiness I feel upon his touch on my skin is hard to describe, and this is a strange feeling but a good one too. "I'm just being truthful." He slowly removes his hand, the comfort leaving my body along with the effect of his touch fading from my face. My eyes scrutinise his face, his body language. He also does the same to me, but once we fall into an eye-contact, he initiates a soft smile. He moves closer just so that he can talk to me in a whisper. "If I talk about personal things, about us, will you be comfortable with it ?"

I give him a go-ahead, answering with a nod of my head. "I know it's hard, you must be missing your family, your country, and the memories there. But if you're ever sad and want to talk to someone about it, you can come to me. I'll be glad to hear you. It's...something I don't usually say, but since I'm not sure why I'm vulnerable when I'm with you, I'm saying this."

He lean down to rest his elbows on his thigh, he describes his thoughts in a deeper way, glancing at me. "I get pretty weird when I drink, but still." He pushes his hair back, laughing.

This person who's supposed to be proud of himself does the exact opposite, underestimating and degrading himself about a thing which is completely normal, I frown to show him my disappointment. "You're not weird, not at all. It's okay to speak like this, it's not something wrong and bad." Thinking twice before using my words and making any actions, I go closer to his body and place my hand on his forearm, "if you want....you can talk to me, about anything, like what's making you sad or worried."

The corners of his lips curve upwards as the seconds pass with him gazing, and he suddenly grabs my wrist. "You really know what to say to make someone feel better."

Jungkook pulls me into a hug, a warm and soft embrace which melts my heart because of how he wraps his strong arms around me, delicately, keeping his head on mine as I rest mine on his chest, listening to his low, steady heartbeat. He never loosens his hold or let goes, so I hug him back with the fondness he exudes with me in the hug. "I'm so glad you came to work with us, it's like I can finally have a friend who I can sit down and talk to, thank you, darling."

He snuggles to me, tightly, mumbling the words on the top of my head, holding my waist, darkening the imprint of his touches, his words, everything inside my heart which I feel for him, making me attracted towards himself even more than before.

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