Enamored

-Chapter 7-

I left the men downstairs deciding not to interrupt their time together.

Also I needed a break from my raising heart at almost getting caught in an intimate position with the infamous Jeon Jungkook, the best boxer to have lived in this town.

Even if most people didn't know it.

I had already changed into pj's and taken my makeup off. It was only 9 o'clock and knowing the guys, they weren't leaving until around 12.

I had done some laundry the day before so now I was folding my clothes. I could always go downstairs and join them. What would be the harm in that? I folded the last shirt and tucked it into the top left drawer where I put my smaller shirts.

I put my slippers on and walked towards the door.
I wanted to go downstairs but something told me not to. It was stupid though so I wrapped my hand around the door knob and opened the door.

I jumped at the sight of Jungkook getting ready to knock on the door.

"What are you doing?" I said almost scolding him. I looked behind him down at the first floor and pulled him into my room. I closed the door and locked it. "You're so stupid" he looked around the room before passing me and sitting down on the bed.

"Relax Y/n" his lips pulled up into a smirk. "I told them I was going to the bathroom, plus they're too into the game to even notice I'm gone."

I uncrossed my arms from my chest.

"What are you doing up here" it wasn't a question. It was my way of saying 'God you're so stupid'.

"I got bored" he shrugged it off like it was nothing.

"Yeah? And what am I supposed to do about that" I went back over to the now empty basket and took it off the dresser—throwing it down to the floor.

"I don't know" I waited for him to say something else, and he did. "Being with you is just better"
I ignored the way his words gave me chills.

I turned seeing him make himself comfortable on my—but not really mine—bed, his legs still draped off is, his eyes closed. His arms resting behind his head.

It was...a good view.

I thought about me being in his bed the night before, sleeping in his clothes and taking care of him. Smelling like him, and yeah...being with him.

I did the only thing I could do and jumped on the bed, landing in the space next to him.

"I was about to go downstairs" I stared up at the ceiling.

"Why" he opened his eyes and lifted himself up with one arm, he faced me.

"I also got bored" he was staring straight down at me and with all my strength I tried not to look at him. "Maybe I could have found you down there" he lowered his body back down.

"Yeah,..." "...but then I wouldn't be able to do this" he wrapped his left arm around my waist and moved closer to me. I felt my breath escape.

I stayed still for a while. "Jungkook..." he sighed into my neck.

"Don't think about Y/n, let's just stay like this...as friends" I'm not sure how many "freinds" cuddle after meeting less than a week ago.
But it felt nice having someone this close, so I closed my eyes and got rid of how tensed my body was.

I let myself relax for once since I got here.
"That's it" he whispered into my ear.
His eyes still closed.
The weight of his arm on my stomach felt good, I felt...safe?

"You don't have a lot of friends, huh?" I said wanting to be more vocal about my past thought of "friends don't cuddle" He chuckled but didn't say anything for a few minuetes.