𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌-𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

Chapter 17

"Jungkook??"

Your widened orbs were gazing upon his limping figure. You used your arms to support yourself getting up, but he soon came crashing onto the couch you were just relaxed on.

His hitched breathing was only venting through his gaped mouth. The lids of his baggy eyes were lightly shut.

You absentmindedly sat yourself down beside his dough-like body, weakened on the sofa right near his bushy licorice hair.

Those small grazes on his face were very much fresh. Only his raspy breathing was filling the room. 

"Jungkook..."

You spoke monotonely towards him. He didn't answer you. Pretty much telling you that he was still noticeably upset from the other day.

He used his hand to wipe the visible beads of sweat of his forehead where some strands were glued to.

You thought to get up and not be a bother to him, calming himself down from who knows what happened out there.

A light touchy feeling had casted on your exposed thigh, leaving you statued half way up as you whipped your eyes to him.

"Stay.." 

The delayed breath of his murmurred before you could fully stand up. So, you followed his request with his hand still strapped to your thigh.

Soon after, Jungkook shuffled his body backward to your direction, placing his head gently on your lap with his eyes relaxed closed.

It gave your chest a rise, quickly speeding up the pulse in your blooming heart. 

The tinted pink shading across your whole face. The main area being your cheeks.

He remained lying completely still whilst having your legs as his head cushion for a period of time.

You've never had this much of a complex emotion circling throughout your mind to your chest. He was pretty much napping on half of you.

You lowered your gaze to his resting face, soothing his breathing. Absentmindely you tugged away the thin strands of moist hair scattered on his head.

Before your fingers softly combed through his bangs, slicking them back like you were a mother with your sleeping child.

You couldn't take your eyes off of his exquisite beauty. The delicate skin surrounding his face was like no other person you've seen.

It was odd how he didn't react from your hand brushing through his sweat soaked hair. Not moving a single muscle in his body.

It felt so calming.

Why is this touching?

Not only that. What shampoo does Jungkook use to make it so incredibly soft? Like stroking a fur coated bunny.

"Um.. Jungkook? Are you good now?" You asked him in a way of saying 'Can you get off me now?' You didn't want to anger him. One of his eyes blinked open at you. 

Jungkook wasn't doing anything except just laying there on your lap still. You were losing your patience, and flipped back to the annoyed side of you.

Sliding yourself away from his head which fell onto the surface of the lounge. His head craned up glaring at you strut over to the kitchen cabinets.

This thing you grabbed was a first-aid kit. Jungkook lifted himself up with a slight pissed off look read on his body language.

He tried to walk away, back to his bedroom you presumed, til you snapped at him to sit back down.