Under Your Skin || Jungkook

35

Ever since he came back to our table, he's been quiet and serious. Black and white. That cute smiley and touchy boy I came in with, seems to have gotten lost among Jungkook's serious and distant personality at some point of the night.

I try to cheer him up a few times, but I only get him to smile for a short second because he goes back to his straight face. I pinch the reverse of his hand, I try to get him to talk, I even more my chair closer to him... for nothing, Because his attitude remains the same.

—I'm just a bit tired —he finally says, after I've asked him five times.

—Do you want to leave and get some rest? —I suggest, resting my chin on his shoulder—. I've already finished mine. And I'm sure it won't be a good idea for me to get another one.

When he turns his head to lay his dark eyes on me, I finally get a genuine smile as he nods. Moving away from him after finally getting a reaction, I stand up, placing all my clothes in the right place.

—Tae isn't here today? —I frown, trying to find him among the customers.

—No, he didn't feel well. So Brooke is in charge of the place.

—I hope he feels better soon —I mutter as we head outside—. Tell him that if he needs something...

—I will —he cuts me up.

I knew there was something wrong when he came back to our table with that serious aura, but I shrugged it off after he said it was just because he was tired. But after this, and how stiff he drives all the way back to my house, I know there's something else behind that attitude.

I hop off his motorbike, thinking he'd stop the engine and go up to my place as he usually does, but the roar of the engine keeps filling the silence in my street.

—You aren't sleeping here? —I frown at him, confused.

—I'd rather go to my place tonight.

The same man who kept throwing tantrums because I wouldn't let him sleep in my bed just two weeks ago?

—Cut the shit, Jungkook —I cross my arms over my chest—. What's wrong?

—I told you I'm tired.

—And I'm not buying it —I tilt my head to look at him better—. You were fine tonight, and out of nowhere you started acting like...

—Like what?

—Like an ass —I rush to answer—. If you were tired, you could've told me. And we would've gone straight to my house or your place.

—If my attitude bothered you so much, you could've called Jin so he could keep you better company.

I scoff, placing my hands on my hips as I look away trying to process what he's just said. It's not the jealous act he's trying to pull, or how he got annoyed about it without even talking to me, but the distant attitude and the childish response that I have no idea where it's coming from at all.

—Why are you bringing up Jin?

—You tell me —he finally turns off the engine—. Why did I have to learn from someone else that you and Jin went out for drinks, and were all over each other?

—All over each other? You have to be kidding me.

I look at him, both hands hanging on my hips as I try to process what he just said.

—He's my fucking boss. He invited me for drinks, because he couldn't do it on my first day —I try to explain to him—. He knows we're seeing each other. For fucks sake, the day after, you came to pick me up and he saw us being all over each other.