Enamored

- Chapter 10 -

It's around 9:30 pm when a soft knock is heard at my door.

I'm not sleeping yet but I am laying in bed with all my blankets covering me, and my phone screen shining brightly on my face since the lights are off.

I groaned at the thought of getting up. It most likely being my dad, I took the easy way out.

"Come in" I said loud enough for him to hear me.
I could hear the doorknob turning but it seemed to be taking forever for the door to open.

Then quickly as if someone was chasing him, Jungkook opened and closed the door.

The light from my phone making it bright enough for me to at least make out it's him.

My body jolting up the second I realized who it was.

"Wha-" suddenly the blankets were being pulled from beside me. "What are you doing" alarm evident in my voice even as I tried keeping it below a whisper.

He groaned getting comfortable on the bed.
"I'm tired" he said, still not fixing any of my confusion.

"So? Why are you here?" He was close enough that I could feel the heat from his body radiating onto mine.

"Look Y/n, I've been practicing all day for a huge tournament I have in two days. I don't wanna walk all the way home." He turned to his side until he was leaning on his hand facing me.

Gosh is he hot.

"So you came here?"

"Where else would I go? I like being with you Y/n." He teased with a smile on his lips, his finger slightly poking my ribs.

I know I'm blushing, at least I put my phone down. Hoping the dark would save me from embarrassment.

"Doesn't mean you can sleep here, what if my dad comes up." He grinned only getting closer until he let himself drop next to me. He placed his arm around my waist like that night he had came into my room. He took in a breath closing his eyes.

"He won't, and if he does, I locked the door." There was still space between us and I know he won't dare to pull me closer, something about having his arm around me was enough for him to relax.

"Wait, you have a tournament?" I ask after replaying his words. He sends me a sleepy 'mhm'.
"How does that even work?" Obviously I know he has another fight. But tournaments usually mean he's having more than one fight, if we're going based off  sports tournaments like the ones I used to have when I played volleyball throughout my middle school years.

He groans, forcing himself to open his eyes and look at me again. "It means exactly what it sounds like. I fight and if I win I go on to another fight and so on." Exactly what I expected, but for some reason it seemed worse knowing that he had to constantly keep fighting. "It's a whole day thing, rounds are shorter in order to be able to fit all the fights and fighters into one day." Based on his voice he sounds like this doesn't affect him at all, like spending his whole day getting hurt and hurting others is nothing to him.

"All day" I say more in shock than anything.

"It's my first, I'm finally strong enough and worthy enough to be signed up. If I win, I can win a lot of money." That makes me roll my eyes even as if he sounded to be mocking himself.

"So you're doing it for the money?"

He sighs "I'm doing it for my brother" his voice lowers as if this was a secret no one is supposed to know.

"How does the tournament work?" I have to know what he's getting himself into. As his friend, I care about him.

"There are barley any rules. We can only use gloves the first two rounds out of five, like I said, rounds are shortened due to time management. Any move is legal."