Drive me crazy| JJK

12| My Cocky Roomate

As the plane touched down on the runway at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris, a sense of excitement bubbled up inside me. This was it, the start of our much-anticipated trip to France. I was travelling with my seven teammates, and we couldn't wait to explore this beautiful country.

The moment we stepped out of the airport, the crisp French air filled our lungs, and the bustling atmosphere of the city greeted us with open arms. Our faces lit up with smiles as we hailed a fleet of taxis to take us to our destination – a famous French hotel we had heard so much about.

The hotel was everything we had imagined and more. Lavish chandeliers hung from the ceilings, and the lobby was adorned with exquisite French art. We checked in, and soon, we were each handed the keys to our rooms.

I entered my room, feeling a mixture of exhaustion from the long flight and exhilaration for the adventures that awaited us. The room was elegantly decorated, with a stunning view of the Eiffel Tower from the window. It was a dream come true.

After freshening up and getting settled, we decided to do some sightseeing. Paris had so much to offer, and we couldn't wait to immerse ourselves in its culture. As we gathered in the hotel lobby, I couldn't help but notice Y/n, a fellow teammate, looking as excited as I felt.

"Hey, Y/n," I said, approaching her. "Is there anything specific you'd like to see today?"

She looked at me with a playful glint in her eye. "Well, Jungkook, there's this place I've always wanted to visit – the Bridge of Love Locks."

A smile tugged at my lips. "Sounds romantic. Do you have someone in mind whom you'd do this activity with?"

Y/n chuckled, her confidence shining through. "Who needs someone else? I can lock my own love, thank you very much."

I couldn't help but laugh at her cocky response. "You're right, Y/n. Love for oneself is just as important."

We strolled through the charming streets of Paris, taking in the enchanting atmosphere. The city's beauty was captivating, and I was grateful to be experiencing it with my teammates, especially Y/n, whose lively spirit added an extra layer of excitement to our adventure.

As we finally reached the Bridge of Love Locks, I watched Y/n choose a padlock from a nearby vendor, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. She scribbled her name on it and, with a determined expression, fastened it to the bridge, among countless others that symbolized love, both shared and self-love.

The sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the city. Y/n and I stood there, side by side, admiring the bridge adorned with thousands of locks, each telling a unique story.

"Today has been amazing," Y/n said, her voice softening as she looked out over the Seine River. "And I'm glad I got to share it with you, Jungkook."

I smiled at her, feeling a connection that went beyond friendship.

Beyond friendship....is it even possible?

When I look into her eyes I see sparkle of love, but it's not the same. Those eyes look at me as if we are acquainted. Sometimes when she brings her face close to mine it isn't because she wants to kiss me but because of her uncontrollable excitement, or when she clings to my arm it isn't because she's head over heels for me but because she seeks...a friend.

Why do you bring me my favourite cereal, or sit with me at night listening to my cries of vulnerability? Why do you end up sleeping in my shirt or sitting on my lap thinking I wouldn't notice it? Why do you do all this just as friends?

I hate it.
It makes me think of you as something more than JUST FRIENDS.

After an eventful day of sightseeing and exploration in the heart of Paris, I returned to my hotel room. The luxurious suite was both inviting and intimidating, with its opulent furnishings and spaciousness. I couldn't help but feel a sense of solitude as I prepared for bed. Even though we were all in the same hotel, the fact that we each had our own rooms left me feeling strangely empty. Wasn't this what we all wanted? Our own space, privacy, and comfort?

As I lay in bed, unable to sleep and deep in thought, I couldn't help but think about Y/n. Her earlier cocky response about locking her own love had amused me, but now, in the quiet of the night, I found myself wishing there was a bed next to mine where she could be. Her presence had brought an extra layer of excitement and joy to our day, and the emptiness I felt now was proof of that.

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, a sudden knock on my door jolted me upright. My heart raced as I cautiously approached the door. Who could it be at this hour?

I opened the door slowly, and to my surprise, I found a tiny figure standing there, her face obscured by a pillow. It was Y/n. She looked up at me with a sheepish smile and removed the pillow from her face.

"Jungkook," she began, "I hope I didn't startle you. Can I come in? I can't sleep."

I blinked in surprise but quickly stepped aside to let her into my room. As she entered, her eyes darted around, taking in the neatness and elegance of the suite.

"Nice place you've got here," she remarked, her voice filled with admiration.

I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms. "Thanks, Y/n. What's keeping you awake at this hour?"

She hesitated for a moment before answering, "Something's missing."

I furrowed my brow, concerned. "What do you mean?"

She turned to me, a playful glint in her eyes once again. "My cocky roommate," she said with a smile.

I couldn't help but laugh at her response. "Well, here I am, your cocky roommate," I said, feeling a warmth spread through me. It was as if her presence had filled the void I didn't even realize was there.

Y/n settled down on the edge of the bed, and we began to chat, sharing stories and laughter, as the night continued to deepen around us.

It didn't take long for me to realize that sometimes, the best adventures were the ones that unfolded unexpectedly, and in this moment, with Y/n by my side, I couldn't have been happier.