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3 am
The ghost of the night was here again to greet his most favorite guest.
Jungkook rolled, plopped on his tummy, shed the covers, stick his one leg out, put the covers back again, laid on his back.
He tried everything. And yet he was unable to sleep.
But this time the reason wasn't insomnia. It was you.
He couldn't stop thinking about you. He felt restless. He direly wanted to get his feelings out. Out of the balloon of anxiety that he was pumping everyday with affection towards you. He wanted to let go of this balloon and let it fly free before it'd combust.
Before he'd combust.
He wanted to hold you, cuddle you and snuggle you. Whisper all the loving thoughts he feels for you.
Selfish.
He'd be selfish if he did that. Will he?
Was loving someone selfish?
He thought.
" aghh YN what you're doing to me"
He knows she feels the same. And he does too. So what's the problem?
These thoughts spiraled and tightened their grip around him, choking him like a python.
"You feel magnetically drawn towards them. You feel every moment spent without them is being wasted. You crave them."
Taehyung's words did stir the pot for him. He was in a stew. Which was now boiling over the flame of his longing for you.
" oh fuck it. I am a man of guts. And my gut never lies. JK's gut never lies." He sat up. Making up his mind.
He had set his mind now like a soldier. He will do it. He will give it a shot. You're worth the shot.
Step 3: Decision
" I'll confess to her tomorrow." as the words left the petals of his lips. He felt his chest 1000 times lighter.
His ribcage was now lingering with butterflies of his feelings towards you. He was giddy. Too giddy.
And now he was too exuberant to sleep.
Oh the irony.
Usually when he couldn't sleep and the ghost would haunt him, he'd do lives until he felt drowsy.
But now it seemed only your soporific voice could bring him to his serene slumber.
So he instantly grabbed his phone and tapped your contact number.
Waiting for you Anpanman~~~
" Hello kookieeeee" you singsong, shedding the facemask off your face. Your feet up in air, toes kissing each other as you laid on your tummy like a typical scene from chick flick.
" wow YN I thought you'd be asleep. You picked up after 2 rings. I hope am not disturbing your beauty sleep bun" he said with the same posture as yours.
Souls can mirror each other without switching too.
" Naur Kookie I have trouble sleeping at this time. Just like you. I am surprised you ain't blessing us with a live right now. I was waiting for you"
Waiting for you Anpanman?
" Bub. Why you need me to do the live when I can come live just for you huh?"
✨️Incoming Facetime from Kookie 💜
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