(BTS FF) Ending Green

seventeen✧༺vacation

Riya's POV

After dessert and more excited vacation planning from Taehyung, I feel my eyes drooping before a small stinging appears near the side of my head.

Startled, I sit up, instinctively wiping at my mouth.

"Jesus—" Jin shakes his head, a mixture of Taehyung and Hoseok's laughter ringing through the air. "You're going to drown in a pool of your own drool, Riya."

"I don't drool," I return defensively, although I wipe at the corners of my mouth once more. "It's not nice to lie."

"I agree, but I'm not lying."

I huff, still in my sleep-deprived state, and resituate my cheek on the table.

"Water will ruin my table," Jin reproves. "Riya, go to bed if you're tired, but leave my poor table alone. It's been through enough, Taehyung."

"Leave me alone," the accused retorts.

I rub my eyes. "Hoseok, does your throat feel better after the ice cream?"

He sighs. "It soothed it a bit, but honestly, I think I'm fucked."

I yawn. "Hoseok said a bad word."

"Riya drooled on the table," he returns.

"Never mind." I yawn again. "Hoseok didn't say a bad word; I was just kidding."

Jin rolls his eyes at us, motioning toward the stairs and instructing, "Go on."

"But I want to stay with you guys," I protest. "I promise I'll stay awake."

"Aw, she wants to stay even though she was ratting me out a second ago," Hoseok teases. "How could you say no to her drooly face?"

I turn into an impossibly dark shade of red. "I don't drool."

Hoseok grins. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"Speaking of sleep—" Jin nods towards the stairs. "Up to bed. You're too tired to be driving back to your apartment."

I relent and stand, mumbling my goodnights as I take my dish to the sink. Once I put it in the sink, I'm trapped in a sleepy haze, and the guest bed doesn't sound as bad as it did when Jin suggested it.

I'm mumbling to myself, positive I'm in a dream by the time I reach Jungkook. I'm half aware he's conversing with the others, but all I can see is his lips moving and how his thumb plays with his forefinger—how he's immersed in the conversation and how it holds his full attention.

A frown sneaks its way into my expression as I wish I had his full attention, and I'm left wondering why.

"Riya," Taehyung cuts into my thoughts, bringing me back to reality.

I blink, turning to him.

He continues rather bluntly, "You're staring."

I shake my head resolutely, feeling Jungkook's eyes on me.

Taehyung now sports a barely hidden smirk. "You were."

I shake my head and shake and shake.

"Did you need something?" Jungkook asks, his voice low.

Heat tingles my skin as I slowly meet his gaze. His eyebrows shift when I do, and he looks so soft and safe. Maybe I'm just too sleepy, but I take a step closer and throw my arms around his neck.

He doesn't hesitate as his arms encircle my waist to bring me closer to him. I press my cheek to his, inhaling his comfort as his touch envelops me, his hand on my back to guide me to him.