The Seventh Floor - JJK [✓]

THIRTY - THREE

Jungkook's Pov

She's the kind of cool that could freeze time, and the hotness that could make a snowman break a sweat. It's like trying to predict the weather in a volcano – totally unpredictable, but undeniably intriguing.

With a subtle flick, I turned off the brighter lights, casting a dim glow over the tastefully decorated surroundings just as she prepared in my room on our first night. She's fiercely cute.

Taking a moment to relax, I removed my blazer and bow, unfastened the top two buttons of my shirt.  The seconds felt stretched, and impatience crept in. Why was she taking so long? With a purposeful stride, I made my way towards the bathroom, a gentle knock breaking the silence, "Yn, you okay?"

"Jungkook, I'm taking a bath, please use another bathroom," she replied. I sighed, needing to wait longer.

Grabbing my casual clothes, I left our room, heading downstairs to Hyung's room. The door was open, and the sight surprised me. Hyung was holding Eva's hand. I knocked and coughed, prompting them to stand.

Eva started explaining the situation, "Oppa, Mr. Kim didn't have the wedding cake, so I just came to give it to him. We had a few talks about my and Yn's friendship, and then he mentioned he knows palm reading. I was just..."

Hyung knows nothing about it. "Oh, so, what do the lines on your hand reveal?" I sternly asked. She flinched, replying, "That I'll get a tall man with a deep voice and the prettiest smile..." she innocently spoke as I burst into laughter, hyung looked away.

"Isn't that a common thing, princess?" I said, moving toward them. "And perhaps, that common is somewhere around you," I added.

She looked confused, "Huh? Whatever!! I planned to remain single forever," she said, sticking her tongue out at me before leaving.

"Nice try, Hyung, you should come up with something more convincing, but she will be touched by your old fashioned tactics." I teased him. He was embarrassed and wanted to run, but where could he go?

Analyzing me with clothes in hand, "Yaaa!! What are you doing here? Your Queen will declare war if she doesn't find you in your room," he teased back, and I quickly realized, rushing to the bathroom.

After a swift shower and a change into casuals, I ran back to our room. I locked the door and took off my shirt. Yn was still in the bathroom. I knocked again impatiently.

"Just two minutes. I'm done!" came her reply from behind the door. I sat on the bed, filled a glass of water that we need later, fidgeting slightly with anticipation. It struck me—why was I waiting like this? This wasn't my usual style.

Feeling the need to break the monotony, I stood up, lit a cigarette. While enjoying the drags, I gazed out of the balcony door, taking in the dimly illuminated night view. Eventually, I found myself back again at the bathroom door waiting for her, leaning against the wall.

The door opened, and there she was, wrapped in a towel, her damp hair adding a subtle allure. My eyes, filled with impatience and admiration, traced her from head to toe. Damn she's drop dead gorgeous !!

She reached for the cigarette in my hand, attempting a drag, but a sudden cough prompted me to pull it away. "Yn, don't. Are you secretly smoking behind my back?"

With an innocent pout, she defended herself, "No, no! You just look hot doing this, so I thought..." a touch of adorable contradiction to her usual tough self. Taking her hand, we moved towards the bed, extinguishing the cigarette in the ashtray.

"Jungkook, I've slept so much, but you must be tired?" she inquired with a slightly dropped face. Despite not having rested throughout the day, I had been busy preparing things. She wasn't aware that, for me, the night ahead of intimacy was a gateway to my peaceful sleep.