(BTS FF) Ending Green

twenty-three ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚to cherish sweetly

Riya's POV

Hoseok and Jin fall asleep after two hours of watching a sitcom, and I'm left watching reruns of shows.

It's comforting to have both of them near me, but without their commentary or random chatter, the ache in my stomach grows.

My eyelids are heavy, and I yawn, pulling the sleeves of my sweatshirt over my hands to bring them to my face. In my sleepy state, I imagine times when Jungkook wore it.

He used to wear it a lot around their house before he brought it here. I remember the first time he wore it. I remember how when he hugged me while wearing it; complete warmth enveloped me, and I felt so safe.

I envision he's wearing the sweatshirt now and the sleeve caressing my face is his. I melt further into Hoseok's bed and let out a soft sigh.

The ache in my stomach is now of a different kind. I claw at it before pushing myself off of the bed.

I grunt at the impact. Hoseok and Jin stir but don't wake up, and I slowly get to my feet.

Stifling a yawn, I wrap my blanket around me and slip out of the room, carefully closing the door behind me.

I topple over to Jungkook's room with little to no grace and bring my fist up to knock. My eyes widen when the knock is much louder than I expected it to be, and I look around expecting my friends to awake in consequence.

While I'm inspecting the darkness of the cabin, Jungkook's door opens, and I topple forward. I let out a squeak of surprise, ready to greet the floor for the second time in less than two minutes, but firm hands keep me from falling.

Jungkook steadies me by my shoulders, and I think I swoon. I'm not sure. I've never swooned before.

When his voice arrives, it's as soft as the sleeves of his sweatshirt.

"Easy." He tilts my chin up and searches my face. It takes a moment, but he comes to a conclusion. "You're half asleep."

I nod in his hold. "Mhm, and I'm swooning."

"Swooning, huh?"

"Yeah. I like your sweatshirt." I fall further against him, and he relaxes his grip enough to fold me into a hug. I hum with appreciation. "I like hugging you."

"Yeah?" He moves a bit so we're standing sideways in his doorframe. "I'm going to take you back to bed. We can hug all you want tomorrow."

"No," I protest. "I want to stay with you."

"You can barely keep your eyes open." He watches as I struggle to stay upright. "Let me take you to bed."

"Take me to your bed," I whine. "I want to be with you."

"Your bed will be lonely without you."

"I'll be lonely without you."

He exhales, and it sounds like silent laughter. "You'll see me tomorrow."

"I want to see you now, and all the time, but I want to see you right now especially."

"Why right now?"

"I don't know." I rub the side of my face. "I was falling asleep and thought of you, so I had to come find you."

"You found me."

"I know, and I can't just leave now that I have." I tighten my hold on him. "Please. I can just sleep on your floor."

"You can't sleep on the floor, sweet girl. Let me take you to your room."

"You called me—Jungkook, you called me sweet girl again." I giggle. "Do it again."

He chuckles. "You need sleep."