(BTS FF) Ending Green

twenty-eightˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ platonically sleeping on top of you

Riya's POV

I wake up to a loud voice that I soon recognize as Taehyung's.

I snuggle deeper into my bed, sighing in contentment at the warmth surrounding me. I move slightly, lifting my hand closer to my face, and feel something firm—something too firm to be my bed.

I try to open my eyes, but the exhaustion keeps them closed. I'm comfortable, and that's enough to let me slip back to sleep.

"What do we have here?" Taehyung's voice breaks through my peaceful slumber, and I groan, holding onto my bed tightly in protest.

How did he get into my room? I always lock the door before I go to sleep.

Alarm floods through my senses, and I try to lift my head. The movement only obtains more, and it's with a surprised peep do I acknowledge the arms that wrap around me. They keep me in place, keep me from lifting my head enough for it to be beneficial, and my eyes fly open.

My surprise only increases when I'm met with Jungkook's face. I blink rapidly, wondering if I'm still dreaming, but no, he's right here. He's right beneath me.

My hands are on his chest, and the rest of my body is spread on top of his. Every inch of me is touching him, and his arms are holding me closer than I thought possible.

His chest is rising and falling steadily, and with a glance upwards, I realize he's sleeping. Why are we—oh. Oh. We fell asleep on the living room couch.

"You two look a bit too close for comfort, aye?" Taehyung snickers. "Oh, look. Riya's waking up." He coos, "Hi, Riya."

"Leave them alone." Hoseok laughs. "Let them be."

"You do realize they're in the living room," Taehyung returns. "Which connects to the kitchen, which means it's a public space."

"Little shit, leave them be."

"You're no fun!"

What do they think happened?

Is...oh God, will Jungkook not be okay with this? Does he know we fell asleep like this?

I place my hands on his shoulders and shake him slightly. A guttural noise leaves him, and his arms tighten around me.

My body reacts instantaneously, heat spreading through me like wildfire. I bite back any potential noises and bury my face back into his chest.

"Jungkook," I mumble. "Wake up."

He doesn't budge.

I shake his shoulders again, and he grunts, urging my body higher until my head rests near his neck.

My stomach pulsates, and my fingers twitch sporadically against him. His mouth is inches from mine, and I quickly train my eyes to his jaw instead.

My heart beats wildly against his. I can't be feeling these things. He's my friend.

"Jungkook." I press my fingers into his sides. "Wake up."

"Jungkook!" Taehyung hollers from the kitchen.

The sound startles me, but it startles Jungkook more. His body twitches awake, and he sits up quickly, keeping his arms wrapped around me. He blinks quickly, his attention falling on me, and in the next second, he's cupping my face in his hands.

I think I try to say something, but I'm not sure any words leave me.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his forehead creased in concern. "You're okay?"

His fingers lavish attention on my cheeks, and I melt in his hold. I nod, my hands reaching to cover his.

He seems to breathe easier, and the wheels begin turning in his brain. He frowns, his eyes narrowing as he looks around.