"you say it's because of my age, girl, but age ain't nothing but a number"
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a story of which a mother of two finds herself entangled with her son's best friend, jungkook.
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I hadn't slept so peacefully in awhile.
My body was basically automated to wake up by the crack of dawn. I would usually make breakfast, clean up the house a little before getting ready for work. But nowadays, I found myself sleeping in.
Despite falling asleep on the couch, I was so comfortable being cradled against his chest, feeling occasional kisses on my forehead at random times during the night.
Feeling the radiance of the sun deep through the window against my skin as well as the heat of his body radiating against mine as his hand stroked my back.
Snuggling against his chest, my eyes slightly flutter open, trying to adjust to the drastic change in lighting and to my surprise, Jungkook was not only awake but staring directly at me. He looked like he didn't wake up too long ago, and sleep was still evident in his eyes, but nonetheless, he stared.
"This is what serial killers do, JK." I mumbled, referring to him just watch me sleep.
Realizing I was finally awake, he gently stroked my messy Afro out of my face, before placing a peck against my lips.
"Why are you just staring at me?" I grumbled, placing my head against his chest, snuggling against him for warmth and immediately he responds by pulling me closer to him by my waist.
"I can't help it." He sounded apologetic and genuinely serious— like he couldn't control himself.
With a tired scoff, I continue to drift back into sleep, though I could hear some noise from a distance— it was a flurry of knocks on the front door.
"Miss Carter." I heard Jungkook's deep morning voice drawl. Unresponsive, head pressed against his chest, I buried my face further in his broad chest. I suddenly felt his kisses on my forehead, a futile attempt to try and wake me up but he did it nonetheless. "Miss Carter." He repeated, caressing my back.
"Mhm?" I mumbled, half-asleep.
"Do you want me to get the door?" Jungkook asked softly.
I stiffly shook my head. "It's probably Mrs Dabney from next door. Whenever her grandson kicks over his football she comes knocking. I'll return it later. It's way too early right now."
"Alright." Jungkook murmured, still stroking me. "You hungry? Should I make you something to eat, babe?"
I didn't respond, still half-asleep, drooling on his arm at this point but Jungkook didn't seem to mind.
In fact, I'm pretty sure he liked it.
Realizing I was too tired to even speak, he left it alone and just continued to caress me.
But the same noise from before kept persisting and it was growing more distracting and loud but I was focused on my sleep to even pay it attention, assuming it was just the neighbours.
