Have You Fallen In Love, Yet? | TK

7.

Taehyung POV

A loud scream escapes from me, piercing the silence of the room, prompting Jungkook to swiftly move towards me. His hand acts as a sudden silencer, muffling the sound before it can echo any further.

"Shh," he hushes softly, his warm breath brushing against my ear. "Don't want to wake up your parents, do you?"

A blush spreads like wildfire across my cheeks. I take in our intertwined positions - me sprawled across the soft expanse of my bed, clad only in my boxers, while Jungkook hovers closely. With a harsh nudge, I push him away, the physical contact causing a jolt of awareness to spike through me. Hastily clambering to my feet, I attempt to regain a sense of composure, my heart still racing.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I ask loudly, my voice steeped in disbelief and urgency, reflecting the shock that pulses through me at the sight of Jungkook unexpectedly appearing in my room.

"Taehyung? You okay?" I hear the concern in my mom's voice as she calls out, her tone laden with worry, causing my heart to race even faster. Without a moment's hesitation, I swiftly and forcefully push Jungkook down to the floor, my actions borderline frantic as I attempt to conceal his presence.

"Get in." My words, tinged with fear, escape through gritted teeth as I issue a sharp command to Jungkook, urging him to hide under the bed, 

"Tae! I'm coming in." My mom yells and barges in. She enters the room swiftly, her gaze sweeping across the space, every detail scrutinized as her eyes settle on the open window

"Hey." My attempt at nonchalance falls somewhat flat

"Why's the window open?" She asks. "And I heard a scream."

"Oh um I opened the window to let some fresh air in but a nasty raccoon- Ouch!" I yell when I feel a pinch on my leg. 

"What?" my mom's confusion deepens, her gaze narrowing as she watches me closely.

"Oh, sorry, I just felt something rub against my leg," I offer a plausible excuse, hoping to alleviate her growing suspicions.

"Well, if everything is alright," she begins, her voice tinged with skepticism, "I'll let you get some sleep. Good night."

"Night." I mutter and basically push my mom out and lock the door behind her.

"Nasty raccoon?" I hear Jungkook inquire, his tone laced with subtle amusement, as he meticulously smoothens out the wrinkles on his attire. My eyes quickly assess his choice of clothing — a finely tailored suit. It's literally 9p.m., who the fuck wears suits at night?

"I-I couldn't think of anything else." I mutter. "Now, will you kindly enlighten me why you're here?"

"You tempted me." He says and lays onto my bed, stretching his long, muscular limbs.

"No, I certainly did not," I refute his claim with exasperation clouding my response.

"Ah, but you did," Jungkook insists.

"Whatever. That doesn't mean you can just barge into my room at night and do whatever you're doing right now." I whisper-yell.

"You have such smooth skin akin to a porcelain doll," a surprising observation escapes Jungkook's lips, his gaze unabashedly skimming over my exposed figure. It doesn't take me long to grasp the implications behind his words, prompting me to swiftly retreat into the bathroom to retrieve a robe for modesty. "Hey, I was enjoying the scenery!" Jungkook protests, his tone a mix of amusement and feigned disappointment

"Perv." I mutter under my breath. "Now, would you fucking get out of my house or should I call the cops?"

The smirk remains on Jungkook's face as he taunts, challenging me to take action. "Feel free to call them. I doubt they can do much against me," he retorts in a tone that exudes confidence.