Sharp Teeth | j.jk

Warm

Why did he ever think that camping in the middle of winter was a good idea?

"It'll be fun!" they said. "You can bring Y/N!" they said.

He should've known better.

"God, I can hear her teeth chattering from here." Seokjin groans. As shifters, they have a higher than average body temperature, so when they came out here on their own, they never saw the cold as a problem. Jungkook feels undeniably guilty for dragging you along, not just because it's supposed to be a Boys Only(™️) escapade, but also because he was now the reason you were cooped up in your shared tent, freezing half to death.

"She's literally lying in there with three blankets, and she's still cold?" Yoongi says, disbelief lacing his tone.

"She's only human, guys. Cut the girl some slack," Namjoon orders, roasting his marshmallow over the fire. Jungkook hears your teeth chatter from where he sits. He bites his lip.

Jimin sighs, gesturing defeatedly to your tent. "Go before she freezes to death."

Jungkook's eyes widen, looking around the campfire to double check everyone's expressions (glancing over Yoongi's annoyed expression). When he finds that the majority of his hyungs nod or smile or wave him off, he springs to his feet with a toothy grin. He unzips your tent clumsily, shouting over his shoulder, "I promise I'll make it up to you guys!"

His face falls and his eyes soften at the sight of you. Cold tremors wrack your body, teeth chattering. You're huddled as deeply into the blankets as possible. "Shit, Y/N. I'm sorry for leaving you alone in here."

He strides over as you raise your head weakly, cheeks pink and breath leaving your mouth in puffs of air. "Kookie?"

"'M here, angel," Jungkook cringes at his slip-up. He sinks down next to you, snuggling into your side and tucking the blankets securely underneath you to stop the cold air from blowing up under the blanket.

His cheeks burn when you latch onto him like a koala, curling into his side. You aren't usually this cuddly, so the cold must be making you desperate. That, or, stupidly, he hopes you've had a sudden change of heart.

You nuzzle into his chest, muttering something he doesn't quite catch. Jungkook smiles, about to wrap his arms around you when you reach for his jacket zipper, hands shaking as you pull it down. Jungkook is so confused that he only remembers himself once the zipper is already undone. "What are you—"

Sneaking your hands under his jacket, your fingers brush over the sweater he has underneath, pulling yourself into his chest and locking your arms around his back with your fingers clamped around the woolen fabric. Jungkook licks his lips, hands hovering uncertainly over your shoulders.

This is... new.

A cold breeze slips under the small opening at the bottom of his jacket while he opens his mouth in a silent gasp at what you do next. You throw your leg around his waist and pull him even closer, pressing yourself as close to him as you can.

"So so warm..." You whisper deliriously, your breath fanning over his collarbone.

So close. You are so so close, he can almost taste you. Oh god, your smell is so intoxicating he might actually—

"I like you."

Jungkook's breath catches in his throat. "You—you like me?" He repeats dumbly. Surely you don't—you can't really mean what he thinks you mean? He opens his mouth to question you further, but you interrupt him before he gets the chance. "I like you because you're warm and I like warm things."

Jungkook tries to suppress the crushing disappointment he feels. Of course you like him, he's the only thing keeping you from freezing to death. You'd never said it before, so why would you say it now?

Jungkook clears his throat, slowly wraps his arms around your small frame and holds you close to his chest. You hum contentedly, nuzzling at his collarbone before eventually going still.

His grip on you is weak and halfhearted. He's thinking too deeply to hold you proper. Thinking about why you'd say such a thing when you don't really mean it. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and folding himself around you. It's okay. He's okay. He doesn't need you to say it, doesn't need you to mean it.

"Don't cry..."

Jungkook perks up when you pull a hand out from his jacket, your nails running up and down the nape of his neck. He shivers. The feeling is heavenly and he deflates around you, letting out a warm, breathy sigh against your neck. "I'm not—"

"I love you, Jungkook, don't cry. If you cry I'll cry."

Love and adoration for you blooms in his chest at the same time a smile raises the corners of his mouth. He nuzzles into your shoulder. You not only like him, you love him. You love him enough to notice he's down, love him enough to try and make him feel better—even when your brain is numb from the cold and all you see him as is a personal heater.

"I love you too, angel." He whispers softly, holding you more firmly to his chest and grinning stupidly when your legs tighten around his waist. He sighs breathily against your scalp, heart pounding in his chest. "Go to sleep. I'll keep you warm." He mumbles into the crown of your head, breathing in your scent while your fingers slowly lose their rhythm the more you doze off.

For the rest of the night, Jungkook listens to your heartbeat.