𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

chapter twenty-seven

-[Jungkook's pov]:

A sly smirk spread across my lips as I asked, my voice low and husky, "How long are you planning to stare now?"

Her eyes widened, as she flinched by my sudden question. Her gaze now darted up to meet mine before quickly fleeing like a bird taking flight, not letting it last for even a second longer. Her eyes now danced around the room, avoiding mine.

She stuttered, "T-That's not...I mean, I wasn't staring..." Her words trailed off, lost in the silence that suddenly enveloped us. As if she fell short of excuses to deny it.

Her gaze now casted downward, while her cheeks flushed a deep pink, her lower lip trembled as she fumbled with her fingers.

Is she embarrassed? I couldn't help but find her embarrassment endearing.

A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I took in her adorable state. Her thoughts were transparent, and I couldn't resist teasing her. Her head thinks a lot.

I moved closer, my movements deliberate, and bent down, placing my hands on either side of her bed, trapping her between them. My face just a few inches away from hers as I asked in a low and playful tone, "Then what was it?" I tilted my head, my eyes locked on hers, daring her to look up, to meet my gaze.

As I drew closer, her gaze finally met mine, but she couldn't hold it for long. She immediately looked away, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson shade.

"I was not staring-" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, trying to act natural while her heart raced like a wild drumbeat.

I could sense her nervousness, no matter how much she tried to conceal it but her body betrayed her attempts to appear calm. I could clearly hear how her heart was pounding inside her chest.

Thud...thud...

So loud and clear...and this was happening because of me. I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction building up inside me after realizing that my presence was affecting her so much.

My fingers instinctively reached out, and gently tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Look me in the eyes when I am talking to you," I whispered, my voice low and husky.

But the moment my gaze landed on her gaze, my eyes widened at the sight before me. Her face had turned an even brighter shade of red, as if set aflame by my words. I couldn't help but be taken aback by the intensity of her reaction.

Is she having a fever..?

Without thinking, I leaned in closer, my forehead now touched hers, our skin warm against each other. "You're not having a fever, so why are you turning so red?" I teased, my eyes closed, savoring the warmth of the moment.

But before I could anticipate her next move, she reacted, and knocked her forehead against mine with a gentle but firm bump. A small groan escaped my lips as I felt the sudden jolt.

"Ouch-" I whispered, my eyes flying open to meet hers, filled with confusion, shock, surprise, embarrassment, guilt and what not.

"That-" her voice trailed off as she gasped, her eyes fixed on me rubbing my forehead. "That was a mistake!" She exclaimed, her voice came out louder this time, laced with a hint of desperation, as if she was trying to convince me of her innocence.

I watched her silently and still, my eyes never left hers, as I waited for her to elaborate. My curiosity was piqued, and I was eager to see how she would wriggle out of this one.

"I didn't mean to hit you-" she stammered, her words tumbling out in a rush. "It was like I thought you were going to kiss-" She paused, her eyes widening as she realized what she was about to reveal. Her hand flew up, covering my mouth, as if to stifle the words before they escaped.