The Clandestine Us

Nine

⋆˖˚Jennie's POV .𖥔 ݁ ˖

I woke up feeling dirty and noticed that I wasn't in my own room. I didn't panic because I knew I was with Jungkook earlier, and I saw him sleeping soundly on the sofa bed. Still, I had no idea how I ended up here. But that was the least of my concerns right now, I needed to take a shower.

I went to his bathroom to freshen up. I used the essentials he had there because I didn't have any of my own; I hadn't expected to sleep over at his place.

"I should really stop shutting down whenever I drink," I reminded myself.

I have decent alcohol tolerance, so beer doesn't usually give me a hangover. In fact, I rarely get hangovers if it's just beer or if I drink moderately. A few hours of sleep usually washes all the alcohol out of my system, especially after taking a hot or cold bath.

I noticed a folded bathrobe and towel, so I assumed I could use them. I tried to ask him, but he didn't seem fully awake. However, he agreed, so I took my chances. Half of his clothes were black, but I found some Calvin Klein items and new boxers, so I chose those. Fortunately, the boxers fit me even though they weren't my size and were meant for men. They would do for the time being, and the shirt looked like a dress on me, so it didn't look awkward.

He was awake when I came out of his closet, and he looked at me as if he were studying me. I panicked a bit, of course, and mumbled some words to mask my uneasiness.

"Mind if we talk?" Jungkook asked.

"Uh..." I hesitated. "Aren't you sleepy?"

He sat up straight and looked at me intently. I remembered why I drank so much—I was pissed—but now, I just felt embarrassed.

"I'm not sleepy for you. We need to talk now, hmm?" he answered sweetly, smiling at me.

"Fine, I guess," I replied softly with a heavy sigh.

As if I had a choice.

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His room had a monochrome theme that screamed masculinity. Personally, I thought it really suited his style and vibes. It was neat, but you could definitely tell it was a man's room. He remained on his sofa bed while I sat at the edge of his main bed.

"Where are your clothes?" he asked.

"Uh, I already hand-washed my undies, but the rest of my clothes are still in your bathroom."

"You sure you're okay now?"

"I rarely get hangovers from just beer, and it seems like I fell asleep, so that's probably why I'm feeling okay now," I explained.

He chuckled and moved to sit near me, facing me. He was really hot, especially with that messy hair. He was wearing an oversized gray shirt and cream pajamas. It was impressive that his chest was still visible even with the oversized shirt. He looked both buff and puffy at the same time.

"Whoa! You removed your lip piercing!" I exclaimed after noticing it was gone.

"Uh, yeah, just in case you wanted to kiss me," he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Babo! (Idiot), you must be dreaming," I replied, playfully rolling my eyes at him.

He chuckled and leaned in to face me.

"So, you're jealous of Winter, huh?" he asked me straightforwardly.

My eyes widened in mixed emotions—embarrassment and shock. What the heck did I just do?

I refused to answer and looked away. I didn't know how to respond; all I knew was that I was pissed.

I heard him laugh in a manly way, which made me glare at him.