His Oblivious Mate || TK

3.

Taehyung POV

Sprawled across the single bed, the boy that I had met earlier, stared at me, a smile on his face. What the fuck is he doing here? And how the fuck did he get inside?

"H-how did you get inside? And why are you here?" I ask as I anxiously set my backpack down beside me. The air in the room feels charged, a mix of confusion and an inexplicable attraction swirling within me as I try to make sense of this unexpected encounter. Despite my unease, I find it difficult to tear my gaze away from his form on the bed, the fabric of his clothes accentuating the contours of his fit physique. My eyes inadvertently wander to a subtle detail, a peculiarity that both intrigues and flusters me – the distinct bulge faintly visible in his snug jeans, a detail I almost wish I hadn't noticed.

"I'm your new dormmate, little dove. What a surprise, right?" Jungkook says. The pet-name sends a weird feeling through my body, causing me to shift on my feet. Jungkook catches the movement and his eyes rake over me. 

He looks at me as if he's going to devour me wholly.

"Oh? Okay, then. Nice to see you again," I manage to mumble, my attempt at nonchalance falling short as my mind races with questions and a curious blend of trepidation and a raw, unbidden attraction that clouds my thoughts. "Have you brought in all of your belongings?"

"Yes, I have. Everything is all set up," Jungkook answers. "Would you like to eat something? I'll make you some food while you can go shower. Go, little dove." Without waiting for an answer, Jungkook rushes towards the small kitchen. I stare at his form and then shrug my shoulders. A bit weird, he is.

I walk over to my closet and grab an outfit. A loose shirt with a pair of shorts. I then stroll towards the bathroom and have a quick shower. 

As I lather my body with the body gel, a knock on the door startles me. "Do you need anything, little dove?"

What is it with this man and calling me little dove? I'm not even that majestic. Jungkook seems a bit fucked in the head. "No, I'm good."

"Anything at all? Do you have a towel? I can bring you one," Jungkook says. Why is he so desperate?

"I'm okay, Jungkook. I don't need anything. Please wait. I'll be out in a minute," I reply. 

"Whatever you say, little dove. I'll be waiting."

I quickly let the water droplets cleanse my body and I then step out. I wrap the towel around my body and pat myself dry. I slip into the shirt and shorts and then walk out. A gasp leaves my mouth when I smash into a wall of pure muscle. "Fuck!"

Jungkook runs a hand through my hair. "Careful, little dove. Don't want you to get hurt, hmm?"

I stagger away from him. His eyes peered down at me, scanning every inch of my body. "What a pretty outfit. Do you wear this in public, too?"

"What? Nevermind, let's go eat the food you made," I mutter as I walk towards the kitchen. "Thanks, you know."

"For what?" Jungkook and I settle down at the table, the tantalizing aroma of the food instantly making my mouth water. Placed before us is a heaping plate of nachos, covered generously with a mountain of gooey, melted cheese.

"The food, of course! I really appreciate it. You're very kind," I say. 

"Anything for you, little dove. Take a bite. Taste it," Jungkook replies, a huge grin on his face. My heart melts at the sight of his smile. Adorable, truly.

I take a bite from the nachos and close my eyes as the cheesy goodness dances on my taste buds, eliciting a deep sense of satisfaction that reverberates through me. With a loud, pleasure-filled moan escaping my lips, I am overcome by the incredible flavors that burst forth with each crunchy bite. "Mmm, sooo good," I exclaim, utterly impressed by the delectable creation before me. "How are you this good? Ah, it's so good." With eager anticipation, I savor another bite of the nachos as I slowly open my eyes, reveling in the sensory delight.