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"J-Jeon... w-what are you doing?" she stuttered, her fingers gripping the hem of her nightdress.
Jungkook smirked, his lips still dangerously close to her skin. "What does it look like, baby girl?"
Y/N pouted, her face turning completely...
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The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the candles flickering against the walls. I pulled the blanket up to my lap as Jungkook turned on the TV. The bed dipped slightly as he sat beside me, his presence making my heart race again.
"What do you want to watch, baby?" he asked, scrolling through the movie options.
My stomach did a flip at the nick name, but I quickly focused on the screen. "Something interesting," I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
Jungkook smirked, glancing at me. "Then a romance movie Baby, and also we're living one . "
I gasped and playfully hit his arm. "Jeon!"
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Fine, fine. A romance movie it is."
A few minutes later, the movie started playing. It was a slow-burn love story, full of stolen glances, soft touches, and heart-fluttering moments.
I tried to focus on the screen, but it was impossible.
Because I could feel him.
The heat radiating from his body, the way his arm rested behind me, not touching but close enough to make me hyperaware of his presence. Every time he moved, even slightly, my breath hitched.
At some point, I dared to sneak a glance at him.
He wasn't even watching the movie.
He was watching me.
My heart stopped.
His dark eyes were locked on me, intense, filled with something I couldn't quite place. His lips curled up slightly when he caught me staring.
"You're not watching the movie, baby," he whispered, his voice low and teasing.
I gulped. "I-I was... just-"
"Looking at me?" he finished for me, tilting his head slightly.
My face burned. "N-no! I was just-"
Before I could make up an excuse, he leaned in, his breath fanning against my ear.
"Liar."
A shiver ran down my spine.
I swallowed hard, gripping the blanket tighter. "Jungkook, watch the movie," I muttered, trying to sound annoyed, but my voice was too shaky to be convincing.
He chuckled but leaned back against the headboard. "Alright, alright. I'll behave."
Relieved, I turned back to the movie. But of course, fate had other plans.
A romantic scene played-a deep kiss under the rain. The kind that made you feel butterflies, that made your heart ache in the best way possible.
