𝐀𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𖹭ྀི

part 39

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"Ughh~ you bunny~ pick your damn phone!" You whined sleepily burring yourself in his chest.

Jungkook groaned as the ringing persisted, his sleep-addled mind slowly coming to the realization that it was his phone that was causing such a disturbance.

With a grumble, he reached out to his bedside table, blindly searching for the source of the noise. Once he finally found it, he fumbled with the screen to answer the call, holding the phone clumsily to his ear.

"What," he grumbled into the phone, his voice rasp and hoarse. He was still half-asleep, and whoever was calling at this ungodly hour of the morning was not going to be on the receiving end of his usual bright, cheerful demeanor.

You burried yourself more into his chest, inhaling his scent.
Caressing his bare chest with your lips.

your soft warmth driving away the remnants of sleep. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation

He gently placed his hand on your head, his fingers running through your hair as he listened to the person on the phone, his voice betraying his annoyance.

"Hey Kookie~

He blinked, his eyes widening as he recognized his mother's voice on the other end.

"M-Mom?" he stuttered out, completely caught off guard. He hadn't expected her to call him, and certainly not this early in the morning.

He looked down at you, still nestled against his chest.

"Yes, it's me," she replied, her voice tinged with a mix of tiredness and annoyance. "Where are you?"

"Uh..." He paused, trying to come up with an explanation that wouldn't cause a storm of worry and disapproval from his mother. But the truth was, he was in his house, with you. And that's not exactly something his mother would approve of.

He could practically picture her face, full of disappointment and disapproval, and he didn't want to deal with any of it right now.

"Leave it why did I even bother to ask you, when I clearly know you would be again on another jester doing your stupid idol performance."

His heart sank at her words. It wasn't anything he hadn't heard before - his mother's disapproval of his career as an idol was always present - but it still stung.

He felt a flash of irritation, and he wanted to defend himself, to tell her that this was his life, his choice, but he held his tongue. It wouldn't do any good, and he didn't want to start an argument so early in the morning.

Your hands unconsciously moved down on his abs.
His muscles clenched instinctively as your hands traced patterns on his abs. Your touch was sending shivers down his spine, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on the conversation with his mother.

He bit back a gasp, silently begging for you to either stop or continue, not sure which he wanted more.

"Jungkook, are you even listening to me?" His mother's voice drew him back to reality, and he shook his head slightly, trying to clear his thoughts.

"Y-yeah, I'm listening," he stammered, his voice cracking slightly. He hoped she didn't notice how distracted he was, but judging by her huff on the other end of the line, he wasn't doing a very good job.

"You don't sound like you're listening," she said, her voice laced with irritation. Then, after a pause, she added, "Are you... with someone?"

Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, panic flared through Jungkook. He looked down at you, still snuggled against his chest, and his heart rate kicked up a notch.