I love you (Jungkook fan fiction)

Chapter 7

*Chirp chirp*

The sunlight was disturbing my eyes as I open them. To my shock I almost yelled when I see Jungkook in front of me. He was hugging me and still sleeping soundly. Should I wake him up? That'll be hella awkward but if he wakes up right now it'll be more awkward, or alternatively I could get out slowly..

I tried squirming but it's not working he's hugging me too tightly I gave up. To be honest I really like the feeling of being hugged by him. I scanned through his face, his mouth were slightly opened and I could feel his breathe brush on my face each time he breathes.

His eyes looks beautiful even closed.. Until I see that his under eyes is purple.. How horrible, he must have nightmares often.. If I didn't have my balcony opened or my room open I wouldn't have heard of him screaming. I tried to reach out and caress his hair again. It's so soft.. He was letting out a groan and I extracted my hands immediately, scared he'll wake up.

Phew... And he hugs me tighter again.

My forehead is kind of sweating from all this bodily contact. Not only is he wrapped tightly around me but my CHEST is pressed against his. How did I even end up in his bed? Thank goodness my clothes are still on I must've climbed up myself.

Not long till I drifted off to sleep again.

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I feel a pair of hands squishing my cheeks and moving them around, I ignored it but then I felt fingers in my armpits and I instantly woke up from being tickled.

"OMG!" I exclaimed as I looked up and see Jungkook in a white tee and grey sweatpants looking at me in his bed hair. My heart was racing at the view of his 'morning face'.

"Why. Are. You. Here".

Blinking my eyes slowly I tried to process my thoughts. When I'd realised, I shot up from his bed and stood on grounds on the carpet. Head a little hung down from the awkwardness.

"Why are you here?" He asks again.

"Last night.. You were screaming and I thought..."

"Get out," he says dragging my arms and pushing me out the door.

"Wait-"

Slam.

Why does this scenario happen all the time. I walked over to my door and scanned it open. I have to say his bed is really comfortable, or was it him that's comfortable.. My hands trace my upper arms. I actually liked his touch. Omo I'm not a pervert I swear.

I should make breakfast, let me check the time.

....

Oh no.

My phone! Is in his room! And the pocketknife! He's going to think I wanted to kill him and fell asleep instead. Augghh I need to get back.

Knock knock

No answer. Knock knock. No answer.
I rang the bell a few times but there's no answering of the door.

"Excuse me!"

The door slammed opened and standing in front of me is the ahem him wrapped in a white towel only around his waist. The smell of the shampoo from his dripping wet hair was so addicting. He looks so damn hot right now.

"What do you want?"

"My phone.. I left it.."

"I swear you're annoying as-" the towel fell down. THE TOWEL FELL DOWN. Omo omo his thing... Is dangling in front of me omg I'm not a pervert I swear.