first person
park lina
pretty damn late.
"so are you going to let me in and watch some dragon ball z or not?"
standing there, still in the front doorway. damn, he looks so good. do i let him in or do i just-
i watch him carefully as he rubs his hands together while blowing warm air in between his slender fingers.
"oh, shit come in it's cold." i suddenly say forgetting that it's literally midnight and it's probably freezing outside. he chuckles, again, then pushes past me into my house. i run to catch up with him so i could lead him into the living room. i quickly pick up my blanket and my laptop off the ground and set it on the coffee table. he sits on the couch while eyeing around.
i sit on the opposite edge of the couch and tap my slippered foot nervously.
"so, where are the folks?" he asks, piercing through the silence. i look at him momentarily blanking out.
"oh, oh! uhm, anniversary week ya'know they go every year." i answer while i unconsciously move a little closer.
"that's nice, atleast your parents still got that spark, and you got the place to yourself for a week."
"yeah, it's pretty nice. i guess."
i don't know what happened. we seem so relaxed while talking to each other online, but now, face to face we seem so distant. during class we joke around like it's nothing, like we have known each other forever. but now in the intimate situation, just us, the mood has changed completely. it's weird.
"are you okay?"
i look up seeing jungkook looking at me with worry spreading through his features.
"yeah, why wouldn't i be?"
"well, you've been spacing out this whole time."
"oh, yeah well i'm kind of nervous."
"why would you be nervous?" he looks at me straight in the eye.
"you're really hot." i blurt out. once i realized what i said, i feel my cheeks go hot and mentally curse myself for not thinking before i spoke.
it's silent, and he smirks.
"don't get too cocky, i meant its hot in here." i make up an excuse, pulling my t-shirt collar to and from my chest.
it's so awkward.
