STORM.

☹thirty three

"it's not healthy to skip meals."

i rolled my eyes and kept drinking my water.

i already had a mother in my life, i didn't need two.

jungkook huffed and grabbed the bottle from my hand, making a little pour on my jeans.

instantly, the water bottle was replaced with chopsticks.

"open up." he shoved the meat more towards my face making me lean back a bit.

i reached for my water, but he knocked it off the table by his backpack.

"i said open."

i sighed but obliged, blushing as i took a bite of his food.

i was a bit angry for letting myself get flustered in front of him,

but his bright smile made up for my lost pride.

"can you hand me some napkins?" my pants were still wet.

he nodded, grabbing four next to his coffee.

i swallowed hard as our hands touched.

it wasn't like those unrealistic romance movies or books,

there wasn't sparks and my body didn't feel jolts of electricity from the contact,

however, i did feel one thing.

the desire to just hold his hand and never let it go.

then again,

that's selfish.

i was lucky enough to hold it while he was asleep.

i shouldn't get my hopes up when it comes to you.

yet, sometimes i just can't help myself.