I Want the Headline

33

"Jeon?"

Jungkook took a deep breath in his sleep, mouth shutting. His eyes were still firmly shut as his body slept, no indication that he was cold from the icy breeze crawling along the rooftop. Even pressed between the heater unit and his body, you were feeling the chill. You turned towards him, debating on whether or not to move closer to him.

He would dislike it, right?

You frowned to yourself, gaze lowering to his arms crossed over his chest and legs lying straight down. He wasn't exactly inviting. At least with Yoongi, he'd sleep on his side, slightly curled; the perfect position for you to squeeze into when you had a nightmare. And whenever you had done so he'd only yawn, resting his head against yours. Jungkook was flat on his back, straight as a board. Tentatively, you slipped your hand into one of his, pulling it away from his chest to try to make room.

His fingers suddenly curled around yours, halting your movement. Eye snapping back up to his face, you saw that Jungkook was quietly staring at you, the sleep seemingly evaporating as he focused on your face. He looked angry, you observed. This was indeed a bad idea. "What are you doing?" He asked hoarsely, gaze dropping to your cold hands. You quickly pulled your hand away, nervously looking at it,

"I-I was..I was trying to lay beside you." You mumbled. He narrowed his eyes in confusion,

"You already are." He observed. Shaking your head, you rolled onto your back, pulling the blankets up higher. Jungkook lightly tapped your thigh under the blankets, "What were you really trying to do?" He sighed heavily at your silence, "What's wrong now?"

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"Waking you." You murmured, "You looked angry when you woke up after I touched you so I'm sorry..I won't do it again." He shook his head, crossing his arms once more,

"It's not you..You...You just can't wake up thinking that whoever's waking you only wants to hold your hand." He explained, "I wasn't angry that you were waking me up." Jungkook shifted closer, rolling onto his side and kissing the tip of your shoulder, "Now what did you really want, Jagi?" He rolled his eyes when you shook your head, still refusing to tell him. "I'm awake now." he complained softly, "At least say something."

"Can you tell me about your family?" You suddenly whispered, shifting your attention to him. He seemed to know more about your family than you did. It would be nice to know a little more about his. Hovering over you, Jungkook's face was a couple inches from yours, his teasing expression wiping to a blank stare the moment your question left your lips. He drew back a bit, shrugging.

"My mom died in a fire Jimin started." He huffed, "I was 11...what more is there to talk about?"

"What was she like?" You tried, "How did your dad die?"

He sent you an odd look, shaking his head, "My dad's not dead." Your eyes widened,

"He's not? Oh, I'm sorry, Jeon. I-I thought..I don't know what I thought, you just never mentioned him...I thought he died." Your face flushed in embarrassment and he only ran the pad of his thumb along your cheek, feeling the warm growing there. You brushed his hand aside, embarrassed that you had assumed something so outrageous. "Where is your dad? Do you talk to him? What does he do? Is he in the Mafia too?" He smiled at you, slowly shaking his head,

"No.." He chuckled, covering his mouth with his hand, "No, he's not in the Mafia, Y/N. He's.." Jungkook's laughter quieted, "He's the mayor."

"The mayor!?" You exclaimed. Jungkook's dad was the mayor? The mayor was a graying man and Jungkook was so young, how was that possible? How old was his mother? "Wh- Why are you in the Mafia, then? I don't..did you two fight after your mother died or something?"