killer

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+Jeon Jungkook

Its a little strange to be awoken to a heavy body rolling over you and hitting the floor with a thud, especially when you dont know who that body belongs to. So as the body hits the ground and and a groan emits from their mouth, I jolt awake and sit up. I sigh, realIizing its just taehyung, and I remember all that happened last night.

I just stare at him as he regains himself, watching as he sits up and gets back in the couch, rubbing his eyes. He yawns, and then it's just quiet.

"How was your sleep?" I ask, and he turns to me. "It was alright. You?" He asks, and I shrug.

"Well I should probably get home to yoongi," he says, beginning to stand up. But I dont want him to go. I want him to stay with me, but then again I don't. It kind of reminds me of the middle school crushes were you just want the guy to be around you and notice you, but you dont want to seem desperate.

"Well, maybe you should stay a while," I say suddenly, grabbing his wrist. He pauses to look at me.

"I guess so," he says after a little, sitting back down. I bite my lip, trying to think of something to do that'll break the awkward feeling.

"We could go do something, like go to the movies," I say, and he nods.

"Actually I got these plane tickets to visit America and ive been trying to find somebody to go and since we have the next week off for work you could go with me, if you want. I got a bunch of deals and stuff for like waterparks and stuff," he says, scratching the back ot his neck. I immediately light up, because ive always wanted to visit america.

"Thatd be great! But like why didnt you invite yoongi?" I ask.

"He didn't want to go," he response, and I nod.

"So when will we leave?" I ask, and he searches his brain. "I mean, we can pack today and stuff and then leave when were ready. Do you have a passport?" He asks, and I nod.

"Okay then, well I guess I'll just go home and pack and you can do the same and I'll book the flight. I can just text you and tell you where and when to meet me," he days, standing up to find his belongings. He puts on his shoes, grabbing his keys and phone, and I follow him to the door. Hes halfway out the door before I call him back.

"Taehyung," I say, and he turns back to me. I smile a little.

"You need my number to text me," I say, and he laughs a little. "Youre right," he says, pulling out his phone, unlocking it, and holding it out to me. "Of course I am," I say with a smug smile, taking the phone. I lean against the door frame as I put my number in, handing it to him when I'm done.

"Thanks," he says, and I nod, watching as he begins to walk away.

But he stops, and turns around to look at me, and he looks like hes thinking about something. Then he walks back up to me, his hands finding my sides for blanance as he kisses me shortly, and then he leaves again, just to leave me flustered and red at my own doorstep.