Hold Me Higher

Waking Up

Grazing pain prickles my eyes as they sear open.  Turning over, I find Yoongi standing at my dresser. Yoongi of bts. Wait. No. How? My eyes dart around in confusion at the revelation in front of my eyes. His morning bed hair, his squinted eyes. My stare pierces his ethereal demeanor, under the glow of streaking sunlight radiating on him. A sudden flashback shocks me into oblivion. Regaining our conversation, I obtain her words. 

"A group of boys are coming tomorrow. They're living with us." 

"What? Jisoo. I don't understand." 

"I have class all the way through. And I won't be back home until the afternoon tomorrow." 

"Classes going that long is a bit of a stretch." I confess, doubting her schedule. 

"That's because I have work, babo." she chuckles after calling me her favorite Korean word. 

And why wouldn't she? I am a babo. My mind shifts back to reality with my eyes instantly returning to Yoongi. Bts is the group of boys. Jisoo. What have you done? 

 Examining my alarm clock ringing loudly in his hand, he mutters hurriedly whilst shaking his head. My gaze shifts down to my body. My naked body. Realizing that the only wall separating my male intruder's eyes  is a mere sheet, I haul it up further to my neck. A mere covering, that barely kept me warm in the chilled atmosphere of the room with Yoongi's presence around. 

"YOONGI!" my voice comes out as an ugly screech that even non-vocalists could recognize as tragedy. 

His eyes meet mine, in unexpected surprise of my awakening. They immediately darken in annoyance as he holds the alarm clock up. 

"How do you turn it off?" 

"What?" I falter at his demand. 

"HOW DO YOU TURN IT OFF. I CAN HEAR IT AND I'M A LIGHT SLEEPER! ITS LOUDER THAN OUR MANAGERS. STOP FLINCHING AND SAY SOME-" 

His rant of irritation is suddenly interrupted by the hard slap of another member's hand. Jungkook's hand. Shit. 

"Why are you in her room?" Jungkook questions. 

"Her alarm clock. It won't shut up like my inner demons right now." 

"Well then, knock!" Jungkook throws a reply. 

"I did! She was as dead as my inner peace." Yoongi spits back aggressively. 

Stepping forward, Jungkook grabs his shirt and whispers something before snatching the clock off him.  

Yoongi steps near me. 

"I'm sorry I was so rude. I'm just not a morning person. It's still no excuse though. Sorry." Yoongi apologizes as his head hangs in shame. 

Yoongi being shameful. And apologizing. To me. That's possible? No. This is a dream. All of it. Not real. 

Pinching myself, I confirm my worst fear. It is real. All of this is reality. 

Two hot boys in room. Both famous with one as my ex and one as an intruder. 

Before I comprehend my actions, my head bounces up and down. Accepting my acceptance of his apology, he slowly trudges out of the room. 

My eyes mercilessly drift to Jungkook's hands turning the alarm off. His veins spill from his arms, in visible patterns. The alarm clock ringing in his hands stops under the light pressure of his fingertips. 

Fingertips that used to be entwined with mine. Fingers that used to trail over my body in the most intimate moments. Fingers that I envisioned sliding that ring on. 

Jungkook's low voice brings me back to my reality. That deep voice that could go higher than my hormones when he sings. Goddamn. Not again. 

'He's your ex for a reason.' My conscience growls cautiously. 

"Going somewhere?" 

I stare at him leaving restraint. I let my eyes travel all over him, roaming his body to his face until I reach his eyes. Big mistake. 

His eyes look as dangerous as glass. Clear, still and ready to shatter at the time our matching trance does. 

"Going somewhere?" he grunts again. 

"I have class." The words leave my mouth in a nervous flood. 

Nodding, he announces his departure. 

After his leave, I clumsily climb off the bed, preparing myself for what lies ahead.