The Promise || pjm

Chapter 10

I fluttered my eyes open and looked around.

Jungkook was sleeping next to me, but we weren't at the studio anymore. Judging by the posters of dancers on the red velvet walls, as well as some family photos on the desk right opposite the bed, we were in Jungkook's room.

He shot his eyes open as soon as I decided to move, and he quickly grabbed my hand.

"Hailey!" he smiled at me and pulled me into his chest, holding me gently.

"What happened?" I asked,wondering nervously what I was doing with him in his bed.

"You passed out while we were dancing" he explained and I recalled feeling dizzy and falling on the ground.

"Maybe you were too exhausted or it was too hot with the top you were wearing"

"Yeah wearing that was quite a bad idea" I closed my eyes feeling drowsy on his warm chest. The scent of cologne and aftershave was strong,but I didn't mind.

"But you had a reason to wear that" he went on.

I opened my eyes and looked at him.
His cheeks painted in soft pink and suspicions began forming in my mind.

I couldn't feel the softness of my turtle neck on my skin

"Jungkook?"

"Mhm?" he stared at me, not blinking even once.

"What am I wearing" I asked, scared to look at my attire.

"Clothes" he answered nonchalantly.

"No shit" my voice was dripping in sarcasm. "Who's clothes am I wearing?"

"Mine?"

"Oh....and how did I get into your clothes?" I asked, heat starting to creep up on my cheeks as I couldn't remember changing clothes.

"It was too hot! It wouldn't be good if you stayed in that" he panicked.

"Answer my question kook" I said getting irritated.

He looked up at the ceiling and sighed.

"I didn't see or do anything. I promise"

"What do you mean you didn't 'see' anything?! I'm pretty sure you can't change someone's clothes with eyes closed" my voice started raising in fiery as I pushed myself off him.

I was more worried that he saw what Jimin had done, instead if he saw my private parts.

He used his abdomen to lift himself up and came close to my face, our noses almost touching. His eyes were darker than usual.

"You're right" he said and pushed me lightly on the bed. He hovered over me and held my hands tightly against it.

The dim light coming from the night stand made his features look even sharper with the shadows it created. He looked rather hot and actually scary at the same time. The blush on his cheeks was faint, but still visible.

I studied his face as he leaned closer to me. My heart was pounding and I was unable to speak as my breath was held in my throat.

He came close enough that I could feel his warm breath on my lips. His eyes never left mine. I could see them slightly hooding while he began closing the gap even more,as if he was about to kiss me, but he fought for it and kept them open. His breathing stopped as he grazed his bottom lip on mine, making my heart beat fasten even more. It was so loud that I was sure he could hear it .

He closed his eyes and moved his head, just so his lips were on my neck, right above the neckline of his shirt.

He sighed and I felt so sensitive, I thought I was going to break with his touch.

My back slightly arched as soon as he connected his lips on that spot, the tip of his tongue wetting it before he began to gently suck.

That's when I remembered Jimin's touch. How his lips felt while he left marks all over me. How relishing that feeling was, saying he wanted to mark me as his one and only.

Jungkook's touch however felt different. It felt more like an experiment and the acceleration of my heart beat wasn't because of any sort of enjoyment, but because of anxiety. It was screaming to me that this wasn't right. It didn't feel right.

"Jungkook no" I weakly called his name and tried to wiggle my hands free.

He obeyed immediately, moving himself back and releasing my hands.

"Sorry I- I was making sure they were all hickeys and not bruises from hits"

"And you did that by creating your own to compare it instead of asking" I raised my brows.

He shrugged making me roll my eyes at such lame excuse.

"He must have sucked pretty hard" he said handing me a small square mirror from his nightstand.

I looked into the mirror, the sight was no different from when I had checked in the morning, apart from the appearance of a new bright red hickey, next to the dark purple ones.

I didn't like it.

I wanted the stain of red to disappear.

I clenched my fists, digging my nails in my palm to calm myself, so I wouldn't do anything regrettable.

"So can I ask who did this?" he asked with a hint of disappointment in his tone.

"No" I deadpanned. "Where's my brother?"