28 Days | Jungkook ✔

Real Life

        Jungkook chuckled.
       "No I promised not to give you a piggy back ride? Is this a piggy back ride?"
          I realized the close proximity of our faces, his honey brown eyes two inches away from mine,  and shyly look away.
           Jungkook had his mouth so close to my neck that I could feel the warmth of his breath, his lips almost touching my skin. He's firmly grasping my waist and legs, and whispers into my ear, "That's what I thought."

My cheeks became instantly hot and I couldn't make eye contact with him. It was difficult to ignore how close our faces and bodies were, as he was walking. For a few minutes, I almost even forgot the pain in my leg. Almost.
I finally decided to break the awkward silence in between us.
"So where do we go now?"
"Well, we can't go to your house or mine because Namjoon and his goons will find us..."
"Jungkook, I really gotta get this bullet out of my leg," I whined. I began sweating profusely-my body was finally responding to the bullet. The warm blood pouring out out of my calf was the only thing I could think about.

       "I know, the longer we wait to treat your wound properly, the more likely blood poisoning will ensue," Jungkook frowns.
       "Blood poisoning?" I choke.
        "I probably shouldn't have told you that..." he purses his lips together.
        "Jungkook, we have to get this bullet as soon as possible!" I cry.
"I know. But we have to get some sort of transport first. And all my cars are at my house which we can't go to..."

"How about the bus?" I ask.
"The bus? You know how to use it?"
I roll my eyes. "You've never taken the bus before?"
"Namjoon says that's where the poor travel by," he shrugged his shoulders.
"Uh, I'm not poor. My financial status is just slightly below average."

       Jungkook chuckled. "Of course, I sincerely apologize."
        I yelled out, "I don't think I'll make it. My calf is killing me!"
Is this the end?

"Y/n, just tell me where to go. We'll be safe in no time. And just focus on something else besides your pain. I believe in you."
I instruct Jungkook the directions to the bus stop and check my phone to see the bus schedule. The bus should there in 20 minutes. We should make it.
I was biting my lip, on the verge of passing out. The agony was too much. But then something, besides my bullet wound, was bothering me.

"Can you stop breathing?" I beg Jungkook.

Jungkook raises his eyebrow in confusion.
"Not like that. I mean you're breathing awfully close to my face and I'm clausterphobic. Your face is literally an inch away from mine," I scrunch my nose.
     When Jungkook giggled, my heart began racing faster than it already was.

"Do I make you nervous?" Jungkook moves his head so close that we were nose to nose.
"No. You invade my personal space," I turn away, which doesn't even help because now our cheeks were pressed together.

"You know...if I turn my head," his hot breath was tickling my neck again.
"I could kiss you."

My eyes widen and I pull my head as far back as I can go.
"I have a boyfriend, you rascal!" I yell at him.
"I know. I'm just playing."

        There is no word to describe the abundance of anger fuming throughout my body. If he knew that Taehyung and I were dating, why would Jungkook say these things? Is he encouraging me to cheat on Taehyung? Or is this just one of his many mind games?