Talk to me, Demon. |JEON JUNGKOOK DEMON AU|

Chapter Fifteen: Awake

I never got the chance to understand the joy of seeing someone wake up after they've been in the hospital, or just hurt really badly.

Because my sister never did.

So it's the only thing I can think about right now. I'm praying that Jungkook wakes up. Because I can't afford to lose someone I love all over again.

The boys have gone to their separate rooms but me? I'm sitting on the couch in Seokjin and Namjoon's room. I'm wide awake, my heart is pounding like there's no tomorrow as my mind floods with an ocean of endless scenarios.

I look up to check the digital clock that sits beside the television in front of me. It reads 2:27am.

I sigh out of frustration and anxiety, and I put my face in my hands, trying to tell myself that everything will be okay and that Jungkook will be fine.

We're leaving early in the morning tomorrow to a different place, so I know I should get some sleep, but my thoughts keep me awake.

I suddenly feel the couch sink beside me, and I slowly take my hands away from my face and look beside me.

I practically jump out of my seat.

Jungkook sits beside me, laughing weakly at my expression.

"Jungkook! What are you doing? You're supposed to be resting!" I whisper-shout, not planning on waking the other boys up anytime soon.

He shakes his head.

"But I wanted to sleep with you.." his eyelids are heavy and he has a stupid, sloppy smile on his face, and I can't help but grin back.

My eyes find their way down his neck and his arms, and my smile slowly drops to a frown, and a furrow of my eyebrows.

Tears start to form, and I'm crying for the first time since the incident happened.

Everything sets in, from Jungkook being tortured by his own father to me being choked almost to death, and the panic attack starts to implant itself into my emotions and my brain, and all I can think about is crying.

I'm quietly sobbing now, and Jungkook stares at me in shock and confusion, his eyes wide and sparkling.

"I'm so sorry," I choke out, feeling my tears spill out of my eyes like waterfalls and drop onto my legs.

He suddenly pulls me into him, my cheek hitting his chest.

I grip his t-shirt with my fist and continue to cry, trying not to be loud but I'm hiccuping endlessly.

His hand finds its way up to my head and he gently starts to stroke my hair, slowly shushing me and patting my back with his other palm.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, please don't blame yourself." He whispers calmly into my ear, and my sobbing turns into quiet crying.

"I should never have gotten involved, I should've just left you as soon as your brother threatened everyone, I- I-" but my rambling is stopped by his lips on mine, and I instantly give in.

His lips are chapped but I don't care, but I had longed for this feeling for what seems like forever, and my tears stop streaming down my cheeks.

My hand loosens its grip on his t-shirt and both of my palms rest gently on his chest, as his hands snake their way onto my waist.

His lips move against mine and I correspond, sighing into the kiss and slipping my hand into his hair.

I practically don't even notice when he picks me up and places me on his lap, making me straddle his thighs.

My hands are on his face now, and I realize that it must have hurt for him to pick me up like that and I stop what I'm doing, but that thought is completely vanished by the wet feeling of his tongue grazing my bottom lip, and I immediately part my lips.

"I missed you," I whisper into the kiss. Jungkook pulls me closer.

"I love you," he replies, exhaling through his nostrils with satisfaction and relief.

I smile as our tongues entangle and the taste of him is absolutely breathtaking, the words he muttered fills my entire soul with so much and I'm speechless, so I express the words with my lips, pulling myself forward until our chests touch.

He pulls away and my eyebrows furrow at the loss of his lips, but his fingertips are tracing around my neck. And I realize.

I slap his hand away and try to hide the red marks from Junghyun with my hands, but Jungkook gives me a look with his eyes that makes me slowly lower them.

"Did Junghyun do this?" He whispers. He's afraid.

I nod.

"I'll murder him." He blurts, clenching his fists. But I hold his hands, and he loosens up.

"I won't let you." I reply, stroking his cheek.

"Why not?"

"Because he's your brother."

"I know but-" I shut him up with my lips, too desperate to talk about that right now.

He responds immediately, his hands on my waist again.

His lips slowly become hungrier, and I realize that mine are too, and I greedily run my hands through his hair, begging him for more with my fingers.

Oh.

His hips grind into me, and I accidentally let out a long moan, before clasping my hand over my mouth and blushing from embarrassment.

He doesn't stop and I struggle to keep my lips sealed shut, and I quickly begin to panic, as I realize that the Namjoon and Seokjin are in the rooms right next to us.

"K...ook," my voice is strained as I hold his shoulder.

I whine as he grinds deeper and I grab his shirt to stop him, and the loss of friction makes my heart sink but I suck it up anyway.

"Remember that we're not in our hotel room," whisper into his ear, kissing his jaw gently.

"But-" I shush him with a gentle kiss, and I look him in the eyes.

"We're not going to our room for this. Your injuries are ten times more important and the only reason you're here is because Seokjin is right in that bedroom to help you just in case something happens." I point to the closed door behind him.

His eyebrows furrow, before he slowly nods and looks at his lap.

"We'll get the chance, I promise. But I'm not letting you make your injuries any worse. It's only been a few hours since we rescued you." I add, and I place my hand on his cheek and he leans into it, as I graze his scar with my thumb.

"Let's go to sleep, okay?" I suggest, and he nods with heavy eyes.

He can be the biggest baby sometimes, but I find it the cutest thing in the entire world. He hates when he doesn't get what he wants, but he knows I'll never break a promise.

I slowly climb off of his lap and stand up, but Jungkook just lies down on the couch, and motions for me to lay beside him.

"You don't want to go to your room?" I ask, and he shakes his head.

I slide beside him and he rests his arm on my waist. I'm facing his chest as he hugs me, and his small breaths of sleep come almost immediately. I smile into his shirt and close my eyes, letting the scent of him drift me into the world of dreams.