Resurfacing The Ice//Jikook

Vacation to The Hot Springs Pt. 4

Jungkook's POV

For a long while he stays still, crying quietly in my arms. I can't figure out what's making him be like this. I mean, I know he probably feels bad about the way he's been treating me but it's nothing to burst into tears over. After what feels like forever, I finally build up the courage to say something. 

"Let's go inside, okay?" I ask quietly. 

He shakes his head softly.

"Why not?" I ask, feeling the need to kiss him run through my veins hotter than I've ever felt it. 

Jimin's POV

I feel so embarrassed for holding onto him like this; feel so weak and vulnerable- I hate it. 

"Let's go inside, okay?" He asks me softly, squeezing my small frame gently in his embrace. 

I shake my head. If I say anything there's a chance my voice will break, but besides that...I don't want to go back in. 

Once I walk back inside that room, I know that all of this will vanish, and I can no longer hold him like this. I can't describe the emptiness I feel standing next to him, enveloped in his arms; it's something lonely and sad...I don't dare call it...l-love though. I couldn't possibly love him. He's just some meat head of a guy who just so happen to become my partner...and yet, when I say those things about him- even in my head- I know I'm lying. I know that really...the truth is...I don't want him to ever leave me. 

"Why not?" He asks, loosening his grip on me slightly, a small panic running through me, making me push myself forward onto my tiptoes, afraid of losing his touch. 

I hear him chuckle breathlessly at my neediness, and to my content he leans forward again, securing his hold on me once more. 

All I can do to reply is shake my head, knowing that if I say anything then he'll know I've been crying. And I don't want him to know that. 

He runs one hand down the nape of my neck, stroking my head at a slow, soothing rhythm, and another tear leaves my eye. 

I close my eyes and nuzzle closer into his neck, refusing to look into his eyes. 

Jungkook's POV

I watch as another tear leaves his eye and it makes my heart ache the way he hides his face in my neck so I won't see it. 

Gently I take his chin in my fingers and turn his face so I can see him. 

The beautiful boy's silhouette is all I see, and his glistening eyes which reflect the slight glow of the virgin snow.

I watch as his eyes dart away from me in embarrassment. 

"...Jimin." I say lowly, catching his attention. "Look at me..." I whisper, and suddenly there is little space between us. 

His plump lips and dazzling eyes mystify me in a way that I've never felt before. They fill me with a type of ecstasy, like when you wake up in the morning and you don't have any idea what the hell is going on, you just know that you feel good. 

I swallow and can't stop my gaze from landing on his eyes, staring into those brown orbs, feeling lost in that dark obis. Pleasantly I watch his own eyes fall to my lips, and notice the lump he tries to swallow. 

"...Jungkook..." He breathes, making it sound more like a plea. 

I'm so enthrawled I can't stop myself from slowly leaning forward

"J-Jungkook...I..." He tries again, licking his lips uneasily as I near him slowly. My nose is just about to graze his when I hear him once again. "...J-Jungkook...please...." He cries softly.