Resurfacing The Ice//Jikook

Vacation to The Hot Springs Final

Okay I promise this is the last
chapter about the hot springs
then we'll be back on track. 
Warning! Steamy scenes!

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Jimin's POV

The weekend seemed to fly by faster than I ever could've expected. After I heard Jungkook's confession it was as though my mind went blank. My mind was racing the entire time and my heart was thumping so loud, I couldn't even comprehend the difference between my thoughts and what I was actually hearing. 

I know for certain Jungkook said he liked me, and then Fredrick said something to him, but I couldn't quiet hear them until the very end when Jungkook randomly shouted, "Yes, couch." That was the last I heard before I hurried back to my room. 

We went on walks and Fredrick treated us to dinner ever night, but there's something off about Jungkook. After he came back from Fredrick's room it was like-

Flashback:

"Hey, Jungkook." I said cautiously, searching his face for any signs of distress but he seemed perfectly content.

"Hi, hyung." He replied, smiling gently at me. "Listen," He began sitting on his bed across from mine. "I just wanted to apologize about yesterday."

"No I-"

"I was rude and I had no right to barge out like that. I was acting over emotional and it was unprofessional of me." He finished confidently.

"Well..." I began, looking down at my feet. "You're not really a professional."

He burst out laughing at that which caught me by surprise, but I tried to play it cool by chuckling with him. 

"You're right. I'm not, but I'll still try my best to simulate a professional atmosphere."

"Yeah..." I added still watching his face for any signs, but he looked completely zen; average and bothered. 

End of Flashback

After that I have kept a close eye on him, but at night he hardly talks to me and whenever we're alone he always picks extremely generic topics to discuss even after I point out that his attempted small talk bothers the hell out of me. 

At the current moment I'm sitting on Fredrick's couch inside his room, watching Jungkook watch TV while stuffing his face full of food. His eyes are wide and trained onto the screen as he sits forward onto the cushion in suspense. 

Fredrick types away on his laptop at the small kitchen table, everyone completely silent; absorbed in our own things. 

"Aish...I knew he was the killer." Jungkook whispers to himself frustratedly as he picks at his noodles. 

"Ugh...I would expect this place to have better wifi for how expensive it is..." Fredrick grumbles from the table. 

I sit completely still, my eyes fixed on Jungkook as questions of why he's acting so distant suddenly run through my head. Does he hate me now? I know he came and apologized to me but...well, could it be that he's still mad about the other night? I wish I could tell him about my father, and about the media. Maybe then he would understand why I reacted the way I did, but then again maybe it would just frustrate him even more. 

I run my fingers through my hair and sigh in fatigue. I hadn't slept well at all last night nor the night before; Jungkook was filling my thoughts and it kept me tossing and turning. 

I lean my head back on the couch and continue to assess Jungkook and his current state. What can I do? It's not like I can return his feelings for me, there's no way that's possible, but maybe I could apologize? But wouldn't that embarrass him even further? My fingers fiddle with the blanket wrapped around me as I mull over my options.