paper planes | jjk

01

Soft rain drizzled down my window. Cold was the night, as the wind took the city captive. The streets were ghost like, no one dared to leave their cozy, warm and well-lit houses.

Freya the wind purred, against the leaves on the side walk, shifting and mix matching the pile.

"Freya" Jungkook's voice said, knocking me out of my day dreaming state. My hand slipped that supported my head.

He looked unamused, he probably didn't  want to be doing this just as much as I didn't right now. It doesn't help that today's weather has put me into a trance, constantly allowing my mind to wander.

"I'm sorry, I'll focus, what were we up to." I mumbled, paying close attention to my page, and shifting my body away from the window that was now scattered with raindrops as the nights forecast predicted.

His pen tapped on his lip as he studied my face, earning my attention.

"Stop that." He said, growing frustrated.

"Sorry, It's a habit." I paused. "I promise I'll pay closer attention, I can't afford to flunk next weeks exam."

His body shifted closer to mine as he placed his hand on my thigh, forcing it to be stationary against the floor.

"That." He said lowly, looking me in the eyes.

I hadn't even noticed my knee bobbing up and down, creating an irritating thumping noise on the ground.

"Sorry" I said quietly, eager to focus on the task at hand, not the cold spot on my thigh where his hand had been.