My Hero : Jungkook

Chapter 6

I'm sorry this is such a short chapter, it was going to be part of the next one but I wanted to post something so here u go...

    I woke up slowly, to a glimpse of the glowing and radiant sun peeking above the city's tall buildings. It extended its vivid light across the deep crimson sky. Its dazzling and inviting rays flowed through the huge windows, providing warmth to my body. I rolled over, relishing the warm, comforting feeling of the silky sheets I was cocooned in. Slowly and reluctantly, I uncovered my face. I blinked, closed my eyes, and blinked again. Streaks of sunlight penetrated through the window, blinding me. I sat up, and rubbed my knuckles to my eyes, ready to prepare myself for the long school day ahead of me. Yawning, I stretched my arms above my head and overlooked the fancy room.
Wait, what?
I rubbed my eyes continuously, convinced I was going insane. Day dreaming about having money again? My head snapped up when I recognized a familiar figure walking around the room, with a selfie stick in hand, waving at a camera. Jungkook?
Instantly, I remembered.
"Why am I on the bed?" I asked, confused, "And why is my phone on the counter?"
He turned around, pleased. "Finally, your up."
"Yeah. Can you answer my questions?"
"You were shivering, so I put you on the bed." He shrugged.
"Thanks..." I smiled, brightly, "And for my phone..."
"Ahh...yes," He trailed of, his tone changing, "Your friend was texting, so I had to respond."
"What? How'd you know my password?" I asked, panicking. He couldn't of guessed 'Kookie69'...right?
He smiled cheekily, "I used your thumb print. While you were asleep."
I glared at him, partially relieved, partially impressed, and partially annoyed.
"Oh yeah, is it true that I'm your favorite?"
"What?"
    "You can thank your friend. She was so happy to tell me all about your obsession with me."
"...Really?" I asked, breaking eye contact, and cursing at Victoria under my breath.
He laughed, "It's okay, I mean, who wouldn't be obsessed with me?"
I sighed, looking back out the window. Victoria was so dead.
He raised his selfie stick up again, and continued talking to it. "Oh, by the way, that was my new friend, Zoey."
Interested, I stepped off the bed and over to Jungkook. I had to stand on my tiptoes to get in the frame of the video. He pretended not to notice, and continued greeting ARMY.
"Hi!" I exclaimed happily, waving at the camera. I frowned, as Jungkook lifted the camera higher. "Why can't I be in it?" I asked, slightly ticked off.
I pouted, as he continued recording himself and ignoring me. I jumped up and down, trying to be included. I glared at him, when to my surprise, he shooed me away. He started attempting to do some aegyo, poking his cheeks. I slowly smiled deviously, getting a idea. I knew I was being kind of rude, ungrateful, and a little bit of an annoying brat, but I really hated being excluded. I walked back over, and as he was doing his aegyo, I bounced up and quickly pecked his cheek. I smiled proudly, when he lowered  the camera, expecting him to give in and introduce me to ARMY. 
I looked up, confused when he threw it on the bed instead. "What-"
I gasped, when he turned around, grabbed my shoulders, and pushed me against the wall. Before I could do anything, he put his arm against the wall, trapping me with his body. I opened my mouth to protest, but not a sound came out. I felt my heartbeat accelerating, and the blood rush to my cheeks. I tried to back up, but I couldn't, as he leaned in closer. "S-stop..." I stutterd quietly, my voice shaking. I wanted to push him away, but I was no longer in control of my body. I looked down at his lips and swallowed nervously, avoiding eye contact.
"Don't do that unless you want a reaction," He whispered into my ear. I shivered as I felt his warm breath on my neck.
    He pulled away, and headed towards the door, leaving me standing, frozen in shock, against the wall. I looked straight, forwards, as he turned around one last time, before opening the door. "Meet us in the lobby in ten."
    "What should I wear? Where should I put your shirt?" I asked, stiffly.
    "Oh yeah, I ordered you something. It's in the bathroom."
    "And your shirt?"
    "Keep it." He shrugged, then closed the door.