Cold | jjk ✔

8. Dreams

I waited.

I waited for Jungkook to place my fear right on to my skin.

I was ready to silently cry and scream inside.

But instead, I feel a thumb wiping a tear that rolled off my eyes.

I opened them to see him, his thumb against my cheek yet his lips just centimetres away from mine.

"Jung-"

He moves closer until our noses brush against each other.

"Are you really psychrophobic, Nari? Are you?"

My breathing goes uneven from the sudden question "Y-You don't believe me? Of course I am."

"If you are...I'm proud of you." He backs away.

"What? I...I don't understand."

"Ever since you fluttered your eyes open only to see me, this-" he brings the tissue-wrapped ice block in front of his face "-has been sitting against your bruise."

My eyes bulg in disbelief "And I didn't feel it?"

He smirks "Let's just say you were too focused on checking me out." He says confidently before wrapping my elbow with a bandage "Your phobia's not serious...it's only your physical self that's scared of your fear and with your mental self focusing on something else, the physical you can't feel a thing." He then takes the bucket and the first aid kit in his hands before leaving me dumbfounded in my room.

I stare at my bruise.

Daebak. Did it really touch my skin? Wah, it's been years since I've touched anything cold.

I cup my cheeks.

Oh? Why are my cheeks burning? What's happening to me.

'I'm proud of you'

His words roam around my head. Did he mean that...I did well because I didn't panic when it touched my skin?

A shy smile finds its way on my lips and I would be lying if I said I didn't feel like fangirling.

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I walk down the stairs as my eyes try to search for Jungkook, but instead I see a pink sticky note stuck onto the kitchen table:

Hey, if you're reading this note then I'm sure you're searching for me.
I decided to go home since I don't want to disturb you anymore.
If you need me, you know my number.

~ Jungkook

A frown displays on my face knowing that he left but that smile soon exchanges into a happy one as I hear the click of a door.

I stare into the hallway only to see a familiar figure standing.

"Oppa?" I call out.

"Nari? You're awake?" His voice echoes to me.

"What do you m-" I look at my watch as my mouth opens in shock.

It's already 11:50pm? I must've slept for a decent amount of time with Jungkook.

"Mianhe, oppa. I didn't know it was already this late." I shake my head from side to side.

"It's okay. But, have you eaten yet?" He walks towards me his gaze not leaving mine.

"I'm not hungry.."

"Okay then, go to bed. You'll need some energy tomorrow since I won't be here."

"Hmm? Wae?"

"My friends are asking me to hangout with them." He answers as he heads to his room "Goodnight." He waves his hands at me before disappearing behind his door.

Goodnight. I mentally say to him.

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His hands curve around my waist, bringing me closer to him. He bends down to whisper something in my ear "Can you here it?"

"W-Which?" I ask, stuttering.

"My heart."

My ears picks up a sound of a heart. His heart, that is. It slightly thumps faster than usual.

I nod as a response.

"And it's beating only for you, Min Nari."

I freeze at my spot.

Am I hearing wrong? I must be hearing wrong.

But before I could ask him to repeat whatever he has said, I can feel something soft and moist against my lips. I realize it's his lips.

His lips are on mine.

My mind tells me to push him away. It's telling me to scream at him for what's he's doing. But, my body somehow disobeys and it does nothing...it just stands there, trying to process everything. My eyes automatically shut close as my hands travel up to wrap itself along his neck. From there, he pulls me closer and the kiss deepens.

"Saranghae." He mumbles through the kiss.

"JEON JUNGKOOOOOK!" I scream at the top of my lungs. I find myself sitting on my bed with my heart thumping fast while sweat drips down my forehead.

"Yah! What happened?!" My brother bursts through the door as his eyes widen at me.

"Oppaaaa~" I whine at him.

"W-Wae? Are you sick? A-Are you hurt anywhere?" He jogs towards me as he examines my face and my arms. I slowly tug my arm off his grip.

"I'm not sick." I say.

"Yah~ you're sick aren't you?" His brows furrow with concern "Your face us red." He points out.

"ITS ALL THAT JERK JEON JUNGKOOK'S FAULT!" I cry out like a child. Yoongi stops still, startled from my words.

"I'll go talk to him." He says backing away "He's just down stairs-" he covers his mouth with a hand "...I shouldn't have said that to you." I hear him mumble to himself.

WHAAAAAT? JEON JUNGKOOK'S IN THIS HOUSE?

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Author's note

AYOOOO. Welcome back to Cold! Sorry I haven't been updating, I've been quite busy with school projects so it's been quite stressful for me. But here's a chapter and while writing this chapter, I'll admit it, I fangirled quite a lot :^ this is probably the most fun I had writing a chapter (hehe). AND THANKS YALL BCUZ THIS BOOK'S CURRENTLY RANKED AS #31 IN PHOBIAS AND ITS HIGHEST IS #5. Though as always, hoped you liked it. ♡☆♡

-BZ4