Mental //[J.H.S]//

Pills

Y/n's POV:

I laid there in shock. I was on the bed with Hoseok's form towering over my own. The gaze in his eyes were unreadable. I could only guess that this was the normal Hoseok, but I wasn't quite sure either. I had doubts but I didn't believe it was the killing side of him. His eyes weren't crazed enough, his body wasn't tense, and his actions weren't enough. I stared at him in silence as my mind was whirling trying to process how to handle him.

I finally spoke, "Hoseok, what are you doing?" He smirked at me. He knew it would be a struggle for me to fend him off in this position. "I missed you, y/n." He moved his face closer to mine and out of instinct I closed my eyes quickly. Nothing came though. Instead, I felt him nestle his face in the crook of my neck. It oddly felt nice to have him this close. He breathed in my scent with a sigh of content. I wasn't sure what to do. My heart was jumping out of my chest and I knew he could probably hear it.

I tensed up when I felt his lips meet my neck. He was leaving a soft trail of kisses up my neck towards my jawline. "Hoseok, we cant do this," I warned him. He pulled away from my neck and stared at me, "Will you stop being a prude about what you want? Forget your job for once."

I felt anger take over my body at his words. I sat up on my elbows quickly and glared at him, "Just because I said no doesn't make me a prude towards sex. I am allowed to consent to whatever I want, Hoseok." He gave a hard stare back at me. I was still pissed off by his word though. My blood was boiling at the thought of a woman being called 'too conservative' just because she wouldn't hop on the first dick she saw.

I decided it wasn't worth staying here with Hoseok. He would probably only piss me off more than he already had. I pushed him off of me and got up and left without another word. I got into the elevator and huffed out of frustration. Yes I knew I was attracted to Hoseok in that way, but that didn't mean I would act on any of my urges.

I went to go see Jungkook as he always made me feel better and had a calming effect on me. I thought back to the thought I had earlier. I really wanted to ask Jungkook if he had feelings for me, but I wondered if that would be too much. Would I embarrass him? Would he get mad and not talk to me? Maybe I should just wait till he makes a move or says something.

I arrived at Jungkook's door and opened it to find him just laying on his bed looking at the ceiling. He shifted his gaze to look at me and he moved to sit up. "What are you doing back here, y/n?" I smiled a small smile, "I finished with my other patient and I still wanted to talk with you so I decided to come back." I could see Jungkook's lips twitch as he tried to hold back a smile on his face.

I sat down on the bed with him and fiddled with my hands. "Is there something wrong?" I looked up at him, "When did you become a therapist?" He smiled at me, "Even if I'm in a place like this, I can still be a decent human being and ask you what's wrong." I smiled at him, "Nothing much, just lost my temper a bit." "Does it have to do with your other patient?" I nodded and saw his Adam's apple bob. "Is he giving you trouble?" "Yeah, a little bit. He's a special case, so it's hard to figure him out sometimes." Jungkook tongued at his cheek. "Well, I'm here if you need comfort." I grinned at him happily. I grabbed his hand and held it tightly in my own, "Thank you, Jungkook." He gave a shy smile as he gripped my hand back.

I loosened my grip but Jungkook didn't look like he planned to let go of my hand anytime soon. I let him get away with it as always though. I knew I secretly had a soft spot for him when it came to affection. A comfortable silence took over the room as we both sat leg to leg. I was going to mention what I was thinking about earlier, with Jungkook's feelings, but I couldn't. I didn't want to pressure him to tell me. He would tell me when the time came, whenever that was going to be.