WHAT HE WANTS | TAEKOOK ✓

nineteen.

taehyung's pov

i anxiously waited for jungkook to finish his shower. i found myself looking around his room. the walls were covered in grey paint accompanied by white long curtains covering a window.

no posters were on the walls or trophies anywhere to be seen. it didn't surprise me, seeing as he was a mystery himself.

i heard the water stop running in the bathroom as i sat up straighter. my palms lying flat on the silk sheets covering jungkook's bed.

a few seconds later jungkook stepped into his room. but that wasn't the reason my face turned a bright red shade.

his hair was dripping wet and he only had a towel around his waist. his toned stomach was on full display giving me an excellent view of his defined abs.

a shriek left my lips as i quickly covered my eyes. i heard a sigh before his footsteps got closer to me.

"im sorry beautiful." he spoke before i felt him plant a kiss on the top of my head.

i heard the rustling of clothes before rough hands grabbed my soft ones, pulling them away from my eyes. jungkook stood infront of me as he smiled softly at me.

i stood up from the bed as he stood in place. we stayed facing eachother a few more seconds before he said something that had heart bursting out of my chest.

"can i kiss you? please."