Cold | jjk ✔

14. Touch

Just when our lips brushed against each other, the creaking sounds of a door made us stop connecting our lips together. We immediately pull away, our gaze fixed at the door. Our mouths and pairs of eyes widen in surprise. There stands my brother, who has one of his hands wrapped tightly around the door handle, knuckles turning white.

"H-Hyung." Jungkook calls out to him, anxiety and nervousness lacing within his voice.

But Yoongi only blinks at us in disbelief. His mouth opens to say something yet I hear nothing other than his heavy breathing.

He finally speaks "What's going on here?"

Jungkook stands up from the bed. I can clearly see fear in his orbs but somewhere within him, I can also see bravery. As he was about to step forward to explain, I break in.

"Nothing, oppa." I say naturally at him as if nothing really did happen because I knew that using aegyo would soothe down his anger or shock.

No one stands against my charms.

His eyes leave mine before locking in with Jungkook's. He glares at the younger, a hint of curiosity and anger evident in his orbs.

"Is that true? Because don't you think you guys were a little too close to each other?" He perks a brow at him, his thin lips pressed firmly into a line.

"He was just whispering something to me!" I manage to blurt out an excuse but being the stubborn guy he is, he doesn't take it full-heartedly.

"And what would he whisper to you when you guys were the only people in this suite?" He folds his pale arms across his chest, eyes still piercing holes through Jungkook's head.

You may not know this but Yoongi's pretty smart. He may seem lazy and all but damn, he isn't called a genius without a reason.

"H-He...uh, didn't want the security guards to hear what he was going to say to me!" I blurt out again. I look up to the ceiling and thank God for there's a camera at the corner above. I point at it "There! See!"

Yoongi and Jungkook both turn to where my index finger points at and as a result, Jungkook's anxious face melts into a face of relief and thankfulness while Yoongi has a face full of surprise. Both men turn to me. Jungkook cautiously mouths me a 'thank you' as Yoongi walks up to me with a plastic bag hanging off his hand. He stretches it out to me.

"Here, I bought some spicy rice cakes since you haven't eaten since breakfast." I happily snatch it away from his grip. I run my tongue along my dry lips. The smell of it already seems to have made me water my mouth.

"Thank you!" I grimace at him.

He turns his back at me, taking a step towards the door.

And before he leaves us without a word, he gives me one last glimpse of his face before shutting the door behind him.

Jungkook heavily heaves out a breath he didn't know he was holding "Thanks for the cover."

I frown "It kinda is the truth though." I say while opening the plastic bags open, only to see clear plastic cases filled with my favourite Korean snacks.

"And how is that the truth?" He questions.

"You whispered that you were 'cold'."

"But I was-"

"If it was cold than I would've been sweating my life out by now!" I retort.

"Why would you be sweating when its cold-"

"My phobia, A-hole." I pout at him.

Realization hits his face "Ahh~ right. Mianhe." He awkwardly smiles at me.

I smile from ear to ear from his reaction.

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"Lesson two; cold touch." Jungkook smiles at me as Yoongi sits beside me on the couch, leaning back comfortable.

We're back at home. My brother lays beside me as Jungkook sits himself on a chair in front of me, elbows propped on his knees making it a tad bit uncomfortable from the closeness of our faces.

I cough twice, my eyes staring somewhere behind him to avoid his capturing, chocolate eyes.

Yoongi hands Jungkook a small plate of ice. Just the thought of it already forms an uncomfortable lump in my throat and no matter how much I try to swallow it down, it somehow becomes bigger and bigger.

Jungkook grabs one cube into his hands, passing it into one hand and to the other. His hands are now wet with cold water. His eyes soon meet up with mine.

"Ready?" He asks for permission, a brow slowly perking up.

I huff once "Y-Yeah. I'm ready."

"Then close your eyes." He states and I oblige immediately.

All I can see now is darkness.

Pitch-black.

I wait for something to happen but I can only hear the faint whispers of two deep voices, muffled words and the sounds of plates being placed down on a table. Until, that is, I feel a large hand slip into mine.

"Hey, hey. It's okay. I'm lending you my hand so you could get through this, alright?" I hear my dear brother's voice whisper into my ear, gentle and soft.

And as his sister, I understand his words.

Then suddenly, a pair of hands slide in between my free hand, fingers intertwining with mine. The coldness pierces through my skin like a thick needle. I groan slightly. Sweat has already dripped down from the side of my face, making it harder to control my emotions. His freezing touch stings my skin. It stings so much it's as if it's hot. I groan out loudly now, tears slipping off at the slits of my eyes. My mind becomes clouded and hazy and my ears nearly hear nothing, as if it's blocked. My hand clutches hard on to Yoongi's hand, suppressing the pain like how he told me to do. My body is now steamy and sticky, but cold somehow.

And slowly, I can feel the coldness in Jungkook's hands slowly subside and the natural warmth of his hands slip in. My breathing goes steady. My eyes flutter open only to get blinded by the sight of Jungkook right in front of my face. I let out a small gasp in which Jungkook chuckles at. My crazy emotions do fade away and are now replaced with ease and pure fluster and my puffy cheeks are surely painted in red as everything around me slowly dissolves.

And it feels as if I'm just a blank.

A blank space that needs to be filled in because I don't notice how my brother slips his hand off of mine.

I don't notice him leave us alone with a small smirk playing on his lips.

And I don't notice Jungkook whispering a 'you did great' to me.

But I do notice how his lips kiss a tear that rolls down my cheek away.

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Author's note

Long chapter as an apology for not uploading ^-^

And thank you for 460+ reads! Like...hOW? One time it was just about 100 reads and now it's almost 500? oH SnAP.

But hope you liked the chapter! ♡♡♡

-unedited

-BZ4