𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 - jjk

iii.

hwang seungmin

i groan, feeling the morning light on my face, coming trough the window. i glance at the clock and realize its only 6:23 am, meaning i got less than four hours of sleep, because of someone interfering with it.

i didn't realize living with jungkook would be so eventful. at least not on the first day that is. i thought i'd just literally avoid him as much as i possibly could, and now i for sure know to lock my door before going to sleep.

at least he hasn't insulted me yet. that much.

i want to turn around and check the floor to see if he's still there, hopefully he isn't, only to realize i cant. i furrow my eyebrows looking down, and realizing there's an arm around me, holding me close. i'm afraid to even look at who it belongs to when i already know the answer. i don't know if i should cry, laugh or just kill him.

"this is not happening." i tell myself and look back, indeed to find jungkook sleeping peacefully, his mouth slightly open and breathing on my shoulder.

nasty, probably infecting me with std's.

jungkook was quite the player of our school, so i wouldn't be surprised if he had any or even several std's on him.

"jungkook." i say his name, in hope he'll wake up.

nothing.

i look down at his arm, around my torso, tucked underneath me, for warmth, holding me tightly to him.

couldn't he just steal one of my pillows?

i gently grab his hand and untuck it from under me, before lifting his arm slowly off me.

he started stirring behind me, and i let go of his arm accidentally. it slipped back around me pulling me closer to him, this time slipping into my shirt.

"just five more minutes." he mumbled, his breath hitting my neck, making the hairs on it stand up.

"jungkook, i swear to god if you don't let me go right now, i'm chopping your arm off." i tell him and i look back at him to see him opening his eyes. they widened a little when he sees where he is and he immediately let me go. "thank lord." i sigh and get off the bed.

"what am i doing here?" he asks as i go over to my drawer, into which i packed my clothes last night and pull a hoodie over my head.

"you tell me." i grumble and walk to the nightstand taking my phone of the charger and tucking it into the small pocket in the front of the hoodie. "you literally came into my room drunk at 3 am and tried to sleep on my bed. and when i pushed you off you passed out there. i woke up to this. so i'm just as surprised." i explain while pulling my hair out of the messy ponytail it was in and walking to the bathroom, to brush my teeth.

i walk out to see he was still there, except on his other side, sleeping.

"wake up!" i exclaim, hitting him with a pillow.

"ow, why are you so rude?" he groans sitting up and stretching.

i got distracted by the muscles in his back a little, making my cheeks flush before i quickly furrowed my brows and replied.

"why am i rude? oh, i don't know? because you wouldn't get out of my room maybe?" i exclaim crossing my arms. "sleep in your own bed!"

he chuckles looking at me, a lazy smirk on his lips. he stands up and walks over to me. it makes me step back a bit, he was significantly taller than me and it was really intimidating.

"huh, you're pretty hot when you're angry, seungi." he says and i feel my cheeks flush at his comment.

he bends down to pick up his clothes while i just stand there.

"it's seungmin. not seungi. only my friends can call me that." i state and he raises an eyebrow.

"come on, we're friends?" he smirks.

"we used to be. until you turned into a jerk." i tell him and i notice him visibly get offended by my comment. "now just please, get out already." i say and he smirks again.

"you're the first girl that wants to get me out of her room so desperately."

"well get used to it." i say pushing him out the door. "or better yet don't, because you are not allowed in my room." i close the door in his face and lean on it with crossed arms.

its the second day and he's already managed to make me want to kill myself.

how am i going to survive this for a whole year?