What Love? // p.jm ✔️

// Chapter 22 \\

I woke to find Jungkook's arms around my waist, face buried in my chest and hugging me close to him. He was snoring lightly and I couldn't help but become giddy at the sight. I gently ran my free hand through his smooth brown locks, while the other traced random shapes along his back.

It's been so long since I've woken up next to someone like this.

I could really, really  get used to it.

Last night was, simply magical. Words couldn't describe how amazing it had been.

I tried my best to not wake Jungkook up - I stopped my actions and slowly rose out of bed. I checked the time; 10:00 am.

I scoffed. Like I was gonna continue working at that hellhole. I picked up my phone to find 10 new missed calls - most likely from my boss, Kim Hyuna. I dialed her number and after a few rings, she picked up.

"Do you know how late you are?! I want you at work and in my office this instant!" She screamed.

I laughed. "I quit, bitch. I'm picking up my stuff tomorrow. You've treated me like dirt when I've put my all in despite your intolerant behavior. Thanks for nothing." With that, I hung up before she could get a chance to argue. I sighed deeply and ran a hand through my already hair of a haystack, stressed out now about how I would get another job.

My chances of landing another editing contract was up in flames. That bitch of a boss will tarnish my image enough as it is. This and the incident before will definitely be on my resume, so I was practically screwed in this industry. What am I to do?

I shook those thoughts from my mind. For now, I can take a break and really contemplate about what the next step will be in my career.

I slowly trotted over to the bathroom, feeling groggy and very much in pain from the night before - but I regretted nothing. Immediately I turned on the shower and stepped in, the lukewarm water turning steamy quickly. I sighed in delight and began to bathe.

After what I assumed to be around an hour or so I stepped out of the shower, the cold air hitting my skin like a wave. In seconds my towel was wrapped around me but before I stepped out of the bathroom, I realized I hadn't brought any clothes with me.

I muttered under my breath, "Fuck."

I prayed that Jungkook wasn't awake, turned the doorknob and slowly stepped out. I was met with an expectant looking Jungkook, and was taken aback completely. I awkwardly chuckled.

"H-How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough to know that you quit your job." He replied, concern laced in his voice.

"Care to explain? Why did you quit your job, Ara?"

I exhaled. "Work was terrible and only depriving me of any joy I had left. Constant rumors that wouldn't fade away kept being thrown at me, dirty looks and whispers, even my boss joined in. It wasn't right nor was it fair towards me when absolutely no one knows the story at all." I tried to step past Jungkook but he blocked the way.

He placed a hand on my shoulder and pulled me to his chest, embracing me.

At first, I was tense and stiff. Eventually I melted into him, only after noticing he was still shirtless.

I lightly punched him playfully. "Put on a shirt, show off." Jungkook laughed, but listened and did so.

I nervously slid my towel off, placing it on my bed and opening up various drawers, looking for something comfortable to wear. Jungkook's already seen my body, so fuck it. I could feel his eyes analyzing me from head to toe, but I continued rummaging and picking out my outfit. Eventually I settled on a simple black crop top with a white tank top underneath it, paired along with matching black sweatpants.

Even as I dressed myself, I knew he watched me. I neatly folded every scattered article of clothing back in it's original place and stood up, anxiously turning around.

Jungkook took painfully slow steps towards me, licking his lips as he did so. He wrapped his arms around my waist and stared down at me.

"You are the most beautiful, angelic girl I have ever had the chance to meet. Let me do what Jimin couldn't, Ara." I stared deeply into Jungkook's dark chestnut brown eyes, looking for any signs of doubt, ending up with nothing.

I couldn't lie to myself - that night sealed the deal; I had begun to fall for him.

Jungkook was true and genuine - soft like a bunny, gentle and considerate towards others.

Now, I had to make a choice, for the better, or worse.

(A/N: Hitting y'all with another update 🤠👏 woot woot. Whaddya think Ara will do in this kind of situation?)