The Shy Boy //Jungkook ff//

chapter 41

-Jungkook-

I slowly open my eyes, meeting the bright sunshine that shines through my window.

I start to sit up in my bed when I feel my head throb. I hold my head in attempt to ease the killing headache I'm suffering with.

I look around the room I'm currently in when I notice that it's my room.

Just one thing though...

It's not my apartment.

I'm currently in my old room, in Y/N's apartment.

Everything is just how I left it. The white walls, my twin bed with blue covers, the night table, my clock, everything. Well, excluding my personal belongings but you get the big picture.

It's funny how Y/N changed her whole apartment but decided to keep this room the same.

I begin to attempt to get up, despite the protests of my aching head. As soon as my feet touch the floor, my eyes meet a sleeping Y/N laying on the floor.

I quickly begin to take action my forcing myself to carry her to her room and lay her on her bed.

As I'm tucking her in she begins to quietly say something in her sleep. Deja Vu?

I can't quite hear what she's saying but as soon as I begin to hear her quiet moans, i decide it's best if I leave to grab her something to eat.

I'm about to walk out of the apartment thinking about what just happen with Y/N when I hear an elderly women scream in pure horror.

"Young man, don't you have any shame?", she says making me furrow my eyebrows.

"It's none of my business what went on inside there but please, put on a shirt", the elderly lady says.

I finally look down to find my chest in its raw nakedness, abs out and everything.

-Author's note cause bitch is weird-
was the author writing this at 3 in the morning while watching My Love From A Star? Yes, yes she was. Is she cringing at herself right now? Yes, yes she is because Do Min Joon was showering with a towel, leading to this scene smh..also I'm bitches in case it was confusing

-Back to Jungkook-

So I do what any normal person would do.

I keep on walking, ignoring the insults coming from the elderly lady.

As I step outside, I don't regret not putting on a shirt as much as I thought I would. It isn't exactly freezing and everyone else that does have a shirt on looks like they wish their chest was out as well.

In other words, it was hot outside and I was glad to be bare-chested.

I go inside a cafe and grab breakfast and head back to the apartment smoothly.

When I get back, Y/N seems to still be asleep.