Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

Dream Glow

Maybe it's the effects of the alcohol or the late hour or the fact that Taehyung's body is molded to mine, or maybe it's a combination of all three, but I swear I feel fingers running over my skin in my dream. Not in a vulgar way. But gentle, tender, almost appreciative. Fingertips trace my lips and the slope of my nose. A thumb lightly brushes each eyelid. The barest of touches runs over my cheekbones and forehead.

It has to be a dream but it feels too real. And when a voice accompanies the reverent caress, I know for certain that my suspicions are true and I slowly peel my eyelids open.

"JK?" I rasp.

His face is only inches from mine and his fingers are still stroking my forehead. From what I can see, he's changed into street clothes. A black bucket hat sits low on his brow.

"Noona, get dressed," he whispers. "Come with me."

I sit up as quietly as possible, careful not to wake anyone. Good thing Taehyung sleeps like the dead. I only have to place a pillow in my place and he'll never know I'm gone.

Jungkook helps me to my feet and guides me to my bedroom door since it's dark. I turn to him, puzzled.

"What's going on?"

"I want to show you something...if you'll let me."

It's hard to see, especially since he's wearing all black but there's a bag slung across his body. While he was in Japan, he said he wanted to take me somewhere, just the two of us. I'm not sure if this is what he had in mind.

Still, I agree and go in my room to wash my face, brush my teeth and change. Since it seems like he's wearing athletic clothes, I also opt for a pair of joggers, a hoodie and sneakers. When I grab my cell that had been in my room all night, I find that it's not even five in the morning. Where the hell could we be going at this time?

When I exit my bedroom, I find Jungkook leaning up against the wall beside my door. Even in the dark, I can see his smile.

"What?" I whisper.

"Nothing. I just didn't think you'd come." Then without another thought, he grasps my hand, intertwining our fingers. "Come on."

With his palm pressed against mine, he leads me out of the apartment and out into the chilly early morning air. There's a car in the spot usually reserved for their chauffeured rides. Jungkook fishes out a key fob and hits Unlock.

"Um, whose car is this?"

"Manager-hyung," he answers, opening the passenger side for me. I slide in cautiously.

"How did you get it?"

He nods towards the building. "He lives here too."

Wait...what? So one of their managers lives in the same building as them? I bet it's Sejin, considering he's their main manager. I'd imagine he'd want to be as close to the boys as possible just in case they need him. I'd heard he even lived with them in their early days. For all intents and purposes, he's like an older brother or even a father figure to the guys.

Jungkook gets in the driver's seat and revs up the car. I'm shocked. I didn't think he even knew how to drive, especially since I've never seen him do it in the month I've been here. Makes me wonder what else I've yet to discover about him.

He maneuvers out of the parking space and onto the road, and I can't help but notice how unbelievably sexy he looks behind the wheel. Weird. I've sat shotgun with a guy plenty of times. But with Jungkook...I don't know. The bucket hat and the black hoodie and his strong jaw tensing in concentration... Damn. There's something so sweet and child-like about Jungkook when he's with his other members. They don't always mean to, but they still treat him like a baby and he often humors them. But on the flip side, Jungkook is extremely masculine. The way he walks with so much confidence, the way his doe eyes narrow when he looks at me, the way he bites his lip before giving me a slow, sinuous smile... Jungkook may be the baby of the family, but he's no child. And when I'm with him, I feel secure and desired.