Childish | Jungkook

Chapter 25

After taking a relaxing bath, I put on my new clothes and walked out to the bedroom.

My heart jumped when I found Jungkook sitting on my bed, playing on his phone. He was dressed in dry clothes, black baggy shirt and gray sweatpants, but his hair was damp and curled like before.

He noticed me when he flipped his hair out of his eyes, and he tucked his phone in his pants pocket before standing up.

"Feeling better?"

I nodded slowly as I walked towards him.

"Your hair is still wet," he said, tracing my locks beside my ear.

Yours, too, but I'm not complaining.

"Sit here." He patted the bed before running to the bathroom.

I watched him in confusion, sitting down. He came back with a towel and a soft smile.

The bed dipped down when he sat down on his knees behind me and he started drying my hair with the towel.

The way he rubbed and basically massaged my head felt so relaxing and I closed my eyes, drowsiness consuming my mind.

"I seriously need to have you as my masseur," I purred.

He chuckled. "Aww, baby Nain wants to receive free services... Too bad I'll only do this to the one who cuffs me."

The sober and logical me would have brushed it off with a chuckle... but it was the hazy and senseless me at the moment, so I pushed it.

"And that is?"

His hands stopped momentarily before continuing to dry my hair.

"I don't know."

"Can I be the one," I wondered to myself.

Would I let myself do that?

"Tell me, Jungkook... How do you actually feel about me?"

It was already too late when I wanted to take my words back.

Jungkook had finished his work when I said that and stared at me with indiscernible expression when I turned my body around to face him.

I was afraid of hurting again, afraid of letting myself be vulnerable and hand him my heart, willingly giving him the power to destroy or save me.

But I still wanted to...

"Actions speak louder than words, Nain. Do you not understand it from my actions?"

I did. But that wasn't enough for me to believe it.

Sometimes words are needed to confirm everything, to affirm what one believes.

I shook my head. "If you really love me, then say it. I don't want to think that it's all in my head... I need you to say it with your own words."

His hand held mine, intertwining them, and his other one came up to fix my messy hair before it held my face. His eyes held all the warmth, all the emotions and all the love in this world as they beheld me.

"I love you, Nain... more than you imagine... and I was afraid that I would end up hurting from having this much love for you."

My breath got stuck in my throat when I finally heard him confess his feelings, but hurting as he admitted his fears. I felt the same before when we were younger and I never imagined that he felt the same, too.

"I was afraid that I would lose you one day if I admitted my feelings... I thought that it was better to be friends... That way, I wouldn't get separated from you."