Insecure - Jikook [Completed]

Chapter 27: Amends

(Disclaimer: long chapter ahead)

Jungkook's POV

When I woke up, I felt warm. Maybe it was because of the fluffy jumper I was wearing, or maybe it was because of the warm body that was latched onto my chest. Either way I felt warm.

Not wanting to disturb his sleep, I remained lying down in that position as I stared at the ceiling. I heard the soft breathing coming from Jimin and my lips twitched at the sound. That feeling in my chest was like a virus - it never left and just stayed there. It felt intense whenever I was beside Jimin, like now. Trying to identify what it was drove me mad. I knew it was simple, but why couldn't I name it? It's like my heart knew what it was but my mind wasn't processing it. I'm sure I would know one day, but how long do I have to make Jimin wait for me? I don't know why he waits for me. If I was him, I would be fed up with me by now.

When I thought that, I glanced down at him. His soft pink hair was sprawled out everywhere as some covered his eyes and some were swept to the side. His eyes were tightly closed as his beautiful eyelashes peeped out from them. My eyes travelled from his cute nose to his plump, luscious pink lips. Those lips. Those damn lips that could do wonders to me. I don't know how he did it, but those lips always made me feel weak in the knees. They looked extremely innocent when he was sleeping but when they were on mine, they were everything but innocent. They carried too much desire that sometimes made me feel overwhelmed - but not in a bad way. I was unsure if he even knew how much he affected me, but he affected me a lot. In a lot of ways actually. Just thinking about him made me smile. It was weird how my thoughts of him transformed to romantic things when a few days before it was the complete opposite. Unless I have always thought of him like that...

I probably did but never questioned it since I never had a crush or liked anyone before. I guess I would have been oblivious to realise my own feelings for him. One thing that was certain however was that he was always special to me. Deep in my heart, he was always considered special and I would never forget that.

At that exact moment, all my thoughts came at me at one time and the puzzles of my lost mind pieced together. It suddenly dawned on me.

Wait a minute! C-could this be-

Breaking my train of thoughts, I felt Jimin stir in my arms and I snapped out of it. I watched as his eyes fluttered open and stared into mine.

"Morning," he whispered in his raspy morning voice.

"Morning hyung."

Because his eyes were drooping, I knew he was still tired. He shuffled up so his head was beside mine rather than on my chest. The soft breathing coming from him tickled my cheeks making my lips curve upwards. His hands reached to my face and pulled me closer so my nose was touching his. Out of sleepiness, he closed his eyes and let out a sigh of content. Just from that, I knew my cheeks were already on overload but I didn't care.

"If you're still tired just go back to sleep," I whispered as I draped my arm around his shoulders.

He hummed in response. Gently, his hand caressed my cheek despite his eyes being closed. That small action made the heat rise to my cheeks and I inwardly cursed at myself because I was sure he could feel it. I wanted to hide, but I didn't have the courage to move from Jimin's soft hand.

Instead of saying something about it, he turned his hand around so the back of his hand was placed against my cheek. It was cold. The coldness of it calmed down my furious cheeks and my heart tugged at the gesture. Times like these were constant reminders of his feelings for me. The question of why he loved me would always be there but I was glad he was. Otherwise we wouldn't be here, like this.