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21. Growing Feelings

You looked blankly at Jungkook who just laid down on bed without hesitation or any questions.

"What is it? Is there a problem?" He asked, and you blushed.

"No, no, no! It's fine..." You waved your hands and stood there like an awkward penguin.

No, an awkward potato.

He looked at you, and you sheepishly walled towards the bed. Sitting down, you fiddled with your fingers.

Jungkook turned off the lights, and pulled you down on the bed with a tug on your arm.
His arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you close, while burying you both under the blankets.

>>>

You woke up screaming from your horrible nightmare.

Tears were streaming down your face.

You were doing completely fine, but it only takes one trigger.
Then the horrific memories flood your head and the whole world comes crashing down around you.

Then it all becomes dark, black and painful.

You held onto your head to stop the sharp pain resonating through your head as you cried uncontrollably.
But you felt the air getting knocked out of your lungs.

Because you were happy...
You were content and warmed...
You felt loved...
You felt as if you weren't alone...
You felt that there was a certain someone you could count on...
You felt like the happiest person while crying...

Because Jungkook had his arms wrapped around you...

"Y/N..."

You heard him, but you couldn't reply.
You were so happy you couldn't even breathe right.

And at that moment, you realised.

When you looked up at his face, you felt that love.
You could feel all the love fill your entire body.
The kind of love that made your toes curl and stomach churn. You could feel yourself blush against his shirt from having all those types of emotions running rampant against your skin.
The love that made you want to scream out all your fears and worries so that they have no way of finding their way back in.

You knew it...

But you didn't want it...

You were confused.

Because no matter how loving he is, it's all because you're his best friend.

He is a playboy.

A womanizer.

A man who used to sleep with different women every night before you came.

A person who doesn't know what it is to love.

He is in love with the idea of being in love.

He isn't in love with you, never in a million years.

But he was the one.

So you kept quiet.
And tried to enjoy and appreciate it as long as it lasted.

He may grow tired soon and leave you broken.

So while it lasts, you have all his love.

As you laid down your head on his chest and drifted off fo sleep with him patting and running his hand through your hair, you thought...

"He can't love, can he?"