blizzard

Part 5

Holy shit.

What perhaps scares you more is how attracted you are to him. Since when did you find your roommate hot? This is shy, quiet Jungkook who plays overwatch until 4am. How dare he have a Greek God's body to confuse you like this?

You need to stop thinking about his naked body right now.

Instead you check outside your window to see that the streetlights are off as well; it must be a blackout across the whole town, if not city. Without heating, the cold air begins to harshly sting your exposed skin. Panic starts to fester in your chest. How long can you last with no electricity whatsoever? You don't even have phone signal, or something to charge your phone with except the one portable charger that may or may not be dead right now.

Though your door is wide open, Jungkook knocks on it politely outside your room. Which is what you should've done with him, you mentally scold yourself. Though he is now dressed in an oversized hoodie, your image of him is forever changed after seeing him fresh out the shower, hair still dripping. You blink hard in attempt to rid that thought.

'Hi...' He whispers. He's holding two burning candles against his chest, their flames lighting up the underside of his sharp jaw.

'Hi, come in.'

You can sense his hesitancy, the unease in the air between you, when he enters your room gingerly, feet clad in those pink fuzzy socks.

'Sorry-' You both say at the same time again, then release a breath of laughter. Mirth twinkles in his eyes, though his shyness does not stray from him.

'I'm sorry for barging into your room like that.' It's an effort not to glance down at his adorable socks. 'That was completely my fault, so don't apologise.'

He swallows. 'It's okay, noona.'

His eyes hold yours for a solid moment before dispersing. A familiar blush is starting to paint your cheeks, you feel the heat from your chest blare up to your entire face. Unable to help imagining those solid muscles underneath his clothes, you tug at the hem of your sweater.

'So,' Jungkook places one of the candles on your desk. 'This is for you.'

'Thanks.'

'Instead of using the flashlight of your phone, use the candle or one of the torches I've put on the table outside to save your battery. I've checked the main fuse, it isn't switching back on. Good thing is that we still have running water and plumbing, just no heating or any electricity.' He glances at your own socks. 'We need to use the water sparingly though or the reservoir will run out. From the shops, I've bought some food that we can eat without cooking like gimbap or sandwiches. There's also a stash of hand warmers in the drawer of the TV stand if you're cold.'

That's a lot of words to come out of Jungkook's mouth in one go, all spoken to you. What he's saying is sinking in and relief washes over you, yet you can't help but focus your attention on the way his lips move as he speaks. The dark red gleaming with lip balm, curving over each syllable so prettily.

'That's great, thank you.' You finally snap out of it. 'I'm so glad you're here.' That last sentence slips out of you before you could stop it.

Pupils widening a fraction, Jungkook's lips part in reaction. Why did you tell him that? Maybe you should just lock yourself in your room after continuously embarrassing yourself tonight. But then he pulls into a smile that melts away the ice that's numbing your limbs and burning your lungs. The front of his teeth slightly jutting out sweetly.

Again, a fondness tickles your chest.

'Me too.' The tingle spreads into a pulse that crushes your throat. Is that why they call it a crush?