blizzard

Part 6

yeah

You huff at the small flame but it refuses to go out, and you kind of don't want it to as it provides a strong beacon of heat as its smoke licks at your face. You huff again. Still, it only wavers. You're so cold that you don't even have the strength to take out a candle. Peaking over at Jungkook, his eyes are locked on you patiently.

'I'll do it.' He leans across the bed over you, you feel his warmth radiate into your proximity as his should hovers over your face. His scent, a clean soft musk, swims up your nose; you never noticed how pleasant he smells. The veins on his neck are protruding as he strains to reach over. When he extinguishes the candle with a single harsh blow, embarrassment rains on you.

Darkness enshrouds you two. As he returns to his position, you notice that he's closer to you than before, now only less than a foot away. The sound of his breathing provides a steady rhythm that soothes your wild thoughts.

Though your social skills are subpar by nature, Jungkook has a way of magnifying your awkwardness. Should you say something? Good night? Thank him again?

Then you realise, he's shivering. Of course, his hair must still be wet from his unfinished shower that was cut short by the blackout. God, he must be freezing.

'You're cold.' You state, though you mean it more as a question.

'I'm fine.' Hums his response, yet his inhale is shaky.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you know what you're going to do next is completely out of character and will require more guts than you actually possess. Your hand gropes at the space between you until you find his hand. It's ice cold. Jungkook jumps at the contact and you hear him turn his head towards you. You hope his sight hasn't adjusted to the dark yet so he can't see how abashed you are.

'You're not fine.' His fingers are stiff when you interlock yours between his. Everything is screaming inside you. What are you doing? What the heck? If Jimin were here to see this his jaw would drop all the way down to hell.

Unable to suppress the urge either, you also turn to look at him. In the dark, you can barely make out the outline of his face, the shape of his glossy eyes reflecting the moonlight seeping in through the window. Slowly, his fingers curl up around your hand. Your heart flips.

Blood roaring in your ears, you inch towards him like a frightened deer until your sides are pressed against each other. Your faces must be a hand's width apart, but the darkness fuels you with a brazenness that allows you to not cringe away. His whole body tenses in response.

'Better?' Voice so soft he strains to hear you.

Jungkook nods, eyes never leaving yours. 'Better.' His response rumbles into your ear and percolate into your mind, and only now are you aware of how close he is.

An amalgamation of unidentifiable emotions stir inside you. You feel your own warmth trickle towards him as his does with you, and slowly his presence plucks away the cold you are plagued with.

'Good night, Jungkook.'

'Good night, Y/N noona.'

Though it's only briefest of movements, you feel his thumb stroke over yours once, twice, as your eyelids fall shut.

The next morning, you wake up first with your head fitted cosily on his heavily breathing chest, his arm draped across your shoulder, shielding you from the chilly morning air.

.

The power still isn't back on.

It's now nearing 24 hours since the blackout first hit.