Isolophobia | kth

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The morning started with a bloodcurdling scream.

Obviously panicked to have woken up to something so scary to hear, everyone had rushed to the room from which the sound came.

It was Remi's bedroom.

They burst through the door, eyes wide, mouths agape, and waiting for answers, when they saw Remi in the corner of her room, crouched down, and in a little ball.

"What's wrong?!" Taehyung asked.

"Remi, are you okay?"

They looked at Jungkook, who was on Remi's bed, sitting up, with a face so shocked that they thought he was dead. The only thing that convinced them that he was breathing, was how his chest was rising and falling with such exertion, that he was about to pass out.

The boys all stayed in the doorframe, evenly terrified of what might happen if they approached Remi.

She looked so stressed, so scared.

Wait, no, she's...flustered?

"Remi," Taehyung repeated, sounding more serious, "Are you okay?"

She looked up, her eyes looked like she was ready to cry, and she pouting to the boy on her bed, "He-He touched me!"

2 MINUTES EARLIER

The morning was cold, so cold there was frost building up in Remi's window.

She knew there was, because she could see it when she finally opened her eyes. It was so pretty; white and untainted, so pure.

She had a good sleep. Her eyes were puffy, from being knocked out for so long, and her cheeks were slightly pink, while she had subtle lines on her skin from the folds in her pillow.

She was so warm, stretched out under her cotton covers, her skin was heated up, everything was so comfortable, and serene. It didn't feel the same as it did the morning before, and she was wearing even less clothes from then, and it was colder. Something was different, she was too warm.

Too warm for it to be natural, anyway.

When she stretched out her limbs, she instantly felt—and recognised—exactly what was different.

It was two big arms, wrapped around her waist, that had pulled her body into their chest.

She turned around, and her heart had stopped beating, when her eyes lay upon Jeon Jungkook, fast asleep, while nestling his head into the back of her neck. It tickled, every gentle breath he blew out, cascaded her skin.

Their bodies were intertwined, connected.

Not being able to stop herself, she let out her largest, most high-pitched scream, in hopes of having someone quickly come to her aid.

She tore her body away from his quickly, and fell off the bed. Once she landed with a thud to the ground, she scurry-crawled away from the bed, and to the corner.

Jungkook was left completely disorientated, with ringing ears, and his body was frozen.

What just happened?

Obviously, her scream had woken him up. And he had woken up to a girl desperately crawling away from him, screaming like she was being murdered.