Kookie's Universe || BTS✨

11. Wasnt It

When Jungkook woke up, there was a slight ringing in his ears.

With careful movements to cater to the pain it caused, he slowly lifted himself into a sitting position.

Somehow, he seemed to have made it to his room and fell asleep in his own bed.

His mind was a foggy mess of bits and pieces of yesterday, so he didn't know the exact how or when. But, he knew his beige walls with random peeling iron man stickers placed sloppily here and there. He knew his mattress that had begun to feel bony from raised springs due to eighteen years of jumping on the bed while playing video games and wild sleeping. He knew his blankets that were both comforting and scratchy all at the same time and his pillows that were tattered around the edges but soft like a cloud all the same.

So he knew he was in his room.

Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, he yawned lightly and stretched his seemingly tired limbs.

He went to place his feet on the floor, but the pads of his toes were met with skin instead of cold hardwood.

The squeak that left his mouth wasn't very manly, and his hand automatically clamped down over his lips to mute any other embarrassing sounds that might've escaped.

His big doe eyes went wide then slitted into a glare.

Unbeknownst to him, it seemed that one of his strange kidnappers had made it in his room too, now on his floor cuddled into the spare blanket that was supposed to be on the top shelf of his closet.

The boy wanted to stomp a hole into the skull of the fucker until his blue locks were touching his brain.

What the hell happened yesterday?

A groan sounding off from behind him made him squeak again, before he gathered his wits and huffed from annoyance.

He'd never remembered being this easily spooked but at this point, just call him Jungkook-iana because his nuts had apparently disappeared overnight.

The blue man in front of him stirred in response to the sound too.

"Owww." came a voice from behind.

"Remind me why I listened to you and actually slept on the floor again, Tae."

The one Jungkook presumed was Tae just gave a deep groan in response that was thick with sleep.

"Remind me why I listened to myself."

"Glad that you both got your beauty rest." Jungkook cut in, crossing his arms while glaring at them both.

The two bodies jerked up at his voice with comically wide eyes. They paled upon meeting his stare that could wither a plastic flower.

These two again.

"Now get out of my house."

The flat of Jk's foot found Tae's side and shoved harshly into his ribs, causing his body to tumble a bit. He finally could slide to the ground and head towards his closet.

"OW!"

"Somebody's not a morning person." the room owner heard pinky grumble.