don't go underground | jjk ✓

15. chocolate pudding

When your eyes fluttered open, still half asleep, you saw floppy black hair cover your vision. Frowning, you blinked in confusion at the sight. Then, as you gained more control over your drugged-like state, you noticed the arm around your waist and head resting on your shoulder, hence the hair in your eyesight.

"What the..."

You leaned away and blinked again, as if it were an illusion tricking you. You forgot about your shoulder and tried reaching the arm up, causing it to make your injury burn and you wince.

"Kookie," you breathed out, using your good hand to shove him off you.

He grumbled incoherent words as he lifted his face-down head from the crook of your neck. "Hmm? What- oh, it's just you..."

"'Just you'? What the fuck does that mean?" Your eyes widened as he let his head fall and pulled you closer instead of getting off. "Jungkook!"

He just hummed sleepily, slipping back into his dreams and you groaned in defeat, gazing at the ceiling as you lay trapped in his arms. You had no idea what had happened to your pillow barrier, but judging by your position, you had thankfully not initiated anything.

This man child on the other hand...

You gazed over at him, eyes widening as his new head placement allowed for you to see his stunning features. The sunlight pouring in through the curtained windows of his room left a warm glow across his tan skin, face looking ever so velvety, eyelashes grazing his cheeks as his jaw line cut sharply up to his ear. His thin lips were parted slightly, bunny teeth hidden, letting the soft light hit them, and looking even more surreal.

Your good hand reached up and traced at the strands of hair falling over his eyes. Gently shifting them away from his eyelids, he leaned into your touch, and you grazed a finger on the skin of his warm forehead.

Eventually, after realizing how much a creep you were being, you dropped your hand and sighed to yourself.

He was too damn beautiful for his own good.

His hand around your waist shifted and you frowned as it began searching for something. After a few taps on random parts of the bed, he found your hand and gently took it.

Was he actually asleep?

You let him take your hand in his sleep and his thumb rubbed over your knuckles as he mumbled soft words under his breath that you wished you could hear.

"Kookie, we should get up," you whispered this time, too soft to have any will to be rough, eyes glancing at the clock on the wall. "It's almost eleven."

He let out a sound that was somewhere between a whine and a no and you couldn't help but smile. With now both your hands restrained, you didn't have much of a choice but to just talk.

"Kookie, please. Let's get up."

He frowned and turned his head away as if that would stop your nagging. You moved your intertwined hands to the sheets and pulled them back, hoping that would bother him awake.

Instead, your breath left your chest in a panicked flurry.

His hoodie had ridden up, exposing the bruised skin of his back. You pushed the covers back more and forced yourself to sit up, no matter how much it hurt, to get a better look. His muscles were swollen and bright red, the sight extremely unpleasing. It would not heal quickly, that much was obvious, and his stubbornness hours ago had not made it better.

Your breaths grew shallower as you ripped your hand away from his and glared at his sleeping figure. Jungkook stirred by the sudden action and groaned awake. When he opened his eyes and didn't see you, he whipped his head around in confusion. Then he saw your angered and guilty face and he tried bolting upright, only causing him to groan and roll over onto his back in pain.