Blood In The Water / Mafia / Kim Taehyung

~ 18

I'm exhausted by the time we reach Jungkook's room. I drop his body on to the bed and take a deep breath. "Do you want me to grab you some fresh clothes?" I ask, looking around his room to locate his wardrobe. Jungkook hums and nods his head in response, closing his eyes a little due to fatigue. I find his pyjamas in a small drawer by his bed and lay them out on the bed for him. We awkwardly stare at each other until I realise he's waiting for me to look away so he can get changed.

"Shit, sorry," I mumble and turn to face the wall. I fiddle with my fingers as I hear the bed move slightly under Jungkook's weight. "Ah fuck," Jungkook hisses. I hesitate to look behind me to make sure he's alright. Slowly, I peek over my shoulder to see Jungkook still fully dressed, struggling to reach down to take off his shoes. "Erm, do you want some help?" I ask. Jungkook looks up and straightens his back again to sit upright. "Do you mind?" he questions with a shy smile. I immediately bend down to untie his laces. Once his shoes are off I contemplate whether to take off his jumper or jeans first. I opt for his jumper, since I'd seen many of the guys shirtless before - most of the time by accident.

"I need you to slowly lift your arms up. Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop," I say to Jungkook in an almost motherly tone. He lifts his arms carefully, his nose scrunching a little as he bears the pain. I grab the hem of the jumper and lift it up over his head and shoulders so his upper body is now completely exposed. I try my hardest to not look but it's like his body was a magnet. Jungkook also shifted slightly in place, the whole atmosphere becoming a little awkward.

"Do you want me to take your jeans off to?" I ask, refusing to make eye contact. He pauses before nodding. I slowly slip down to crouch in front of his legs as he spreads them open slightly so I have access to the zipper. Knowing how bad this would look if someone happened to walk in, I quickly reach my hand out to unbutton the jeans and then take the small metal zip between my thumb and index finger and pull it down towards me. The sound of the zipper and Jungkook's breathing - which seemed to have gotten heavier - are the only sounds in the room. Resting his weight on his arms he lifts his body off the bed so I can pull the jeans down and off his thighs, followed by the rest of his legs. Jungkook was now sat in only his underwear and I can feel my cheeks heat up.

"I think I can put my pyjamas on myself," Jungkook speaks quickly, looking everywhere but at me. He struggles to put his top and bottoms on but refuses my help, his entire face now a red hue. Once he's fully dressed he rolls his body over on to his side and wiggles himself under the duvet cover. "I should probably go get some fresh clothes," I say, turning to exit the room.

"No, it's fine. I don't want you going to your room alone. Just get in," he says, patting the empty spot beside him. Hesitantly, I make my way back over to him and lift the duvet cover so I can climb in beside him. The sheets are warm, heated a little already by Jungkook's body heat. Once I'm under the duvet it's a little uncomfortable. I'm scared to stretch out in case I accidentally hit him. I turn on to my side to face away from him, closing my eyes in hope I'll drift off straight away.

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My eyes flutter open in the early hours of the next morning. Jungkook still lays asleep beside me, one hand under the pillow and the other crossed over his body. I smile at his soft snores and carefully lift myself up from the bed, making sure I didn't wake him. My eyes move to the bedroom door which is now open ajar. I knew it had definitely been closed when we fell asleep last night. I trudge over to it and peek outside the corridor, looking left and right, but there's no one there. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion but decide to ignore it as my stomach rumbles, signalling it was time for breakfast.

"I see you didn't take my advice," Jimin raises an eyebrow as I walk into the kitchen. He pours some cereal into a bowl as Namjoon sits at the kitchen counter reading a book. "I don't need your advice, I can make my own decisions," I mutter, reaching past Jimin to pick up a bowl from the cupboard.