Jinkook | Our Journey

4.

I heard Jungkook's footsteps coming up the stairs, and he grumbled a string of threats ; "If you don't turn that music off right now Jin, I swear to God..."

I repressed the urge to yell 'or what', but instead kept silent.

I heard him sigh, and go into his room.

Let the games begin.

I stood up, turning off the music blaring through the speakers of my iPod dock, and shut my laptop.

I stopped to look down at what I was wearing; my favourite, faded, baggy sweater.

And nothing else.

The sweater used to reach about mid-thigh, but now it was even shorter than that.

A small smile spread across my face. Perfect.

I waltzed into his room, and sat on his bed.

He was on the floor, doing press ups, shirtless, like he usually did after he came back from running. A thin sheen of sweat covered his body, and I felt my heart beat a little faster.

"How many times have I told you to knock?" He asked, not stopping his exercise. "What if I was naked?"

I shrugged. "It's nothing I haven't seem before."

He stopped what he was doing, and stood up, to look at me. He knew how much I hated talking about the Unspeakable Event.

He grabbed his shirt, which had been lying on his table, and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Then he looked at me again, and this time, his eyes widened.

"What the hell are you wearing?"

I stifled a laugh. "Didn't you notice before? I wore it to college," I lied.

"You did not wear that college," And it was more of a question that a statement.

"Sorry, but I did," I told him, shrugging. "What's wrong with it?"

"For one thing, it'd probably show your boxers if you moved too fast."

"Maybe," I shrugged again, "if I was wearing any."

Jungkook froze, and I saw his hands clench into fists.

I held back my triumphant laugh.

"You're not wearing boxers," he stated flatly.

I shook my head, my eyes widening in the way I did when I was trying to look innocent. "That's not a problem, is it?"

I saw his eyes trail over my body, lingering in between my legs.

"No, it's not a problem," he said, his voice huskier than before.

I grinned. "Good."

He stared at me for a moment, before walking towards me. I took a deep breath, and then he was sitting beside me on his bed.

No one said anything for a while.

Then, he leaned towards me, slowly, as if not to scare me, and pressed his lips gently against mine.