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eleven: hotel room

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December 12
Aira's

Jungkook and I went back to the hotel room after a dance together. Rather than speaking to Ha-Yoon myself to return the dress, I snuck into the room with Jungkook's help and changed back into my clothes that I had left there.

I had many questions for him about Ha-Yoon and Taehyung but those had to wait. My biggest concern that night was sharing a hotel room with him. I felt conflicted because, to put it in simple words, part of me trusted him but the other part of me suspected him of terrifying things.

"I'm done showering. You can go now." Jungkook said, walking out of the bathroom with messy wet hair and a towel around his waist.

I widened my eyes and looked up at his face only. "I've been seeing too much of.. that. Couldn't you have just put some clothes on in the washroom before coming out?" I scoffed.

"No." He simply answered, biting the air before looking at my flustered face.

"Go in the washroom before I grab you." He said.

I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him with confusion. "What did you sa—"

He subtly smirked and took a few quick steps near me, hands reaching for me.

"GET LOST OH MY GOD!" My eyes grew wide and I quickly ran into the washroom with a red face

I locked the door and let out a huff. Then, a secret smile. Realizing that I had a stupid smile on my face, I glared at myself in the mirror.

Why the hell are you smiling?!

—[❈]—

After a nice hot shower to relief the tensions in my body, I quietly walked out the washroom— fully clothed unlike how Jungkook did.

I heard him lowly speaking. Curious, I tip toed closer to the living room where his voice was coming from.

"Nothing will happen. It's all going according to the plan." He spoke into the phone calmly.

"What's going according to the plan?" I asked, walking in front of him.

He looked at me blankly. "I'll call you later." he said before hanging up and crossing his arms.

"What did I say about being nosy?"

"Curious. I'm just curious." I shrugged.

"Curiosity killed the cat." He said, looking into my eyes.

"Cats have nine lives, don't they?" I said, not breaking eye contact.

He moved forward and stood close to me. I didn't move, to show him that I wasn't intimidated but, I could practically hear my heart pounding. I bit my bottom lip.

"What are you so curious about?" He asked lowly.
He tilted his head to the left and glanced down at my lips. He looked back up at my eyes. "Me?"

I gulped and let out a shaky breath. "You think you're irresistible don't you?" I scoffed.

"I never said anything like that." He said, raising an eyebrow.

"Your actions speak louder than your words," I rolled my eyes.

"So, you find me irresistible?" He smirked, fluttering his eyelashes, lacking seriousness.

"Wha-"

"It's okay, I know I am." He interrupted, squeezing my shoulders and then walking away, completely changing the atmosphere to a lighter mood.

I turned around and watched him get under the blanket on the queen sized bed. He looked at me and patted on the empty spot beside him. I crossed my arms.

"I'm not sleeping on the same bed as you." I scoffed.

"You're worried you won't be able to control yourself right?" He asked. "Don't worry, I know self defence."

"Are you serious? Stop being so full of yourself." I wrinkled my forehead.

He groaned and shot me a glare before standing up and walking over to the closet. He grabbed a thick blanket and a pillow and then laid it on the floor beside the bed.

"Unnecessary hassle..." He muttered under his breath and he threw the pillow onto the makeshift bed.

He finished setting up the blankets and looked at me. "Happy?" He asked.

"Yes actually. That's really nice of y—" I stopped myself from finishing my words of gratitude when I saw him crawl onto the bed again.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked in disbelief.

"Going to bed." He said as if it was common sense, turning off the side lamp and closing his eyes.

I thought he was going to give ME the bed.. did I forget who he is or something?

I chose to remain quiet. I walked in the dark to my "bed" and laid down, staring at the ceiling. Only the dim light from the moon seeped in through the curtains.

"Are you asleep already?" I whispered.

"Almost was." He said after some silence, making it clear that I was the thing that stopped him from sleeping.

I didn't say anything for a bit. It was quiet but my heart was unnecessarily loud. Every time my eyes shut, the image of Ha-Yoon and Jungkook sharing a kiss would flash.

"Do you love her?" I asked, still looking at the ceiling.

He didn't answer my question, remaining silent. I sat up and peeked at the bed, resting my chin on the edge of the mattress. To my surprise, Jungkook was right in front of me, eyes wide open and looking at the ceiling. He turned his head which left only about 3 inches between our faces. Our eyes locked in the moonlit darkness.

"Have you ever been in love?" He asked quietly.

I thought of my friend, Jimin.

Do I love him?

"I don't know." I answered, truthfully.

"Then, you haven't." He said. "When you're in love, you'll know it." He continued still looking into my eyes.

My heart fluttered with every word that rolled off his tongue like silk. The vice president who I had always viewed and as boring and emotionless had expressive eyes. His eyes tell. I could see the emotions glistening in those captivating eyes of his.

"You love her." I said, with a strange heavy feeling in my chest followed by a few moments of peaceful silence. He looked up at the ceiling again.

"I loved her. Long time ago." He corrected truthfully.

"Do you think you'll ever love somebody again?" I asked, fully immersed in the atmosphere.

"I don't want to but-"

He turned on his side and held himself up with his forearm. He tilted his head to the side and let his soft gaze fall on my face.

"It's uncontrollable."