My Viewpoint || J.JK ✓

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a/n: Before we go ahead, let me remind you, this is my fictional world. Anything and everything is possible. Anything and everything will happen. I may defy every rule of science, geography, history too. So...please just assume everything is possible here 😙👉👈.
Another long chapter :))
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Day 1: Pink.

The next morning, I woke up with my face buried against Jungkook's chest. My hands were rested against his broad chest. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes to look at him. He was already propped on his elbow while staring down at me. Of course his flexed biceps were the first thing that caught my eye, but I chose to look at his beautiful eyes instead. Seeing me awake, he gave me a soft smile which I readily returned.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" His morning voice was something one could listen to forever. Honey flavoured raspy voice with the compliment of a lower octave; major turn on (not gonna think about it).

For the first time, in weeks, I didn't wake up at three am. I really had a great sleep.

"Yes." I replied back in my rough morning voice.

"Good." With that he yawned very loud.

I separated from him, because if I stayed longer I don't know if I'll be able to hold back. From his pouted lips as he rubbed his eyes. He looked adorable.

I could imagine me tugging onto them-

Shut up.

I got down the bed and tied my hair into a single ponytail. I saw Jungkook's eyes looking drained out.

"You got no sleep?" I asked him while collecting the blanket near the pillow. He stared at me with the strangest expression, before letting out a laugh.

"I had a fucking karate champ beside me. How can you expect me to sleep?"

Damn. Didn't my kicking habit go? The last person who complained about it was my mum.

I flushed red at his comment and turned away from him. It's embarassing.

"Y-yah. You shouldn't say such things to a lady." I grimaced thinking what nonsense I must have done. "And I don't move so much as to keep you awake." I was tomato red. How would you feel if the person you like says you kick in your sleep? Well, that's what embarrassment is, that's the one I feel right now.

"Why are you so red? I was just being truthful." I noted the amusement in his voice. Dang. Remind me why did I tie my hair up?

"It's too hot here. I, I need to freshen up." And with that, I disappeared into the washroom, not forgetting to take my clothes along with me. I heard Jungkook chortle, causing me to slam the door shut hard. Though that didn't stop him.

I came back, drying my hair with the towel. I grabbed another dry towel and wrapped it around my hair. I ain't a fan of having an irritating hair dryer blowing on my face.

I saw Jungkook in his sweatpants and tee, concentrating on something in the kitchen. Walking towards the kitchen, I watched him pouring the oil onto the pan. I plopped myself onto the empty counter, admiring him focussing on his work. I saw various ingredients sprawled around.

"What's cooking here?" I made my presence felt, causing Jungkook to part some of his attention to me. "Soup with scallion pancake." I frowned because we could just go and grab the breakfast downstairs, not that I wanted to because of certain people. "Thought you wouldn't want to go down and face them after....yesterday." I felt a warmth spread through me. The feeling of someone caring for you. I stared at him without saying anything,while he studied my expression. I gave him a genuine smile, touched by how understanding he was.  He returned back a tight lipped smile and went back to his work. My heart beat fastened thinking that he genuinely understood me, cared for me. He knew I wouldn't be able to face them the very first thing in the morning. He didn't know me long, one night since he knew my story, but still he seemed like he had known me for a long time. My heart softened at this thought.