To The Stars | JJK

Chapter 17.

Grace

It's midnight by the time we finish watching the series.

An empty bottle of wine and an empty pizza box is lying next to Jungkook's bed.

"This show is so good," Jungkook yawns.

"I know, right," I sink deeper into the pillow.

What I would give to have a bed like Jungkook. First of all, it's huge, soft, comfortable, and makes me want to stay in it forever.

"Has it stopped raining?" I ask after a while.

Jungkook gets up and opens the curtains. "Nope."

I sigh. What now?

Jungkook looks like he's thinking something over in his head.

And I think I know what it is.

"I guess you're sleeping over," he says casually and heads to his closet.

"Is it cool if I do?" I ask, surprising myself with the fact that I'm completely cool with it.

"Of course, besides I wouldn't want you driving around anywhere after we've just emptied a bottle of wine," he throws another blanket on the bed.

Oh, I'm sleeping here here.

On second thought it makes sense. This house is huge, but 7 guys are also living here and I would much rather sleep in this comfy bed than on the couch.

I stand up from the bed and start looking around the room.

Jungkook watches me and tries not to laugh.

"You need a shirt to sleep in?" he says with one toothbrush in his mouth and another one in his hand.

I take the toothbrush and nod yes for a shirt.

Once he comes back from the bathroom, he tosses me a black t-shirt and I go to his bathroom to change and brush my teeth.

When I come out Jungkook is already in bed, I take the free side on his left.

"You know, this is kinda fun," I say and lie on my side to face him. "I haven't had a sleepover since like elementary school."

Jungkook chuckles, "Shut up," and throws a pillow in my face.

"Asshole," I mutter and turn off the light.

"Night," he whispers.

"Night," I say and feel myself drifting off to sleep.

Jungkook

I wake up to hair covering my face and move to free myself of it.

When I stir I feel someone move beside me.

Oh, shit.

I completely forgot Grace stayed over.

She looks so peaceful, and also very tiny in my huge bed.

I'm going to let her sleep, but I need to go to the bathroom. So I roll off the bed as gently as possible and try to make as little noise as I can.

It works, because when I reach the door and look back, Grace is still asleep.

I wonder wether I should show her the drawing I based on her.

Right now, bathroom calls and I forget about it.

But by the time I come out, I see Grace sitting on the bed with a cup of tea in her hands and another cup on my nightstand.