𝐵𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑦 𝐷𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 // 𝑗𝑗𝑘, 𝑦/𝑛, 𝑘𝑡ℎ

27

Jungkook  POV :

I walked up the stairs slowly, with heavy steps. I kept walking until I reached my door. I could hear her shuffling inside, she was probably changing. I placed my hand on the door knob and stood there for a while. As I rested my forehead on the door, I tried to calm down my fast beating heart, but just got startled once I heard her sneeze all of a sudden.

I knocked on the door,"I'm coming in."

She sneezed again,"Okay."

I gently opened the door and found her standing in the middle of my room awkwardly. She looked so real and human, with her wet hair falling down, and my clothes fitting loosely around her. She wore one of my plain white t-shirts and a pair of loose trousers.

She was about to say something but got caught up in a loud cough. I took a step back and spoke in a low tone,"Are you sick?"

Y/n looked at me weirdly,"Uhh ... I'm getting sick I think."

I nodded and told her to wait there for a minute. I walked over to my closet and pulled out a random black sweatshirt which I passed over to her. She took it and put it on, which was even looser on her. At least she looked cozy. That eased my mind quite a bit.

After standing there for a while I pulled out the chair behind my desk and gestured her,"Sit here."

She listened to me without a word and sat down in my chair. I pushed her in and placed a notebook in front of her, with a pen. I sat on my bed across from her and stared at her. I could tell she was uncomfortable with me gazing at her.

Y/n cleared her throat and flipped the pen between her hands,"So ... love."

"Love."

She looked at me in a little shock and pouted,"What do you think it is Jungkook?"

I sighed and stared right at her hands first. I could still see a faint bruise from that time I stepped on it. I knew I couldn't look at her while I explained it, so I just chose to stare at her hands. Watching them fiddle with the pen calmed me down.

"Love is, between two people who care for one another. It's an emotion ... that is made up of many other emotions. Love is being, happy, sad, angry, excited. It's ... everything."

I paused as I saw her swallow uncomfortably and copy down what I had just said. She kept staring at the paper and whispered,"Is that it?"

I took some time to think about it, but I couldn't actually put into words what I felt it was. So I shifted uncomfortably and mumbled,"I don't know y/n. I don't think I know."

I could tell she tensed up as soon as I said her name, and that made me laugh a little inside. She kept looking at the paper and closed her eyes,"You do know. Just think of a time that you ever felt love for someone ... and then tell me how it feels."