“ you’re softer than the bed. ” jungkook plss thank u~
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“So… this is my room,” he mumbles shyly, unable to make eye contact with you. He’s never had you in his bedroom before, let alone by himself. The last time he got to be alone with you Jimin ended up ruining the moment a minute later. Afraid that would happen again, Jungkook made sure you whisk you into his room as fast as possible so no one else would see you, but he didn’t think about what he would do after that.
“It’s nice,” you simply reply, also nervous about being alone with your recent crush. For the time that you’ve known him, Jungkook has never been forward; always too shy or considerate to make a move on you, not knowing that you were dying on the inside because of it. Although you’re buzzing with excitement, you’re nearly trembling with anticipation.
“Did you wanna watch a movie?” Jungkook glances over at you, ears and neck pink. You guys always watch movies, he realizes. There’s no way he’d get closer to you by doing the same thing every time you hang out. This makes his chest feel a bit hollow, but you still agree, not knowing he’s scolding himself for being too boring and predictable when he should be impressing you.
The two of you lay near each other on the bed, slowly getting closer as the movie progresses. With each small movement, the both of you think the other doesn’t notice, not knowing both of your hearts are racing at the thought of innocently laying beside each other. Sparks shoot through both of your arms when your skin makes contact, heat instantly taking your cheeks hostage. Neither of you dares to look at the other, secretly hoping the experience is mutual. Jungkook, though, is still in agony. He’s internally pushing himself to make a move when really he’s petrified. He can’t move any closer than he is now, especially when you aren’t moving either… But just because he can’t move doesn’t mean you feel the same… right?
“You… You can lay your head on my chest or something if you want,” he mumbles quickly, the words coming out as a jumbled rush of sounds, but you hear it clearly. Your heart’s trying to leap out of your chest as you open your dry mouth to respond, only for Jungkook to surprise you again. He lifts his arm, resting it on your shoulders so you can easily curl into his side when you’re ready. He doesn’t force it, rather he leaves the invitation open with a nervous heart. So you gather your nerves up, remembering that this is what you wanted days ago when you watched a movie the last time and fulfill his subtle request, your head comfortably on his chest. He wonders if you can hear his heartbeat or feel the little victory dance he’s doing inside, but he also is too occupied with trying to grasp the moment to care. He’s stuck staring at you in glee, wondering if he was freaking out over nothing this whole time.
“Are you comfortable?” he questions, his nerves calming slowly.
“Mhmm,” you hum, nodding. “You’re softer than the bed.”
And this time he’s sure you can hear his heart when it skips a beat, even if you can’t see the rosy hues overpowering his features.