"Will you sleep with me?"

His question has me completely speechless for a few seconds. Until I catch my breath and start rambling like an idiot.

"You're asking if you want us to.. hit a home run? Pollinate the flower? Do a little Bow-chick-a-wow-wow? Mattress mambo? Make babies? Do you want to do... the sex?"

He looks extremely caught off guard.

"You didn't have to interpret it in a perverted way..." He pouts like a baby. "I was asking if we could sleep in the same room since we have a break and today was exhausting. You know what? Never mind. It's lame-"

I shake my head. "No, Jungkook, I wouldn't mind. But why?"

He looks down, blushing a rosy red. "I-I can't fall asleep without your presence. There's always so much noise in my head. But when I'm with you... It all quiets down."

"So does my boringness lull you to sleep or-"

He shakes his head. "No. Your kind nature... It puts my heart to ease."

He continues. "With everyone else, I feel like it's a game. People want me for my resources, my money, my status, materialistic things. I give them something, and they take away some more. But you actually care about who I exactly am."

"And who do you exactly think you are, Jungkook?" I wonder.

"I don't know... but with you, I'm starting to figure it out."

There he goes with his charming words. Makes my heart skip a beat.

I wonder how many other times he's practiced those lines with other girls. He's just so articulate... he had to have some experience somewhere.

And just like those girls, I was enchanted by his seductive words. He's the magician and I was his victim.

"I hope it won't be that burdensome for you-" He says.

"It won't be." I interrupt him.

Jungkook scratches his head and grins. There's that smile that can make a girl's heart run a million miles per hour.

I love how his teeth aren't perfectly straight- two of his front teeth protrude more than the others. He has so much money to fix them, but keeps them the way they are. And then that scar below his eye adds to his allure. His imperfections really enhance his beauty.

I finally nod. "O-okay. Let's go."

We walk silently to the elevator. We finally reach a hallway and he takes out a card to swipe for the according suite.

He opens the door. "After you."

We walk into the designated bedroom and there was a single bed. Jungkook begins placing some sheets on the floor and I stop him.

"Look, you don't want me to sleep on the floor and I don't want you to sleep on the floor. You need my presence to sleep so why don't we just lay on the bed, already?" I abruptly said.

He's caught off guard with my straight forwardness but I'm right. Neither one of us would make the other sleep on the ground. I wish at least one of us was more mean and selfish and just took the bed alone with no questions. It would make our lives so much easier.

He scratches his head. "Uh, sure, let's do this thing, buckaroo..."

Buckaroo? He's usually so charming with his words, but right now he seems lost.

I sit down on one side of the bed and gesture for him to come over closer. He purses his lips tightly, and looks around the room, trying his best to avoid my eyes.

"You know what? Maybe this isn't a good idea. Sleep is for the weak, anyways. I think I can last another month without closing my eyes-"

"Jungkook... Are you nervous?"

He laughs. "Me? The legendary international playboy? Nervous?"

I raise my brow.

"Okay... maybe I'm a little."

"Why?"

He gulps. "Okay, I'll tell you. But promise you won't laugh."

"I promise," I swore.

"I've never slept laying down next to a girl before on a bed... besides my mom."

I try my best to suppress a snort. "Are you freaking serious?"

Did I really have more experience in this area than the most popular guy at our school, Jeon Jungkook?

"But that's impossible! I always saw girls chasing you everywhere you go!" I refute.

Jungkook shrugs. "Maybe they do. But I don't really chase them back."

He's right. Girls would always go up to him, begging for hugs and attention and Jungkook was usually cold and disinterested. I've never see him chase after a girl... besides me.

"What about boys?" I demanded to know.

"Well aren't you super interested in my affairs," Jungkook giggles, still standing in place. "But no. No boys. Not even my gang members... I mean I guess they're my bros, but it's just strictly business. And my father... he hasn't really acted like a father in a long time."

He has a playful smirk. "I mean I bet you've never slept on a bed alone with a guy either."

"No. I have," I admitted matter-of-factly.

Jungkook looks doubtful. "No, you haven't... Wait you've slept alone on a bed with Taehyung?"

My cheeks turn into the color of flaming red hot cheetos. "Uh, well-"

Jungkook widens his mouth so it's shaped like an O.

"Didn't know you were the type to move with dating that fast. Y'all were only together for 5 days."

I pouted. "Hey! They were a meaningful 5 days."

"But still didn't know you were such a.. naughty girl."

Now it's my turn for my jaw to drop. He's calling me... naughty?

"I'm definitely not more naughty than you, Mister I've seen tons of shirtless girls." I snapped.

Jungkook's eyes darkened. "That wasn't really my fault. I've been forced to see naked enslaved women and enslaved men since I was 10 years old... That stuff really messes you up... I mean I think it wasn't my fault...Maybe it was..."

God, I was supposed to fix his depression! Not make him more depressed or remind him why he's depressed.

Why did the Lord make me to be so stupid?

"It's most definitely not your fault! Look Jungkook, you really turned well even under your circumstances."

He looks doubtful. "You think so?"

"YEAH! I mean other super rich boys just manipulate girls and everyone with their power, but you're actually really nice! And you respect women! We stan a feminist king and that's on periodt, sis."

He smiles, the light returning to his eyes. "Feminist king... I like that."

"So feminist king... mind joining me on the bed? Or I'll just take all the blankets," I threaten, playfully.

Hesitantly, he comes closer and walks all the way on the other side of the bed. "I can do this," he mutters to himself and finally sits down.

Why is this so hard for him?

I try to change the subject. "So you say my presence helps you sleep... Can you elaborate on that?"

He nods. "I get a lot of nightmares.. The nightmares don't happen when you're around."

"Oh... What were your nightmares about?"

He sighs. "I see my mother's eyes. It's like she's judging me for everything I've done."

"Jungkook, I didn't know your mother well, but I'm sure she wouldn't despise you-"

He shrugs. "Well, I won't ever know the answer to that question. Because she's dead anyways."

So blunt. But unfortunately, it's so true. It was quiet for a few minutes and we both lay down and put separate covers on us. I wouldn't mind sharing a blanket but Jungkook didn't want to make me feel awkward.

I turned and shifted my position in the bed multiple times. But I just couldn't feel comfortable. Although he was on the other side of the bed and made sure there was distance between us, I felt the warmth radiating from his body. His presence was not an easy one to ignore.

I've slept with him before, in the car and on the couch once when I was healing from my injuries, but this was so much more intimate. He personally asked to sleep next to him-the first person he's done so ever since his mother's death- and I was so damn nervous.

He says that my kind nature brings his heart to ease... well, his gorgeously sculpted body and pretty face made me feel... heat.

I couldn't stand the silence in the room anymore. Maybe he was asleep because his heart was calm but mine was filled with fire.

"Jungkook?"

No answer.

"Jungkook?" I repeated, knowing I was being annoying.

"Yeah?" He yawns, his voice a hushed mutter.

"You said you usually can't rest... but in the car with me yesterday after the heist, you slept peacefully... If you didn't have nightmares...then did you dream?"

It takes him a moment to respond, but he finally does. "Yeah," he speaks softly.

"What did you dream about?"

He's suddenly quiet. Too quiet. I turn over and his body is faced away from mine. Maybe he fell asleep again or it was too personal of a question.

I take a deep breath and try to calm myself. It's gonna be hard to fall asleep with this gorgeous hunk of junk next to me but I guess I'll try.

"I do remember..." His voice barely a whisper.

"You do?"

Jungkook's body finally turns towards me, and his face only a few inches away. With only the lamp in the corner of the room on, the shadows of his face deepened and he looked beautifully mysterious. Like a sole raven in a cloudy, desolate sky.

His eyes are shut, his lashes pressed against his flushed cheeks as he reveals his secret.

"I dreamt of... snow."