"Ugh..." I stared at the mess that was the boys, sprawled around the table full of empty beer bottles. The lovely interior of the penthouse has turned into what looks like a kid's party, except - the attendants were a bunch of drunk, hot men.

And the owner, Jungkook was dead drunk on the floor, his arms stuffed into his shirt, so his naked torso was peeking out. It didn't seem to be bothering him however, it did to me. It was real distracting. I just let myself drool at the sight of his parted lips and half naked body, the sounds that rolled off his tongue almost like a sensual moan meant for the bedroom.

He's so much cuter when he isn't blabbing about how he's won me in the last exam. Just sleeping peacefully with his arm clutched around the pillow. Talking about the pillow, can I be the pillow? Wait Soojung, you're supposed to loathe him.

"Oppa." I turned to my brother first, who was my priority. I dragged him painstakingly onto the couch, and covered him with a blanket I found in one of the rooms.

One by one, I slowly created makeshift beds for the boys. When it came to Park Jimin's turn, I was a nervous wreck. Half of them were shirtless and a mess, and he had to be one of the few.

I approached the boy cautiously, occasionally stealing glances at his lower body. Hot. I mentally convinced myself I'm not a pervert, but my actions speak otherwise - I kept staring at the delicious abdomen that ran down his body, his sharp jaw accompanied by the dirty blonde hair that emphasised his otherworldly features. Oh, he was such a looker.

I gently wiped the sweat off his neck and body with a towel, and he groans a little in his deep slumber. I may or may not have interpreted it in a dirty manner. Can I mention that his raspy voice sent me dangerous signals.

After a while of helping him get comfortable, I realized that Jimin was awake. He had watched me the whole time, taking care of him - and he just pretended to be asleep.

"You haven't wiped an area yet..." He sits up, a playful glint in his eyes. My attention was all focused on how he gazed at me like I was tempting him, enough to not notice that he had slid his arm around my waist.

"Here," he says, pointing at his abs. "You haven't wiped me here."

Jimin was drunk, and it switched something in him. It was as if his seductive side has came to full bloom, and his testosterone filled the atmosphere. I'm not sure if I can survive this ordeal. Oh god.

I blinked a few times innocently at him, processing his words in my blank head. Jimin observes my expression, lets out a low chuckle, and presses his full lips on my cheek, before passing out again.

"What are you doing with him?" I heard a voice close behind me, and it somehow gave me the chills. And I was right, there stood Jungkook, except he wore an expression I haven't seen before.

"I....was..." I answered in a stuttering manner, as if I was put in an interrogation room. Jungkook, now a little more sober, had a darkened look on his face. His bottom lip reddened from how much he was biting it.

"Soojung." He calls me softly, pulling me towards him and away from Jimin's body. I could smell his musky cologne, and it drived me crazy. His grip was strong on my wrist, Jungkook was holding onto me as if I'm going to disappear from his side.

"You should stay away from Jimin hyung."

I raised my brows at him, and he stared at me with worry in his eyes. Maybe it was the alcohol, but Jungkook seemed vulnerable, and honest, even more than usual. I followed silently as he takes me to a room.

"Sleep here." He instructs me, throwing me some clothes from his closet. He rubs the back of his neck, his cheeks a little flushed from his drunken state.

And so I pulled off my hoodie, changing out into his clothes. Jungkook stood frozen as I did so, his face slightly awakened from the sight.

"What? Im wearing a tanktop, it's not like I'm in my underwear." I stared back weirdly.

Jungkook's eyes darted back and forth from the straps of my bra and my face. His face had turned beetroot, and he begun to stammer a little from flusteredness.

"Yeah, but still. You shouldn't do that in front of a man." He says, looking sinfully at my bare shoulders and taking a huge gulp.

I examined his shy reactions and chuckled a little. How could he be the same person who teases me about my panties? Shaking the thought off, I just continued changing until he decided to leave the room for air.

"Jungkook!" I called him, and he came rushing for me.

"How do you tighten this?" I held up his sweatpants on my waist to prevent it from falling. It was my turn to be embarrassed, because his arms were now all around me, fastening the strings together.

I endured a full minute of him half hugging me and fumbling with the waistband until he tied it tight enough so it wouldn't fall. Breathe Soojung, breathe.

When we parted, both our heartbeats were so loud and thundering I couldn't even tell if it belonged to me or him. The more I tried to fight away the flutter in my heart, the more flustered it made me feel.

"Uhm." Jungkook nodded at me, realizing the awkwardly romantic tension in the air. "Goodnight."

But before he could leave, I found myself clutching onto the hem of his shirt. A surprised expression took over his face, and Jungkook locked eyes with me.

"Jungkook, um.." I averted his eyes, trying my best to think of what to say. I didn't feel like I'm acting like myself, and Jungkook seemed different tonight too. It was as if the alcohol had gotten to us, but we were probably sober at that point. So what part of me wants him to stay longer?

"What's the matter, munchkin? Afraid of the dark?" Jungkook smiles slightly, probably reading my thoughts.

"I....uhm...yes?" I answered before it processed in my non-existant brain.  I did it. I lied that I have a ridiculous phobia, in order to convince my sworn enemy to stay with me.

"I'll be here till you fall asleep." Jungkook carries me effortlessly in his arms, plopping me onto the bed. He interlocks his hands with mine, holding it tightly.

And all night long, I felt the warmth of his hand as he stayed by my side, the both of us bound by an excuse that wasn't true, but was still afraid to be honest about. That we wanted to stay together longer.

That the both of us knew, something gradually growing between us.

A tiny, tiny sprout of love.

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A/N: not sure if this update was any good at all but I tried my best 😥

Jungkook lying beside you.