You push him aside to stand, but you let him help you. It doesn't go unnoticed by him, either.

"I wouldn't 'crash' with you anywhere, Jeon Jungkook!" You knock at Jimin's door, calling, "Ailie, Oppa?"

You can hear music playing, but there is no response. Looking sarcastically back at Jungkook, "It would just be sharing a room. It's not like I would ravage you in your sleep."

Jungkook grins at the image forming in his head but sees the look on your face and stops grinning.

He says instead, "I don't want to share my room with you." Under his breath, where you can't hear him mumble, he adds, "I don't think I'm strong enough."

You didn't understand him and asked, "What did you say?"

Jungkook replies, "Um, nothing, just that I don't want you in my room."

Annoyed, you say, "Fine! I wouldn't want to be in the same room as you either!"

You try your card key again, but there is still nothing. Then, you sit on the floor with your back against the door. Your legs are crossed at the ankle in front of you, and a frustrated sigh escapes your lips.

"I will just sleep right here. Security will be by, so I'll be fine!" You cross your arms over your chest, leaning your head back on the door, and close your eyes.

Frustrated, Jungkook sits back beside you, "Okay, I will sleep here too."

Opening your eyes and looking at him, you say, "NO, you WON'T! Go away!"

He stands up, grabs your hand, and pulls you up. "Come with me."

You try to pull your hand free, "Stop it! Let me go, you jerk!"

"You aren't sleeping out here. You're sleeping with me!"

Shocked, you say, "OH hell no, I will not sleep with you!"

Jungkook rolls his eyes skyward, so frustrated he says, "You will sleep in my room. I can't let you stay out here."

You grudgingly go with him to his room. He had a point, and you really didn't want to sleep in the hall, so you would never admit he was right.

He holds the door open for you, and you enter his room. You sit in front of the computer, turning to him and asking, "Okay, now what? There's only one bed, and I'm not sleeping on the floor or with you."

He half rolls his eyes, "You were fine with sleeping on the floor in the hall not even a minute ago." He thinks, 'This girl is driving me crazy.'

He looks around the room and then back at you, "Scoot over." He pulls another chair before the computer, starts it up, and logs into his favorite online game. Then he pulls up a song list on his phone and starts music playing.

The room starts to feel hot, and you feel anxious and don't understand why. Feeling like your throat has suddenly gone dry, you ask, "Do you have anything to drink?"

He grins at you, "Be right back."