Closer

"Did you just bite me?"

I rubbed at my cheek, peering at him through bleary, half-lidded eyes. My voice was raspy with sleep, a confused fuzz settling over my brain.

Jungkook simply flashed a toothy smile and nipped at the tip of my nose this time, instead of gnawing at my cheek as he had been doing a moments ago.

The hell?

My chin pulled back into my neck, rolls appearing underneath my disgusted face.

"You weirdo," I murmured, my eyelids growing heavy once again.

"This dream is so realistic." He sighed into my hair as he tugged at my cheek.

I promptly smacked at his hand, annoyance furrowing my eyebrows as I glared at him for interrupting my sleep.

"Wait, I felt that..." he said more to himself than me.

"No shit, Sherlock," I quipped sarcastically.

"So this isn't a dream?" My lips curled upwards at his words. 

"Hmm, do you dream about me often?" I wiggled my eyebrows cheekily.

"Oh man holy shit!" Jungkook exclaimed as he ripped the blanket off our heads, the stuffy air dispelling along with it.

I rubbed at my arms at the sudden cold, only to grimace when my fingers brushed over the bandaged wounds underneath my bloodied sleeves.

Groaning, I dropped my head into my hands, memories of what happened in the studio rippling through the fog of sleep. I slipped off the bed, putting on my pair of sneakers placed neatly at the foot of the bunk.

"Are we in the hospital?" I lifted my head to take in the surroundings and tilt my head in confusion at Jungkook's suspicions.

The warm cream wallpaper ran across the entire room, excluding the large window taking up an entire wall next to us, exposing the glittering city lights and the night sky. Couches and small tables were scattered tastefully around the room. The only clue that this was indeed a hospital room being the sharp scent of antiseptic coating the air and the wires jutting from the bed and into the walls behind us.

I gave a low whistle, my eyebrow jumping into my hairline.

"Damn, this is some V.I.P shit," I said, chewing on my lips.

I turned away from him, a sudden wave of thick anger bubbling up my chest.

I couldn't help being mad, and I couldn't recall what the exact reason was, so I simply hopped off the bed, shooting Jungkook a slightly strained smile.

"How's your knee, my child?" I snorted at his reaction to the name I just called him.

"I don't really feel like anything, Mostly just numb and kind of fuzzy." He puffed his squishy cheeks out, shaking his shoulders as he bounced up and down in place. I couldn't help the small squeak that escaped me and the warmth that surged over me at his cute movement.

Ugh, stupid bitch is cute.

Lips pressed together in a thin line, I marched toward the smooth oak door.

"I'm going to see if they have any juice or something, want anything?" I asked curtly in a choked voice, keeping my urge to shove his cheeks together at bay.

"I'm fine."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his go-to response.

He's fine, trust me I know.

"Suit yourself. Also, don't try and get up, you shouldn't put any pressure on your knee yet."

I turned on my heel, chewing on the inside of my cheek as I entered the bright white hallway. The squeaking of my shoes spilled into the silence, making me wince at the sudden sound.

I was vaguely confused by the silence and emptiness, where was everyone? I don't really know what time it was, I fell asleep with Jungkook around six after about an hour of them patching him up. It's probably pretty late considering nobody was here.

I spoke too soon.

The rest of Bangtan sat in chairs, beautiful faces drawn and distraught, speaking to the paramedic who rode in the ambulance with us.

Her eyes lifted to meet mine and I waved my hands wildly as if saying 'don't expose me!'

Not today, Satan.

She somehow understood and shot me a small wink, before dropping her eyes back down to continue her conversation with Namjoon.

I will make this angel my friend as soon as I can.

I turned on my heels and raced back to Jungkook's room as quietly as possible, hyperaware of every single sound. I knew I was being paranoid, but can you blame me? Last time Jungkook even left the house I ended up getting shit on more than a black car at the beach, imagine what they'll do now that Jungkook got seriously hurt.

Bitch, I'm not ready for that shit right now.

I burst into Jungkook's room, pressing my back against the now closed door, my breathing coming in short gasps.

I looked up at a soft gasp of surprise, meeting a pair of dark, almost guilty eyes.

My temper was slow filling glass, gathering liquid until it became too much and all spilled over. Anger boiled deep in my system, hot as lava, the sea of rage crashing into me at full force.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked, my voice so cold and detached it scared even me as I stared down Jungkook.

He was trying to leave, even with a broken leg and so many people caring for him, he was still trying to leave.

"Aemin I-" he started, unable to meet my eyes.

"Don't. Just, don't." I couldn't breathe, my flood of anger setting my mouth on fire as I glared down at him.

I was so mad, but it was more than him trying to leave that set me off my limits, it was the fact that he had so much, people who loved and cared about him so much they allowed a random person off the street, who they didn't even trust, into their home just to keep him safe.

"You selfish bastard," I whispered, my eyes fluttering shut from the pounding in my skull. His sharp intake of breath breaking through the pain in my head.

"I'm the selfish bastard? Don't act you care about me, Park Aemin, we both know you're only doing this for the money." I jumped at the fire in his voice, but the sound only fueled my own fire.

"You're right. I'm only here for the money because I'm so fucking desperate that I'll take any kind of abuse." A laugh tore from my throat, the hysteria causing me to double over while a lump formed in my throat.

"You're completely right, Jungkook, pride is too fucking expensive for me," I stated, laughter still clinging to my voice.

He sat completely still on the bed, tense shoulders bunching up and eyes bugging out of his skull from the rage he clearly felt.

Good, let him be mad, then there'll finally be something I wouldn't be doing alone.

"What about me, huh?!" He exclaimed, fists clenching at his side.

"Excuse me?"

"You weren't hired to 'take care' of me, the only reason you're here right now is that my company needs to protect their goddamn reputation!" Jungkook growled full of rage.

"No, the only reason I'm here right now is that you chose me, no not because I'm qualified, but because I seem like someone easy to manipulate. You did this to yourself Jungkook, you only have you to blame."

"I didn't have a choice, Aemin! You don't know what it's like!" He yelled, his voice causing my breath to expand in my chest sharply.

"I would know if you told me anything!" I screeched back, chest heaving from the force of my screaming.

"Oh, like you're so giving with information about yourself. You're a coward, every time something happens you make your flirty remarks and hide behind humor. Maybe I am a selfish bastard, but at least I'm not afraid to face myself," his voice turned sharp and cold, entire face changing as he glared at me, chills running down my spine.

The worst part is that he was completely right, I am a coward, I can't even text my ex-boyfriend back out of fear that I'll give him an opening back into my heart.

But he's not any different.

"You have some nerve. You continue to push yourself so far, even though you know you're pushing those around you, those who care about you, farther away as well. You're scared to let people understand you, so you shove them away before they see who you really are and leave you."

"You don't know anything, Park Aemin." His dark eyes narrowed with a rush of coldness billowing with that action.

"Yeah, I don't! But you should at the least give me a foot before you try to take my entire mile!"

His obsidian eyes flashed dangerously, the set of his face pinpricked fear throughout my body.

His normal calm put together stance falling apart in front of me, he was raw, untethered, the last time his eyes had even a slight glint like that was when I first arrived at the dorm and when he was drunk, but neither times could compare to the harsh brightness flashing in his eyes right now.

"Fine, you want a foot," he asked softly.

He leaned forward so quickly that he was simply a blur across my vision as he looped his fingers around the waistband of my pants, tugging me forward to stand between his legs.

I fell forward until our faces were mere inches apart, his breath fanning across my features.

"There's your foot," he whispered, intense eyes never leaving my own. I dropped my head unable to look at him in the eyes.

"Jumgkook, what are you doing," I breathed, trying to keep as calm as possible at our sudden proximity.

"Whatever you want me to be doing," he turned his head slightly so his lips barely brushed against my ear, "baby."

I flushed at the sound of my own words in his mouth, embarrassment settling deep into my bones.

"Look, I know people have layers like an onion, Shrek is love, Shrek is life, but don't you think you're taking it a bit far?" I laughed awkwardly trying to push myself away from him, but his arms simply wrapped tighter around me.

"What? You can dish it out but can't take it yourself." He removed his hand from my hips to slip it underneath my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. When his words finally processed in my sluggish brain, I felt a rush of competitiveness settle in my stomach.

I tilted my face up even higher, so close that our noses touched.

"Try me, bitch." I snorted to myself at my own choice of words, before smoothing my face out once more.

"Are you proposing a competition, if you are you better be careful, I can get... intense," he stated, lips curling into a smirk.

Holy shit, this is actual hardcore flirting, like with two people.

I do this shit one-sided until the other person gets used to it, and I stay permanently in the friend zone, they never flirt back.

What the fuck do I do?

"Um..." I looked around the room wildly, my eyes landing on my red stained sleeve.

"I need a tampon!" I screeched, taking his momentary alarm to shove my self away from him and dart toward the door, trying to take in this new information.

Jungkook turns into a flirty, sexy beast when triggered, good to know.

I ran towards the door, as fast as my unathletic body could carry me.

Then the door opened and slammed into my face. I fell to the floor with an embarrassing shriek, rubbing my aching nose

"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" It was the medic I vowed to make my friend, although the appeal of that had gone down considerably.

"It's cool, I wasn't watching where I was going." She simply nodded, still looking guilty, but continued to speak.

"I just came in to tell you that your emergency contact arrived, since you needed stitches." Her words caused my blood to freeze in my veins, thoughts dripping sluggishly into my consciousness.

My emergency contact.

Hanuel.

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A/N

ITS MY BIRTHDAY BITCHES! 

UGH, IM A WHOLE 14 YEARS OLD RN AND ITS FREAKIN CRAZYYYY

SO I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE CHAPTER HALF AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING IT THAT SHIZ WAS SPICEYYYYYYYYYYYYY

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