My Lover From The Stars

• NINE •

Jungkook's pov, 

I closed my textbook when the vocal class was over. Leaning backwards on my chair, I stretched my legs out.  My mouth stretched wider, failing to stifle a big yawn, my sleepy eyes closed mildly. While closing my mouth, I made a deep throaty moan and I saw the blue head in the front row turned immediately at me with the same amazed expression. Clear big eyes were scanning my lips, mostly, like he did several times earlier in Prof. Bang's class. Like it had become his favorite pastime seeing me yawn all day. Didn't even try to hide, he was too obvious to notice. At least I covered my mouth with my hand this time, blocking his view. 

Our eyes met and he panickingly blinked, licked his lips twice, like he was caught in the middle of theft. But didn't turn his gaze away. When the new professor, Min Yoongi, told him to follow him in his office, he walked after him like a little puppy, which I sometimes assume he was. 

Last night I dreamt of Jieun, as I often did. But I didn't know how he teleported to my bed when I was just some moment ahead of the climax and scared the shit out of me. Nevertheless, I was tired and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, but he was fully conscious. He could have asked for my permission before stepping into my bed or could simply say 'I'm having problems sleeping in the upper bunk, please let's exchange beds'. But no. He just straight up stayed there silent, enjoying the cuddle. 

If hitting on me was not his intention, then what else could be— I failed to figure that out. 

I had come to a conclusion, this dude had a serious problem in head. He was weird but cute. However, that didn't mean I would forgive him for creating a scene in the middle of the class and involving me in it. Whether it was Intentionally or not, he ate away my whole week's attendance just like I ate his cookies. 

Tit for tat. 

Averting my eyes from the door, I checked my phone. Still had some time for our group practice, so I texted Hoseok, asking him his whereabouts. His reply, almost  instantaneous, as I’d expected. Hoseok texted that he was in the reading room of our library. I smiled at the word 'library', I forgot the last time I visited there. Without a delay, I walked through the small alley in the great campus lawn leading to the entrance of the library. 

I found Hoseok at the end of the reading room, sitting at the corner, looking outside the window. A thick book, fanned open on the table before him, craving his attention, but he looked somewhat distracted. He broke out of his reverie to glance at me when I approached with a simple 'hi'. 

  "So finally Jeon Jungkook made his way to the library, huh!"  —His lips widened in a full smile. 

  I nodded, letting a smirk cross my lips when I mocked back, "You're acting like a regular visitor here!"

  "Now I am. Exams are knocking at the window bro, and mom has pretty high expectations for me." —He took away his book-bag, emptying the chair beside him for me to sit. 

  "Oh. I guess I am not disturbing you then." I said before scooting the chair near him, closing the gap, and toned my voice down to the maximum because the signboard dangling on the wall said: Talking unnecessarily in the library is not allowed.

  "Just drop the formality and come to the point. What made you suddenly look for me?" —Asked Hoseok. 

 I hooked my elbow over the back of his chair, leaning close to his ear. I said, "I need your suggestions on a heart related matter." 

  "Don't tell me-"  —He chimed. 

  "Not for me. I have a friend. He asked me actually.