When the campus heartthrob Jeon Jungkook who's actually a secret, self-professed romantic at heart, and the innocent country girl Kim Y/N, who's actually not as timid and docile as she seems, end up sharing a dorm for the semester, both discover tha...
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I WOKE UP to the familiar sound of my phone vibrating against the headboard of the bed as I blindly reached upwards to silence it.
I always kept my phone on the right side of my pillow and that's where the sound seemed to come from, so I didn't bother to open my eyes, lest it became impossible to fall back asleep again.
Although, that quickly proved to be a highly disastrous decision because rather than landing on a cold, glass screen, my fingers found warm, smooth skin instead.
Jungkook!
My eyes snapped open even as a part of my still sleepy brain refused to come to consciousness, struggling to come to terms with the fact that Jungkook and I were sharing one bed and that I needed to watch where my hands were going.
Lifting my head a little, I sleepily narrowed my eyes to check whether I'd woken him up with my less than gentle fingers unceremoniously poking his face and threw my head back onto the pillow with a relieved sigh when I found him sound asleep with his eyes still closed and light snores leaving his slightly parted mouth.
With bated breath, I slowly lifted my fingers off his cheek one by one, nearly jumping out of my skin when he suddenly took in a deeper breath, shifting drowsily to find a better resting position for his neck before settling down once again.
Gosh, that was close.
He already couldn't stop flattering himself these days, conceitedly emphasising and re-emphasising the effect he claimed to have on me and finding things to razz me about; almost as if he thought I liked him... almost as if he wanted me to like him.
And I didn't even want to begin imagining the amount of tribulation and aggravatingly devilish remarks he would subject me to if he had actually woken up to me touching his face.
Letting out a sigh, I groaned as I felt a recognisable ache slowly come to life in the small of my back, something that happened every time I slept on my stomach for way too long, forgetting to change positions during the night. I could feel something soft and dense digging into my stomach, making the pain ten times worse as I struggled to make myself more comfortable, my legs feeling numb and weighed down by an indecipherable weight that was obstructing all my movements.
Irritatedly, I realised I was drowned in fabric. The warm, crumpled sheets had pulled and gathered underneath my legs—a feeling I absolutely detested—and the thick comforter on top of my body accompanied by the pillows pressing into me from beneath were making it impossible to breathe.
With a jolt, suddenly everything became strikingly clear to my sluggish, sleep-deprived brain.
I had crossed over the pillow wall.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Eyes wide in alarm, I stared down at my hand that I had so carefully pulled away from Jungkook's face and which was now resting in the minuscule space between Jungkook and I's bodies as I tried to lift myself and roll over to my side of the bed.
