I furrowed your brows as I felt something cold and wet touch my face.
What was that? It continued to move and gently touch my forehead. I groaned slightly causing it to stop.
I was freezing! My goodness! I didn't want that cold thing on my face!
Then I heard light shifting beside me. Where was I? I felt comfortable and warm except for the cold wet thing. It almst felt like Jungkook's bed. My head hurt though.
"Y/N?" I heard a deep, ruffy voice ask.
Jungkook.
I slowly tried to open my eyes even though they felt heavy and solid. Finally after a moment of blinking and adjusting Jungkook's form came into view as he hovered over me with his tall, powerful looking body. It almost scared me a first, but I just raised a brow at him.
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"Am I dead or something?"
I asked inbarely a whisper. Dang, I felt so weak and tired still.
His lips were pinched tightly together and his brown eyes bore into me with worry. He was worried about me? The thought warmed me a bit more inside.
"No. Very much alive, thank god."
Was that... relief in his voice?
"Then why are you hovering over me like a creeper?"
I asked a bit jokingly. He quickly straightened and took a step away from me.
"Sorry.
I sighed and looked at him.
"It's fine, Jungkook, I was just joking. What happened though?"
I quickly glanced down at my own self and realized that I had guessed right, I was back in Jungkook's bed and tucked under the covers. My eyes went straight back to him. He still held his worried stare as he stood stiff beside the bed.
"I overworked you."
I furrowed my brows and tried to get him to say more.
"Overworked me? I hardly doubt that."
His eyes hardened and he crossed his arms.
"Don't make light of it, I did exactly that." I sighed.
"I'm not making light of anything, Jungkook. The last thing I remember was getting ready to leave JEON Corp."
He sighed himself and ran his hand through his now messy hair. Was it late? What time was it? I watched him reach over to the corner and grab a chair then pulled it up beside me. He sat down and growled at himself. Was he really that distraught? What had gotten into him?
"I overworked you and pushed you to your limit. That's why when we went to leave you stood and fainted on me."
Oh, that made sense. Well, the fainting part and why I couldn't remember too much. Suddenly a few moments of memory came flashing back.
