The Astronaut || Kim Seokjin ✓

Chapter 19

Jin's eyes were fixed on the television scene. His pupils dilated as he watched the scene unfold where the boy was pressing his lips against the girl's. He gulped, fisting his hands, scared to turn to Y/n.

Blinking several times, he hesitantly turned around to peek at her but he was left agape when he found that she was already deep in sleep.

She had her head rested backward on the couch, her mouth open and soft breaths leaving her mouth. He giggled at her cuteness but scooted closer to her, gently using his head and bringing her head to fall on his shoulder.

A deep rumble escaped his lips at her head dipping on his shoulder. She whimpered slightly, shifting in her place before holding his arm and hugging it tightly like a pillow.

But Jin gulped when he felt his palm resting on her thigh. He shut his eyes, feeling her arms around his arm, his bicep close to her breast, and fingers curled around her inner thigh.

"You really are doing this with me, butterfly." He whispered to himself, trying to pull his hand away but she held onto it like her dear life.

He groaned internally but decided to take her to the bed because if she found out that he touched her thigh then it would be his last day on planet Earth.

He used his other hand to pry her hands away from his arm carefully but it was a failure. He looked at the television and used his bluetooth power from his microprocessor brain to turn the TV off automatically.

He smirked and scooped his hand under her knees, pulling them to rest over his lap. He tried to pull his hand back and after fighting for some time, he succeeded.

Carrying her up in the bridal way, he walked towards the bedroom. Turning off the lights of the living room automatically on his way with his brain power.

"Jin?" She mumbled in her sleepy tone. He looked down at her in his arms. "Go to sleep." He mumbled, smiling at her. She squinted her eyes, trying to look at him in her sleep. He made her lie on the bed and was about to walk to his couch but a grip on his arm stopped him.

He turned around and watched Y/n looking at him with half-lidded eyes and patting the space beside her on the bed. He frowned but shook his head innocently.

"Sleep beside me." She said in a groggy voice, eyes closing and he pulled his arm back from her. "No, I'm dying tomorrow in your hands if you wake up before me."

"Sleep here. I won't kill you." She said, yawning and patting the bed. He bit his lips but then sat on the edge of the bed, turning around and then grabbing her wrist to take the watch off.

Keeping it on the nightstand, he turned around and bent down to reach for the blanket. Covering her up first, he too tucked himself in it and turned his body sideways to face her.

She smiled in her sleep before moving closer to him. He blinked rapidly at her actions but felt her arms wrapping around his waist, legs tangling in with his. She buried her face in his neck, her soft breaths hitting his sensitive skin.

He swallowed the dry lump in his throat but draped an arm around her figure, bringing her close. "I'm going to be stabbed by the kitchen knife tomorrow. I know." He mumbled and heard her giggling in his neck.

Her voice was soothing, just like her breaths over his skin, he smiled. He had his other arm under his head, right above the pillow but he moved it to slide it under her head, letting her use it as a pillow.

"Good night, Jin." She said softly. He smiled, stroking her back with one hand, the other one caressing her hair comfortingly. "Goodnight, butterfly."

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Jin blinked his eyes, the sunlight disturbing his sleep but his hands were holding something soft.

Not something.

But someone!

He opened his eyes wide and looked down to see Y/n's face close to his. Her cheek was squished on one side, lips pouted, eyes closed, eyelashes falling in her cheekbones, the mole right under her lip peeking at him.

This is what a peaceful butterfly looks like while sleeping.

He smiled.

The blanket was protecting them from the chilly weather but their body warmth radiated from each other was unmatched. He used his fingers to play with her hair. The tip of his finger glided down the arch of her nose and hovered over her lips without touching it.

He was outlining her facial features in the air without touching her as if he was memorizing it like a drawing.

He doesn't want the time to pass.

He wishes it to stop.

Something is wrong with his heart.

Definitely.

Y/n is creeping up to his heart and slowly capturing his senses. He could feel it.

Brother?

Who sleeps so intimately with her brother?

Friends?

So close?

Couple?

That was up to her to answer because Jin was clearly bothered by the labels she used to address him in front of people. But he doesn't stop her as long as he gets to stay beside her with those titles.

She groaned slightly and shifted in his grip, bringing his attention back to her. Slowly opening her eyes, she looked at Jin while he waited for her to curse at him and maybe grab the nearest weapon and murder him.

But none of those happened.

Instead, she sighed and hugged him. "Morning." She mumbled. "Good morning, butterfly." He cooed sweetly, smiling and hugging her back.

His eyes fell on the clock behind them and an idea struck his mind as he said,

"Want to go for an adventure before your classes today?"

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What adventure? 😏