Just One Day | Liskook [ Completed ]

Chapter 33

Lisa's pov~

I admit I panicked a little at the sound of the voices outside the bedroom.

There was no way of hiding that I'd slept with Jungkook from any of them. This wasn't the kind of first impression I had wanted to make on his hyungs.

Frantically searching for my clothes, I found my shorts under the couch but for the life of me I couldn't detect my bra and top anywhere. Giving up, I just donned on Jungkook's white t-shirt and approached the bed to wake him up.

No way was I going out there alone.

"Jungkook!", I whisper yelled, shaking him a bit.

He didn't even twitch.

"Jungkook, wake up!" This time I yelled right in his ear. No luck.

I had forgotten how much of a heavy sleeper he was. One time I had to literally pour ice water on him because he was getting late for practice. I didn't have that option right now.

I was getting desperate here.

Internally apologising to my tired looking boyfriend, I pinched both his nipples in my fingers and twisted them 180 degrees.

I was sure his hyungs heard him scream.

"What the hell?! Who's dying?!" He sat upright immediately, looking distraught and a little hysterical.

If his hyungs and my unnies weren't out there right now I would have taken a picture.

He rubbed his sore nipples. "I told you to use that move only when the house was on fire or something."

Throwing him his sweatpants, I replied, "Your members are here. Same difference."

Shock registered on his face before he quickly put them on as I approached the door to the living room.

An arm snaked around me before I could, pulling me up against a hard and warm chest.

Jungkook's sleep heavy voice sent shivers down my spine."As much as I love my shirt on you, doll, it has to go. I can see your nipples. If you go out there like this and I murder one of my hyungs for looking at you, it'll be your fault."

I took a second to savour his seductive words, before elbowing him in the stomach. "It's your fault you buy so many white shirts."

Pulling off the shirt, I quickly moved to his closet and put on one of my comfy sweatshirts I kept there along with some more of my wardrobe.

We went out together, hand in hand.

The sight that greeted me was totally normal yet so comical I had to bite my lip to not laugh out loud.

Classical music played from the surround sound speakers as the sprawling living room was being used as a gym, a bed room and a kitchen simultaneously. J-hope was doing push-ups in front of the couch while Suga had his crossed legs resting over the younger's back as he went up and down. His upper half reclined comfortably on the couch.

Namjoon was flicking channels on the tv and Jin sliced up some apples on the coffee table next to him. The scene looked particularly domestic.

Then a voice yelled from the attached kitchen. Jimin. "Yah, Tae! Change that depressing shit right now. It's too early for funeral music."

He had a beverage blender in his hands and he was shaking it so vigorously, I was afraid whatever was inside was going to burst out any second.

"Shut up. Your taste in music is what's shit.", Taehyung replied with a toast in his mouth.