Mellifluous | JJK

Chapter 17

HER

"Can you sleep with me?"

I gave a strangled croak, my body rolling off the couch and onto the hard floor with a muffled bang.

I pushed myself into a sitting position and fixed Jungkook with the most perverted look I could muster this late at night.

His doe eyes widened significantly as he caught on to where my mind was drifting, shaking his head adamantly at my muted suggestion.

The dark haired boy's protests were quickly silenced by my body launching onto his with the force of a large puppy.

"What the fu-"

"No hetero," I stated simply, cuddling my face into the new source of warmth I had discovered.

"Stop acting so excited, weirdo," he muttered, noting the large smile present on my face.

"It was too quiet. I can't sleep in the quiet." I pressed the side of my head against his chest, the thumping of his heart drowning out the loud silence.

He didn't say anything, just gave a deep sigh and shifted into a more comfortable position.

"Why can't you sleep?" I asked, unable to just lay there and do nothing.

"I don't know, maybe because you won't stop talking," he stated coldly, causing me to retract slightly.

Damn, okay.

I couldn't help but grumble and shift away from him, even though he wasn't completely wrong.

Jungkook gave a deep and weary sigh as if he's been holding it in for an eternity.

"Ever since before I collapsed I've been getting these nightmares," he began in a whisper, wrapping himself around my detached form.

"Nightmares?" I questioned, my curiosity peaked.

"It always starts differently, whether it be at practice or playing overwatch, but it always ends the same, me never being good enough," his voice cracked a little at the end, making me unconsciously reach up and squeeze his fingertips.

"Earlier today was the best I've slept in months, I thought maybe it had something to do with you..." Jungkook whispered, dragging the last of his sentence out in a warm halt.

"Hehe, Jungkook."

"Don't start."

Too late.

"You think I'm special," I lowered my voice into my sexy man voice, tilting my face so he could see my wiggling eyebrows.

"I never even-"

"Shut up, let me have this!"

He gave a strangled laugh, as if he was trying to hold it in, the sound giving me a full rush of giddiness.

"Hey, Aemin?" He asked softly.

"Yeah?"

"It's been almost two hours since you cried, why do you still look like a tomato?"

He gave a loud cackle, evil laughter rumbling through his chest.

Little shit.

"It been decades, why hasn't your face grown to fit your giant ass nose and teeth?" I quipped back, unable to hold back the smile turning my cheeks up.

"You know what else is giant," he rumbled suggestively against the shell of my ear.

"Your ego."