𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒 𝕂ℙ𝕆ℙ 𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕝(~Jungkook x Reader)

What's up with you?

Standing in the lift it's like all the oxygen in the world has been stolen and we're breathing the last few breathes of it in this lift.

My heart is beating rapidly and I hope he can't tell, he shuffles closer to me and it's only that moment that I realise we're alone.

"Why are you here?"

"Nice, I come to meet you and I get rejected!" He giggles softly.

"No, no I didn't mean it like that and you know it!" I feel embarrassed but I didn't realise I'd sounded so harsh, I shrink back into myself, shoving myself into the corner of the lift and he moves closer again.

He leans towards me, "How did you mean it?"

"I... Jungkook..." I sigh.

"What?"

I glance up at him and he's smirking and I can't help but smile at him.

"I meant alone! Why are you here alone?"

"Can't I be?" He questions, and it's then that I know I still don't fully understand this world of fame.

"I just assumed you always had to have, you know, managers or security and stuff?"

"Maybe we do" he shrugs just as the ping of the doors let's us know we've arrived on the floor of my room.

"Wait.. how.. are you on this floor too?" I ask him slightly confused.

"No... you think management would allow a random girl to stay on the same floor as BTS?" He says with a playful laugh.

"No but.. doesn't that mean you shouldn't be on this floor too then?"

I stop walking and stop following him until he turns around, "come on"

"You've not answered me!" I say, frozen on the spot. I don't want him to be caught with a 'random' girl by any press or anything. I'm sure he'd get a lot more shit than I ever would if we got seen together.

He turns around and walks slowly towards me, "this floor has dancers on, crew, team people, it's not weird for me to be on here" he says calmly. "And pass me your bag"

I frown at him, "I am capable of carrying a bag thanks"

I don't want to be seen as a pathetic girl who has to have a muscle man carry my bags, Jungkook or no Jungkook.

"Give it me" he says holding his hand out and not moving until I end up rolling my eyes into the back of my head and passing it him.

"Good now come on, do you wanna see your room or not?"  He finishes and starts to walk down the corridor again, this time I follow him.

When he gets to the door he sharply turns around again, "card?"

I glare at him, "what?"

"Your key card?"

I don't know what's got into him but this isn't the same Jungkook that left for home before. He seems to have gained more confidence, maybe it's the way we've been taking on the phone or the texts we send constantly. I have to admit it's made me feel better around him, like I know him more.

It feels more comfortable, in a way.

I like it.

I like the way he's been.

I need to stop falling harder, it's too much too quick and when I don't understand what's happening I'm setting myself up for a heart break.

"I can open a hotel door" I snark hoping he sees my smile, which he does, "what's up with you today?" He says a giggle floating off his tongue.

"Me? What's up with you?" I laugh as I pass him the key card.

He snatches it from my grasp, "I've got jet lag!" He says shoving the door open for me and holding it open.

"What an excuse!" I say moving past him into the room, hearing him let the door shut behind us.