enemies ⁀➷ y.jn ✓

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Y/N POV

"You're such a baby." Jeongin sighed, holding onto me tight.

"Let. Go!!" I try punching him on the shoulder, but it doesn't affect him.

He carried me all the way home. I had already given up trying to escape, so I depressingly just was being carried all the way home like a little child.

Once we got back, he finally put me down. I glared at him as I knocked on the door, and seconds later, Hyunjin opened. I glared at Hyunjin as well and we walked inside, taking off our shoes.

Before Jeongin can hand me the bag, I grabbed it out of his hand first. I glared at him a second time, walking upstairs. I turned my head.

"Thank you." I said angrily.

He was just standing there, emotionless. I walked into the room, closing the door. I put the bag of chocolates on the dresser, as I changed back into shorts and laid in bed. I sighed in relief, as my cramps were getting worse and not better anymore.

I groaned in pain, rubbing my stomach. I took a deep breath, using my phone to distract me from the pain.

"Holy shit balls.." I muttered, hurting.

"This sucks butt." I whined to myself.

"Mommy.. Help.." I frowned in pain.

Cramps are killer. They're satanic, honestly. They ruin your mood so much it's crazy.

Whoever created cramps.. I don't mean to say fuck you, but fuck you.

I sniffed, taking another deep breath. I laid on my side in fetal position like a baby, watching baking videos once again on my phone. I guess the videos helped a little; but it reminded me of chocolate, and it made me crave it, but I didn't want to get up.

Gosh, my life is miserable.

I checked the time: it was already around 3 ish. I sighed, feeling like the time was going so slow.

Of course, time decides to go slow whenever I have cramps.

Half an hour later, I hear the door suddenly open. I turn my head and see Jeongin. He looked at me and then closed the door behind him. He turned away from me and took his shirt off, so I turned my head back around.

Who the hell just takes their shirt off while they see someone in pain?

Of course, Jeongin.

Then I felt some weight on the bed. I pushed a little over for him to have more space, and I covered my body with the blanket up to my neck, but I made sure Jeongin still had blanket if he was cold.

I hear him typing on his phone, watching videos. I didn't want to bother, so I didn't say anything and minded my own business. Plus he's mad at me, but not mad at me, but mad at me-

That's Jeongin for you.

He was watching baby videos, and every now and then, I can hear him softly giggle. I smiled every time; it sounded so adorable.

Suddenly he got a call. I didn't want to be nosy, so I didn't listen at first, but then something caught my attention.

"Hey. Yeah, I'm not busy." Jeongin flirtatiously chuckled.

He's never done that before.

"We can talk."

I gulp, feeling my heart sink a bit.

"So you're saying you want to go out with me?"

I bit my lip, distracting myself by using my phone.

"I'm not sure.. we'll see." He said flirtatiously and then hung up.

I took a deep breath, feeling sharp pains in my stomach. Jeongin must've heard, because he leaned over me.

"Are you okay?" He asked me.

"I'm fine." I nod.

"I can hear you heavy breathing."

"I'm fine." I shake my head.

He turned my body over gently by grabbing my shoulder, so that I was facing him. He was leaning over me, his face over mine a little, but not too close.

"Is it your cramps?"

"Yeah.." I nod slowly.

"You'll be okay."

Unexpectedly he placed his hand over my stomach, lightly rubbing it. My eyes widened, feeling weird.

"Uhh...." I began.

"Shut up." He interrupted.

"Stop being weird." I say, removing his hand.

"I'll be fine." I said, turning back on my side.

I can still feel his eyes on me, but I ignored it. He then turned me back over on my back, facing him again. This time his whole torso was leaning over me, and he was just looking at me. We made eye contact; not breaking it for what felt like years.

I gulped, as both our faces turned red.

"What's wrong with you," I say nervously.

"What?" He ruffled his hair.

"Stop." I whisper.

"Stop what?"

"Stop that."

"I'm not doing anything."

You're breaking my heart, that's what you're doing.