Secret Garden

3.At night

You heard a knock on the door and you knew it was Jungkook.

"It's open" you told sitting on your bed.

Jungkook came in wearing the pajamas you bought him in the mall along with some other clothes today, with your money obviously.

"Why are you still awake?" he questioned.

"What about you?" you asked.

"Thinking about a way to figure everything out" he shrugged.

"Same here. Any problem with the room?" you asked politely.

He came and laid down on your bed beside you, with his head on the same pillow your using, which was the only pillow on your not so big mattress.

"I can't sleep" he sighed.

You were about to remove the duvet but Jungkook took it and covered both of you together.

He laid his head on your chest and told and said "Stay".

You nodded and tried to stay normal, but your heart was going boom boom because of the fact that Jungkook had his arms around you with his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat as if it was music for him. And you both were basically cuddling.

"Play with my hair" he said out of the blue.

"Hmph?" you asked not sure of what he asked.

He took your hand and placed it on his head.

"Play with my hair" you obeyed and started playing with his hair. Twisting and turning it, braiding it, something you thought you can do only in your dreams.

"Not able to sleep?" Jungkook asked and you nodded your head.

"I'll sing for you" he got up and placed your head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you around his, while one of your hand was still playing with his soft locks.

"What should I sing?" he asked.

"Paper hearts" you replied.

He started singing.

Remember the way you made me feel
Such young love but
Something in me knew that it was real
Frozen in my head
Pictures I'm living through for now
Trying to remember all the good times
Our life was cutting through so loud
Memories are playing in my dull mind
I hate this part paper hearts
And I'll hold a piece of yours
Don't think I would just forget about it
Hoping that you won't forget about it
Everything is gray under these skies
Wet mascara
Hiding every cloud under a smile
When there's cameras
And I just can't reach out to tell you
That I always wonder what you're up to
Pictures I'm living through for now
Trying to remember all the good times
Our life was cutting through so loud
Memories are playing in my dull mind
I hate this part paper hearts
And I'll hold a piece of yours
Don't think I would just forget about it
Hoping that you won't forget
I live through pictures as if I was right there by your side
But you'll be good without me and if I could just give it some time
I'll be alright
Goodbye love you flew right by love
Pictures I'm living through for now
Trying to remember all the good times
Our life was cutting through so loud
Memories are playing in my dull mind
I hate this part paper hearts
And I'll hold a piece of yours
Don't think I would just forget about it
Hoping that you won't forget

By the time he finished singing, he looked down and you were asleep.

He admired your features, your eyelashes casting shadows on your cheek from the moonlight, the way your heart was beating because of his actions, those lips which he secretly nicknamed Sugar plump because he assumed that your plump lips would taste sweet like sugar.

Without knowing, he got this urge to kiss you, but resisted.

He gently placed a kiss on your forehead and drifted off to sleep.

No one knows what awaits them at the end.

(But the author knows ;)