The Apocalypse

Chapter 14

He directed his intent gaze at my food and waited. I took of a corner of my own food extremely slowly, hoping he would understand the demonstration and put it in my mouth.

His eyes never once diverted from the piece of lasagne on my fork, he was determined to get this right on the first try.

He copied my movement successfully, for the most part. Unfortunately most of the red sauce fell on his white shirt.
The sauce continued its journey from his chest all the way the hem of his shirt leaving a crooked line of red in its path.

He looked up at me with wide eyes and slightly pouted lips an "uh-oh," escaped from them.

Still unbelievable this guy is 22.

Sighing, I take a tissue from its box on the bedside table and leaned forward in attempt to help him clean up but the tray was between us creating quite the distance so I got on my knees and leaned over the tray.

Having 1 hand hold the headboard to support me while the other tried not to smudge the sauce even more.

"You should be more careful Gguk, I doubt there's any bleach in the house to get stains off," I nag for a bit. Stopping when I remember all of this is probably just bouncing off his head.

After a while he scrunches up the fabric of the back of my shirt, around the neckline and holds it in place with his hand. Pulling the neckline of the front of my shirt up to my neck "Gguk what on Earth are you doing?"

I look up at him a tad annoyed, the annoyance dissolves when I see his nervous expression desperately trying to not make eye contact with me, his ears having turned pink.

"I uh. Your shirt falling," he says, ears deepening in colour.

Pft, is he serious? It's just a little cleavage. He really comes from a different world compared to the boys I've met.

This seems like great time to test how far I can push him, oppurtunities like these are scarce in the apocalypse.

Besides I want to know what he thinks of me ...are we just friends or more?

But if he wasn't able to understand my nagging then I doubt he would understand any verbal teasing. Still, I should test him first.

"Jungkook wanna make out?" I casually ask, as though I were merely asking if he wanted ice-cream.

Tilting his head to the side "what does it mean?" he asks all child-like.

I smiled "Nevermind then, its not important,"

Subtly tracing his outline, I move my hand painstakingly slowly.

As my hand goes lower and lower his bewildered eyes blink even more, the muscle beneath tenses, and his breaths become heavier.

Removing my hand from the headboard, I placed it just above his knee. I looked up "my hand got tired. Do you mind?"

Panic rose within him, his gaze seemed to wanted to have been in 3 places at once, my left hand, my right hand and my face.

I went back to wiping the sauce off, my face moved along with my hand, gradually getting lower.

Based on his reactions, I think I have my answer. I guess I should stop, the tissue was all red like his face ... but he's just too cute. A little more wouldn't hurt.

I removed my hands and scrunched up the tissue, placing it on the side of the tray. I go back to my previous sitting position, shaking his hand off.

Letting out a sigh of relief and relaxing his shoulders "Done?" He asks.

"Nope," I lean back and pull out another tissue.

There was still a little more sauce left, the very end of the trail which detoured from the right of his shirt to the middle.

I lean over once more, my supporting hand much higher up on his thigh than last time. His breath hitched.

One of his hands instinctively moved to the back of my shirt to prevent it from falling once more while the other held my hand with the tissue.

"(Y/N)-ah, tha tanks for helpin," he gulped and looked down "I ..I-I can do it on muh- ma -my own,"

"Sure," I said while nodding. I've got to respect his wishes no matter how fun this is.

Looking alot more calmer but still embarrassed, he took the tissue from my hand.

I was going to leave it at that but while retracting my hand it brushed against something of his. Something it wasn't supposed too.

His legs twitched, causing my supporting arm to lose balance. Next thing I know both my hands were now on either of his thighs, his hand clutched tightly onto my back while another on my waist to keep me from falling, our noses were touching.

This was one hell of an awkward position especially since a tray of food was between us.

Neither of us seemed to breath in that moment. I tried to meet his eyes but they were staring at my lips.

"(Y/N)?" He asks not looking away from my lips.

I hum in response.

He angled his head to side a little and moves closer "May I..,"

Yes. Yes. Yes