COLLEGE ROOMMATES ◆ JJK ✓

09 | HIS HEART WARMING COMFORT

"jungkook," i continued, but with more sternness filling my voice.

i began feeling impatient with his stubbornness. i approached his figure grasping on jungkooks arm
and making him face me. i let out a gasp of shock, seeing cuts and bruises all over his face.

"what happened to you?" i question in shock, after seeing him in this injured state. jungkook brushed
my hand away from his forearm, turning away. "it isn't much." he replied, avoiding eye contact.

"sit on my bed." i lastly spoke before walking off. i enter the bathroom, grabbing a first-aid kit; which each individual dorm should be supplied with and approach jungkook who's waiting on my bed like i asked. he was quiet, the whole room was silent.

as i've gotten back, i noticed jungkook, seated onto
my bed slouching. i take a seat next to him. i began opening the first-aid kit that's displayed on my lap.

i pull out a small bottle of disinfectant spray, and a small cotton ball. i removed the cap from the spray bottle placing the cotton ball on top of that opened bottle, tipping it over — and once i felt like it was a good enough amount i put the opened disinfectant bottle over top of my nightstand.

i turn back to jungkook who kept his eyes glued to
the ground.

"hey, look up." i said causing him to slowly look up and face me. i inched closer to him, leaving a small distance between the two of us.

but close enough to make my heartbeat fasten. with my free hand i gently placed my hand onto his chin, turning his face, to examine the cuts — i clicked my tongue, examining hi state.

"what'd you get into," i mutter, feeling pity hit me.
but i found myself growing surprised when he did reply instead of remaining silent.

"a fight."

"why did you..?" i proceed to ask. "it's nothing," he
is cut off mid sentence as i gently placed the cotton ball over his busted lip. the man flinched, groaning
in pain. "fuck y/n, i-it hurts!" he complained. "stay still!" i demanded, hitting his shoulder.

"i'll be gentle." i inform him, as he scoffed. "gentle
my fucking ass, you better be." he swore.

i carefully rubbed the cotton ball against his lip, as jungkook slightly flinched, from this stinging pain. but after a more more daps he eventually got used
to it. "so, what happened? why're you all beat up?"

"it's nothing." he adverts his eyes elsewhere in the dormitory. you knew there was a reason to why he
got into a fight. there obvious is a reason, because,
he would not just randomly get into a fight unless
he did it out of boredom.

"aren't you still mad?" he abruptly asked.

"i'm sorry." i spoke, neglecting his previous saying.
"i shouldn't have assumed it is your fault." i added, with my eyes somewhere else — i felt embarrassed and whatever i said to him, was out of rage. "i was
just upset." i lowered my voice.

"it's fine." jungkook respond. i flash a smile, as he does the same. making eye contact i found myself caught off guard. busy staring at his face as he did
the same as well i felt my heart skip a beat.

without realizing, i slowly began to lean in, inching
in closer towards his figure, closer towards his lips.

jungkook put his thumb over my chin, as his index finger is underneath, and gently lifting my chin up
for him to see my face more clearly. he leans in, as
he closed his eyes and i do the same a few seconds after he did.