"Why is this place so desolate?" asks Jungkook from the taxi driver.
It felt unreal. From the bright, screeching lights and all of the scattered noises from the airport, it is way more silent and desolate around. There were just the lights on the roads, nothing around as if we were going on a blind alleyway.
"There's the runway to your left. The government doesn't allow residency near airports," replies the driver.
I already told the driver about the hotel Namjoon told me about. He replied saying that is the only hotel that exists near the airport, others lie at an hour's distance.
My back is aching and I lie with my cold legs folded onto the seat. Jungkook is looking out of the window, even though it's all dark around.
Finally, the car stops in front of the hotel. The hotel is huge and brightly lit- proof of life in the area. We got off and headed inside. The receptionist greeted me warmly.
"How can I help you, ma'am?" he asks, politely.
"We need two rooms for tonight," I stated, pointing at Jungkook standing behind me.
The receptionist smiled and looked at the screen, crazily scrolling on it. And still maintaining his smile, he drops the bomb.
"Maam, we are extremely sorry, but we are fully reserved for today."
What did he say?
"What do you mean fully? This hotel looks quite big enough to have two spare rooms," says Jungkook, jumping forward, with a bit of a furious tone.
"Sir, we apologize for the inconvenience, but there is some renovation going on at the back of the hotel that leads to the unavailability of rooms at the moment. We are fully booked on the weekends."
I was trembling. My body ached and the effects of the medication made me so dull and sleepy.
Just spare me a couch, a seat for tonight before I collapse.
As we looked at each other thinking to turn back, the receptionist spoke.
"Maam, I just checked. There is a suit that is empty on the top floor. The guest just canceled it. You can avail the suit."
One room? No way.
Our eyes meet again. He was looking at me blankly, but my expressions were a big NO. It would be too much. We just cannot-
The receptionist maintained his smile, smelling the awkwardness between us.
"Maam, if you don't want it we have more guests inline-"
As I spoke to refuse, there was a weird jiggle in my back, as if my veins were crumbling. It suddenly came out with exasperation.
"Ouch!" I shouted, holding my back with my hands, bowing down. Jungkook instantly moved, placing his hand on my shoulder.
"You okay?"
I nod.
Before I could speak, Jungkook asked the receptionist for the room key and handed him his credit card. Within a matter of seconds, we were in the elevator. My back is better, but it still hurts while I walk.
We enter the room. It is spacious, but the furniture is barely there.
A king-size bed, with a chair-table set and a two-seater couch, stands in the room. We both pass nervous looks at each other. I instantly sat up on the bed, stretching my back to straighten the veins or whatsoever.
Jungkook took his hat and muffler off him, revealing himself after like hours, and placed his bag on the table and started to juggle through it.
"Jungkook, can I change first?" I asked him. As soon as I said it, I realized how awkward that was. Why are we even staying in one room? I am definitely invading his privacy. It sucks. I would have rather spent my night outside on the bench, but my freaking back!
"Sure," he says, turning around.
I took out a pair of trousers. My shirt was okay to sleep in. I instantly changed and got out. Jungkook was sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone. He went inside, next.
Ah finally, sleep.
Wait.
One bed? And two people? Nope.
The couch was very short, just to fit either my torso or my legs. But still, you got to fit in, no matter what. I lay on the couch lifelessly, my legs hanging. Thank god, there was an extra blanket. As soon as I lied, I slept. No thought, no disturbance, just me sleeping on the couch.
*********
"Hana?" yells Jungkook.
I opened my eyes, looked around, and found Jungkook standing on my head.
"What? Is it morning already?"
I wasn't ready to accept it. I need more sleep.
"No. Why are you sleeping here?" he asks, rubbing the towel against his wet hair.
"What? I am okay. Just let me sleep," I said, eyes closed.
"Get up," he says, lifting me in a sitting position on the couch. I suddenly woke up. "Sleep on the bed."
I looked at him, irritably. Just let me sleep, it doesn't matter. Therefore, I don't move.
"Your back already aches. Go sleep there," he repeats.
"Where will you sleep?" I asked.
He looked around as if another bed would appear miraculously. Then he looks back at me.
"Here," he says, pointing to the couch.
"No way. You will get a spasm. You have to perform in a day."
"I'll sleep-"
"NO," I scream.
"Okay then, I won't sleep on the bed too," he announces. He then picks the pillow from the bed and throws it on the ground in front of the bed, and sits down, posing to lie down.
I instantly got up. "Are you kidding me? Get up!" I motioned to grab him by his arm now. It has been my friend today, grabbing it again and again.
He stands still. Now we both look around; first on the bed, then on the couch. If I slept on the bed, he would sleep on the couch and vice versa. Jungkook's eyes are now fixed on the bed.
He really wants to sleep on this.
"Jungkook, just let me-"
As I spoke, Jungkook picked the pillow from the ground and moved to the bed. He placed it in-between, dividing the bed into two portions. And then, he picks another pillow and puts it where the first ends, making a pillow-line.
His face is suddenly bright up.
"You sleep on that side, and I'll on this side. Okay?"
I still stood in dismay.
I CAN NOT SHARE A BED WITH HIM.
My eyes were full of sleep. I would even lie on the ground, but Jungkook won't understand. Just a few hours till the sun rises, I don't want any more arguments. It made me angry, actually.
I picked my blanket from the couch and threw it on the bed. Without meeting his eyes even once, I slid under my blanket, my back touching the pillow boundary he made.
Just sleep!
I could feel Jungkook changing his position, and finally lights off.
************
There is a weird smell around. Before I could open my eyes, I smelled the surroundings. Dad always told me that I could even smell things while sleeping, my senses were too strong. There is always a different smell in the air in every country. I am awake, but I don't want to open my eyes. I don't know what time it is, or where I am at, just my warm blanket and me under it.
I squished the pillow that was kept as a boundary, with my arm wrapped over it. I lifted my leg and crossed it across the lower pillow, making sure I didn't touch Jungkook's body. It feels warm and soft. I smiled.
As I almost slept again, my leg moved apart, increasing the distance from my other leg.
Is the pillow moving? What?
Eyes still closed, I inspected by moving my leg back and forth. There's a gap in between. A raised surface, a small gap, another raised surface.
What the hell?
And then, when I finally decided to open my eyes out of curiosity, the whole thing moved who I was clinging to.
It's not a pillow.
Shit.
My eyes opened to find myself wrapped in Jungkook's figure. My arm resting on his chest, while my hand hanging to his side. My leg was lying between his legs. I freaking mistook him as a pillow. Seriously?
Screw yourself.
My body wanted to move instantly, but at the same time, it froze like ice. The embarrassment of waking up to him like this is something I cannot handle. I just wanted to hide, just the way I did last night.
My face was touching his arm that lay still on the bed.
Okay, he is sleeping.
I moved my arm slowly, and my leg with the same motion too, while my eyes were tightly closed. As soon as I did that, I raised my head to see Jungkook.
No.
He is awake.
NO.
Jungkook was scrolling on his phone with his other hand that wasn't bound, lying straight. My eyes were fixed on his face when he turned to meet my eyes with me.
"Good Morning," he said in a soft, low voice.
Not really.
Without another thought, I sat in my bed, realizing that the pillow he placed was now pushed downwards, making the second pillow in-line fall to the ground. I punched my thigh aggressively.
Why did you do that?
I don't know what Jungkook is doing right now, if he is looking at me or if he is still scrolling on his phone. My face is now buried inside my cupped hands. Wish I could have slept on the couch. Never in my life have I regretted a decision.
My whole career is fucked up now. But I won't keep it like this. I stood up, turning to look at Jungkook. My hormones suddenly shifted.
"I told you to let me sleep on that couch last night!" I screamed, assuring the people in the next room heard that too.
Jungkook, who is now sitting on the bed, gulping down water from the glass, looks at me in surprise.
He gulps the draught in his mouth and places the glass beside him, not uttering another word.
"If you would have let me sleep there I won't be this embarrassed right now!" My voice now clearly echoed around the room. Jungkook's next action made me even mad. He binds his arms and smiles looking at the bed.
"You're not serious, are you?"
I moved to his side now, making sure to scream inside his ear now.
"I said-"
Jungkook stands up, his feet ' fingers overlapping mine as I left no space for him to stand. He is close to me again. My face was directly in front of his chest now. I looked up. He is serious and not smiling anymore.
His art of changing expressions so quickly. Teach me.
"Why are you embarrassed?" he asks in a quirky, soft voice.
My mind is used to getting frozen up now and then. He is not moving, just his eyes studying mine.
"You are not really embarrassed, are you?" he says with a smirk when I was at a loss of words because of his actions.
No, he shouldn't get the wrong idea.
I pushed him back with my hands, making him fall on the bed.
"Firstly, I am not embarrassed, I am very angry at you. Secondly, weren't you feeling the same, yesterday?"
He poses to think, tilting his head.
"When was I embarrassed? I don't remember," he lies with his playful eyes.
"You were. Don't lie Jungkook!" I started stepping back now. As I turn around, he grips my wrist. Again.
I stare at him back, but he is not angry this time. His eyes say something else. He stood up again; fearing that he would step on my foot, I stepped back. He followed.
Our eyes were constantly in contact, while I step back and he steps forwards until my back is against the wall, and no more space to step back. Jungkook still holds my wrist and places his other hand on the wall, blocking my eyes with his face only.
What is he doing?