SNS || jeon jungkook ✓

51. massage

51.

Jungkook's brazen whispering seems to be the only source of confidence coming from him.

His hands are practically glued to his sides, his thighs clenched and flexing beneath me. I'm biting my lip not to laugh at the difference between his body language and the words he is speaking.

I'm sure he started to regret offering his lap as a seat the moment we pulled out from the lot, because the giddy smile that he had when I sat down didn't last long once he remembered all of his members were with us.

Now this— this feels more like my boyfriend. I know that he has been more confident when in private as of late, but in front of his members? We still have a long way to go with that. If ever.

My boyfriend's behavior is enough to give me the confidence to tease him.

"We'll see, huh?" I whisper mockingly. My lips graze his earlobe to ensure that no one else can hear me.

Jungkook's anxious eyes meet mine before he leans in to reply.

"I can sleep later tonight," He whispers. He's ignoring my teasing.

Our faces are so close to each other. My eyes peer down at his lips; they are so pouty and plump that I just want to peck them. I definitely don't have the guts to do that right now. I'm not going to risk it. Jungkook is nervous as it is.

"What if I'm tired?" I retort playfully.

Jungkook doesn't seem to catch my bait, "Noona."

His whining, although incredibly hard to resist, isn't enough to make me give up. I press my hand on his chest when I lean into his ear again to reply.

"What do you want to do, then?" I ask.

I bring my ear closer to his mouth and wait for a response. He doesn't reply, so I lean back slightly to look at him. A shy smile is on his face and his cheeks have heated. He is staring at my lips until he bravely looks me in my eyes. Oh my goodness.

His whisper is shaky and low, "what if I take a nap now?"

Jungkook's persistence to utilize the most out of our time together pulls at my heart. His desire to be with me over resting constitutes as the energy of an ideal boyfriend. He deserves some praise for that.

I stop myself from running my hand through his hair with a sigh. I wish I could. Both of us would probably have an embarrassment attack if I did it in front of his members.

I take him up on his offer. "So much whining and not enough sleeping."

My response is enough to gain a small smile from his timid face. It takes a moment for his head to relax into the headrest, and he readjusts his shoulders before closing his eyes. I can tell he is finding this amusing— his smile doesn't fade.

Silence overcomes the space. The eight of us are quiet and it's almost enough for my eyes to start drifting.

It doesn't take long for some whispering to erupt from the backseat. I find myself listening— I have no choice in this silence. Namjoon and Taehyung are in a conversation. Their voices sound like mumbles and I can't hear much.

"Jae," a louder whisper is clear to me. It's Namjoon.

I'm hesitant to shift my weight on Jungkook's lap. Luckily, he doesn't react much when I turn to acknowledge my name. His head merely falls heavier to the right side.

What could Namjoon need to say to me? My overactive subconscious is fearful and almost doesn't permit my body to move or focus on him.

Namjoon is leaning forward in his seat to talk to me when I reply, "hey."