Between The Lines

The soft morning light seeps through the cracks in the blinds, casting gentle lines across the room. It's early, and the world outside feels distant, muffled by the warmth of the bed and the quiet hum of the air conditioner. Y/N blinks slowly, trying to wake up, but she doesn't want to move. Her body feels heavy, tangled in the comfort of the blankets, but it's the warmth beside her that keeps her still. Jungkook.

She opens her eyes fully, and for a moment, everything fades—the lingering thoughts, the fear of the inevitable change between them. All she can focus on is him, lying next to her, so close that she can feel the rhythm of his breath against her skin. He's still asleep, his face relaxed, the peaceful rise and fall of his chest soothing her.

Y/N lies there, still, her heart fluttering as she watches him. His black hair is a messy heap, soft and tousled from sleep, falling over his forehead in waves that catch the early light. It's like a storm of dark curls, unruly yet somehow perfect. She wants to run her fingers through it, feel the softness of it between her fingers, but she holds herself back. She doesn't want to disrupt the serenity, the stillness that feels too delicate to break.His face is beautiful when he's asleep—stripped of all the masks he wears for the world. His lips are slightly parted, breathing evenly, and there's a quiet gentleness in his features. Y/N traces the sharpness of his jawline with her eyes, the curve of it almost too perfect to be real. She imagines what it would feel like to kiss him there, on the soft curve of his chin. She wants to touch him, but she can't. She watches, her breath catching as his long eyelashes rest softly against his skin, the faintest freckles near his left eyebrow that only she seems to notice. The subtle strength in the curve of his neck, the muscles in his shoulders and arms—the way his body rests with natural power yet complete vulnerability, it all captivates her.

Her gaze shifts down his arm, taking in the tattoos that wrap around his skin like a story. One tattoo catches her attention in particular: an intricate pattern on his forearm. It's dark, detailed, swirling around the muscles there. She's never asked him about it, never dared to break the quiet spell that his tattoos seem to cast. But she wonders what they mean to him. What stories do they tell?

Y/N's heart pounds as she takes in the sight of him, each little detail embedding itself in her mind. The warmth of his skin, the heat of his body close to hers, even in the cool morning air—everything about him feels like a force of nature, strong yet gentle, wild yet calming. She wants to stay in this moment forever. She wants to freeze time and hold onto this fleeting sense of peace, but the tension in her chest won't let her.

Things between them have been changing, and Y/N knows it. She can feel it, that underlying shift that's been happening for weeks. She doesn't want to ruin this—doesn't want to spoil the connection she feels, but she doesn't know what comes next. She's scared of losing him, scared that this warmth and closeness will fade. But right now, all she can do is lie there, unable to tear her eyes away from him.
Eventually, Jungkook stirs beside her, the quiet shuffle of his movements breaking the stillness. Y/N's heart skips as he shifts, his eyes slowly fluttering open. He blinks a few times, groggy and disoriented, before his gaze lands on her. There's a moment of quiet before he registers her, lying so close, and the corner of his lips curves into a sleep-induced smile.Y/N freezes, embarrassed, her heart suddenly racing. She tries to look away quickly, but it's too late. He's already caught her staring.

"Why do you look at me like that?" he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. "I'm not that great, you know."

His teasing tone is enough to snap her out of the daze, and she lets out a soft laugh, more nervous than she would have liked. "I'm not looking at you like that," she protests, her voice stumbling over the words. She shifts slightly, attempting to break eye contact, but her face flushes a deep shade of red. "I just... I like looking at you."