i sit down and my knee is bouncing. my insides are crawling. i feel like a magnet, shaking with the need to move.

i was extremely bored. sajangnim decided to give us the entire week to rest after all those award shows we've recently attended. i was left all alone in the dorm as my members paid visits to their families.

jisoo unnie insisted that i come with her, yet i politely declined. she sees me 24/7, it's time that she spends full of her time with her relatives — especially her niece, without others' interference.

sucks to be an idol far from your family.

unconsciously, i reached out for my phone, looking at a contact name. from there, i hit the call button.

i immediately hang up, however, and threw my phone onto the bed like a grenade. i wipe my damp palms on my thighs and let out a wheezing breath.

damn, why am i so nervous to call him?

few seconds later, my phone begins to ring.

incoming: jeon jungkook

"yeoboseyo," i managed to say lightly when i answered. i grind the heel of my hand into my temple. why am i feeling embarrassed?

"hey, the phone rang once," he replied, "why did my baby call?"

it wasn't the first time he called me baby. in fact, he has numerous endearments, which he use on me. and the funny thing? all of those make my heart flip.

"eodiya?" i asked. there's loud pulsing music in the background, making me curious about his whereabouts. is he at a bar?

oh right, it's friday today. he's probably hanging out with the '97 liners, surrounded by tall models with their legs exposed. i mean, he did told me one time that he'll be spending the night with his friends.

i suddenly felt my blood rushing to my head at the thought of him enjoying other girls' company.

"nevermind," i replied, trying my best to not sound salty. "you're busy, i think. let's just talk tomorrow."

"babe, i'm at the gym. although not in our building since it's under renovation. anyway, was that annoyance i sensed in your voice?" he teasingly asked.

"what? why would i be?" i innocently asked, thinking of the next words to say in order to drift the topic away. "what you doing there by the way? cardio?"

"weights. i do weights at night."

ever since the new year kicked in, kook has been working out non-stop, saying that he needs to look good enough for me.

he's such an idiot for thinking that way. clearly, he's already out of my league despite not building muscles in his body. i must've done an absolute good thing in my past life to have jeon jungkook like me. i mean, him liking lisa manoban? he can do way better than that!

he then made a faint grunt, pulling me back from my thoughts. then i head a heavy metal clang.

"so what's up? don't tell me you pocket-dialed me."

"no," i replied. there's no point in pretending.

"interesting." there's a muffled clothing sound, maybe a towel, and then a door closes. the obnoxious pulsing music gets quieter.

"i'm outside now. i don't know if i've ever seen your name on my caller ID. something happened, baby?"

"i know. i was thinking that too." there was a loaded pause. "no, nothing happened."

"that's a shame. i was hoping you'd ask me to give you your vitamin D."

i furrowed my eyebrows. "vitamin D?" that's when it hit me. it's him and his perverted ass again. he chuckled for a bit once he sensed that i got what he meant by it.

"pervert."

"pervert for you and only you, lali."

i snorted at his response. "maybe try not combining your sweet side and perverted side together," i lectured, making him laugh.

"so, why'd you call? miss me already?"

i made an amused honk, before fidgeting. "i was calling because . . ."

i haven't seen you today. i've been feeling mixed up and desperately sad, and for some reason seeing you might help the weird pain in my chest. my unnies aren't here and you're the next person i feel comfortable with.

"yes?"

how do i just tell him that i miss him? we have mutual feelings for one another, and yet i still find it hard to communicate with him on that level.

"i'm hungry and i have no food. and i haven't got any tea, and the dorm is cold without my unnies. and i'm bored." i replied, without breathing in between the words.

"what a very sad little life." he teasingly said.

"you've got lots of food and tea. and your heating is better than mine, and i . . ."

there is nothing but silence.

"i'm not bored when i'm with you." i felt mortified stating those. "but i'd better just—"

he cuts me off. "better come over then."

relief floods through me. "should i bring something?"

"condoms, my hyungs aren't here."

my eyes widened in an instant, "ya!" i felt my cheeks getting hotter as the word condoms echoed through my mind. good thing we weren't video-calling.

he laughed upon hearing my remark. "kidding, babe. but what would you bring then?"

"i could grab some food on the way."

"no, it's okay. i've got something—"

i rolled my eyes as if i read his mind. "yeah, yeah. you've got something better, don't you? then you'll proceed saying how you'll be my meal for tonight. save it, pervert."

i heard him clicking his tongue and smirking at what i've said.

"your mind is dirty, babe. i was saying that you don't need to buy food since i have something to cook," he explained while snickering. "but if you insist . . ."

"ani!"

i gulped. why do i never fail to make myself a laughing stock whenever i talk with him?

"do you want me to pick you up, dirty brat?" he asked, emphasizing on the last two words.

"i'll take cab. i hate to wake up my manager," i replied.

"no," he firmly said. "i'll ask someone to fetch you. that's much safer. just wait for a while."

silence filled the atmosphere for a moment, allowing me to hear his heavy breathings and sighs. he probably was extremely tired from his workout.

yeah, he's surely exhausted. who wouldn't be? spending the night carrying those weights, with sweats dripping in rivulets down his heaving-chest? not to mention how the veins in his arms are probably sticking out and how his biceps would form every time he carries the dumbbells into the air?

"will you show me the muscles you worked on?"

wait — what the hell was i saying?!

i instantly covered my mouth the moment i realized what i uttered. i was in deep level of embarrassment.

"babe . . ." he whispered as he tried to hold back his laughter. "is it that time of the month? that red sea you girls have? 'cause i'm sensing your arousal over the phone."

i shook my head in hopes of clearing my mind from the succeeding sexual thoughts i could have of him.

goodness gracious! i am a dirty brat!

"i mean . . ."

"and here i thought you wanted me for more than that," he sadly acted.

"whatever. is your gym far from your building?"

"kind off. why?"

"okay, don't leave the gym until the person you asked to pick me up here has already arrived."

"but why?" he questioned. "he's already there by the way."

"damn, fast. alright then, race you there. i wan't to see you all sweaty." i said, heading my way towards the elevator.

"give me half an hour. no, an hour. i need to take a quick shower." he alarmingly said.

"i'll wait for you in the lobby."

"do not leave just yet, manoban!" he said with an authoritative voice, which i found hot — if we're being honest.

"i'll tell managernim to go home!"

"no you wouldn't," i spat back. "see you soon!"

i immediately ended the call and started laughing as i make my way inside the elevators. i don't know why, but i was so excited to be in their dorm again. i badly want to be inside his room. if i'm not wrong, the last time i was there was when i was nursing his injured leg — which i caused, unfortunately.

time flies. i despised him when we first met. his presence annoyed the heck out of me. and then, boom — it developed into something more. never did i thought of falling with this jerk.

every moment i've spent with him made me realize his significance to my life. the longer we're together, the deeper i fall for him.

and now, after several days of being reprimanded by our older members and grounded to not physically see each other for a while, i am seeing him again.

i haven't seen jungkook all week, and i miss him.

minutes later, we already arrived at the entrance to their building. i hopped out of the van, thanking his manager and driver, and ran into the lobby.

i entered the elevator as soon as possible, and pressed his floor number.

i hold my breath as it bings. the doors snap open, and there he is — the man i like.