Some insights of my new/ first story "me myself and him "
⚠️contains bad language/tw⚠️
«Question what would you do if one of the baddest mafia member stands right in front of you ?»
hi this is a still running story in progress tbh i don't have a c...
"Those who want to look more youthful should live life with a young heart."
-Kim Seokjin
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I stripped my clothes off and stepped into the already hot shower. I washed the dirt away from me and run my hands trough my hair.
I didn't talk to Jinyoung after the throw up, 'cause I don't feel like it, I need some time alone right now. As the room slowly got hotter and hotter, the mist made the room look blurry.
It felt so good under the water, I washed my hair with my favorite shampoo, as I was massaging the shampoo into my roots, I thought about everything what happened today...: -jungkook is crazy -He wants me in a gang? -Jinyoung is also in a gang?! -he's also smoking again -jinyoung did this for my protection -he also killed
as I finished I groaned in frustration because I don't understand anything. I turned the water off and took my towel next to the cupboard and put the towel around my body hiding my private parts.
I swished my hand over the fogged mirror. I smiled to myself seeing my body calmer. But then my body froze in an instant, my smile fell, as I remembered something...
Jungkook
"I'll take that as a yes I send you the location for tomorrow better appear you already know the consequences if you don't"
I couldn't take it anymore, I screamed muffled tones, as if I just hit my toe.
"Oh god I hate him so much" I said as my anger rose, while taking the hairband out of my bun. Letting my wet hair fall down freely to my shoulders. I started a stare contest with my mirror image, trying to think about a solution. with no luck.
I got interrupted by a soft knock on the door, I turned my head to the right direction where the door is and could hear his unsteady loud breath against the door.
Did he run up to the top floor? I thought because he literally sound like running from someone or something.
I shook my head... "I'm not done" I said in a cold voice, trying to avoid a further conversation.
"Ara is everything alright I heard some noises from downstairs?" he asked carefully not trying to get on my nerves.
„wait downstairs, I'm just going to put something on and then we can clear everything " I said giving up on not wanting a conversation but the thought of him and me being like this tores my heart in pieces.
