Like a bad habit, we find our way back to each other. No matter what terrible things we put each other though, we always do.
Like an addiction, I possess a deep desire for him and him the same. It's unstoppable, the way we crave each other.
A vice.
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February 2 Aira's
I've cried over many things honestly. Out of sadness from something happening to me, out of grief and out of heartbreak. All of these reasons involve my own emotions so when I found myself crying harder than ever for a completely different reason, I was surprised.
I cried for Jeon Jungkook this time. Not because of him.
I didn't leave my room to see him and he didn't come into my room to see me. Not even to tell me to eat or to say goodbye whenever he left the apartment. It almost felt like I was living alone in the big penthouse.
Guilt was breeding in my stomach for not comforting him. I could barely sleep.
It was around 2 am when I crept out of my room to get a drink of water from the kitchen. My mind was still racing with all the information I received just recently. What the hell was I doing? What was crying for him going to do? I needed to be there for him and tell him that he didn't kill anybody and that I wasn't going anywhere.
I convinced myself to get it together and be there for him. Which meant talking to him first.
When I reluctantly entered his room, I heard the shower turn on from his bathroom and stood in front of the door. I'll wait for him to come out and then talk to him. I couldn't wait till the morning, I had to let him know that I'm still here for him. I swung my arms a little as I breathed in and out, preparing myself. I gasped with bulged eyes when my hands knocked on the bathroom door in front of me.
He's probably already in the shower right? He didn't hear it, right?
Not right.
The door of the washroom swung open and I stared up at him with big eyes, heart starting to rattle. Behind him in the large washroom, the shower was running, steam rising. Jungkook was still dry but his shirt was off. His black hair was a fluffy mess on his head. My gaze slid down to the scar on the side of his abdomen and saddened.
"You need something..?" Jungkook questioned.
"Jungkook," I said in a low whisper, looking back at his tired eyes.
He seemed slightly confused. "What?"
I released a breath and tightly wrapped my arms around his waist, making him stumble back a couple of steps into the washroom. I rested my head on his chest, trying my best not to breakdown again.
