Good Luck Jungkook

When Morning Comes

"Make yourself at home." Jimin cheered as he slammed his apartment's door open, startling Jungkook with the loud noise but he was too scared to say anything about it. "Take your shoes off."

Jungkook nodded and slipped his shoes off by the front door and quietly followed behind Jimin, admiring the whole place. It was definitely nicer than anything he's ever stayed in. That isn't saying much however since he mostly stayed in places that were filled with diseases. "It's so nice..."

"Thanks, I've been living here for a while now. Oh, the bedroom is this way." Jimin chirped, walking with a skip in his step although when he opened the door he was quite embarrassed by the state it was in. He forgot to clean his room after the incident... "I swear, I clean."

Jungkook was shivering in fear as he read the vicious words written in red on the wall, not to mention the whole interior was a pigsty. "I-I um... what's that..?"

"That bitch... I need to change the locks again." Jimin sighed as he set his things down against the door frame and went over to the wall to touch the red writing. Instantly he was hit with the smell of vinegar. "She used up all of my ketchup! That slut couldn't even go out to buy blood like any other sane psychopath."

"D-do you need help cleaning up?" Jungkook stuttered, trying not to focus on Jimin's room but he just had to turn around and felt a bit uncomfortable. There was writing on all of the walls. "Um... your ex is very... not mentally stable."

"I know, right? Like come'on! This crap isn't original! 'Go die', 'fuck off', 'kill yourself', I'll kill you'. Like spice it up a bit. Say something like 'I will pluck your eyes out and make you choke on them before I feed your dick to the goats'. Now that's original." Jimin muttered with a sigh as he licked the ketchup off of his finger.

Jungkook went to grab a packet of tissues off of the floor that more than likely was knocked onto the floor when Jimin's ex was here. He was about to go wipe the ketchup off of the wall but was stopped midway. "Don't. I need to take pictures first to send to the police first. I'm going to get a restraining order." Jimin smiled kindly as he took out his phone and started taking pictures around the room. "This might take some time, go look through the wardrobe for anything you like."

Jungkook nodded and went to the wardrobe and bitt on his tongue. Piles of clothes were on the floor. "Um... s-she cut some of your clothes..."

"You have to be kidding me." Jimin groaned, rubbing his forehead. He could feel a headache coming on. "That stuff was expensive... I'll find some clothes but I can't promise that it will be nice."

"I-it's fine, I'm grateful that you're doing this for me." Jungkook reassured and was quickly seated on the bed although he was very careful about his surroundings since he didn't know what was lurking around. To be honest, he was scared of finding a decapitated goat's head in Jimin's bed.

"Okay, let's get you to try on some outfits that survived that crazy bitch! Let's see... she ruined all of my good stuff... um, I got this jumper, it's cute, it hangs off the shoulder. It looks great with a choker. You'll look great in it." Jimin grinned, holding a large striped jumper up against Jungkook's chest cooing as he imagined Jungkook wearing it. "Go into the bathroom and try this one."

Jungkook thanked him and walked into the joint bathroom and sighed in relief. It was perfectly fine. It was only Jimin's bedroom that looked like a summoning ground for satan and his spawns. Quickly Jungkook took off his work shirt and had seconds thought about wearing something that looked so expensive and new.

"Hurry up, Jungkook, I found some jeans that will look great with it."

Jungkook snapped out of his endless cycle of thoughts spinning in his head like broken gears trying to work again. He quickly pulled the jumper over his head and looked in the mirror as he watched it position itself off of his shoulders, showing just enough skin to make any man go crazy. Jungkook walked out of the bathroom with his head hanging as his feet dragged behind him like heavy luggage. "I don't know. Do I look weird?"