The DEVIL [JJK+KTH]

|37| Selfish Desires aids none

Chapter 37: Selfish Desires aids none

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A/N: sorta love this chapter cause its all fine in the beginning and then fucks up in the midway and all the way to the end just like my life hahamaybeineedtherapy

Fav duo fun fight uwu <°♡°>

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Taehyung squint his eyes open, the light pouring in directly from his window. He lazily shielded his eyes from the warm glaze with the help of his wrist, whilst trying to find motivation to step out of the bed.

He peeked out, staring up ahead at his ceiling.

His mind was calm, same as his heart. He wasn't sweating, nor did his limbs ache.

If anything, Taehyung felt thankful that luck was in his favor for a change, letting him sleep peacefully without putting him through absurd horrifying nightmares.

Exhaling softly, he sat up straight. His fingers gently curling around the soft texture of the blanket.

The atmosphere indeed felt nice, slipping in its early morning rays through the window and shrouding him with a warm golden glaze.

He looked at the window, the clear glass pulled back.

Taehyung frowned a little, not quite recalling having it opened the previous night. He hummed softly, and hoped out of his bed, walking closer towards the window.

He swiped his fingers on the windowsil, inspecting it as he looked down to the street and then back up at his hand. He exhaled softly, discarding the suspicion of an intruder having hopped in whilst he was asleep, concluding with the fact that the windowsil still had dust draped on it and not mud or gravel.

Taehyung shook his head, turning away from the window.

He couldn't help but be cautious anymore... afterall, there was a serial killer out there who did find him exceptional enough to throw games at him.

Taehyung walked around his bed and picked up his phone, but just as he bent over he paused- his senses spiking spontaneously with his eyes naturally narrowing.

Taehyung couldn't point out, but ever since he had awoken something about the room smelled off or- extravagant... familiar even.

He pursed his lips, denying the name in his head but then he pulled the pillow close to his face.

Sniffing lightly, he put it away back to where it was.

Is that not it then? Taehyung thought to himself as more confusion layered over him.

He pulled up the soft blanket to his nose, his eyebrows curving as his eyes shot open.

Taehyung frowned a little holding onto the edge of his blanket that smelled more like him.

Taehyung wasn't really sure, how Jungkook's cologne got onto his bed but the more he thought about it, the more purple lines drew across his face.

Was he here- no what the heck Taehyung?

Maybe it was Jimin- yeah.. that makes sense...

Taehyung clicked his tongue, annoyed at himself for thinking about the Armani Crackhead the first thing in the morning.

All that talk about peaceful mind-

He snorted and walked to the bathroom, gripping onto the blanket tightly between his fingers- letting it slither on the floor as he moved.