Forget Me Not

12.

Jungkook watched the sleeping naked girl lay there and admired her beautiful body. The way her long black hair fell around her face as she slept. The way her full breast moved up and down as she breathed. Her face held no signs of stress or worry. The lines in between her brows that were usually there doing the day was gone while she slept. The girl who acts like she's so tough and always keeps her guard up looked so angelic and harmless here. Her in this peaceful state, looked so fragile.

His fingers run up and down her bare back. A soft hum coming from the girl sends a smile across his face. Jungkook just wanted to give this girl the world, but he knew she didn't feel the same way he did and he didn't blame her. Everything was his fault. If only he cared about her as much as he cared about debuting. She had every right to hate him for what he did.

The boy's eyes slowly flutter shut as he fell asleep thinking about all the ways he could try to win this girl back.

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I woke up the next morning. My head was clouded with sleep. It takes me a few minutes to adjust my eyes and realize where I was and what happened the night before. A cold breeze enters the room, making me pull up the thin black sheet that was only covering from my waist down.

I turn over to see Jungkook's side of the bed empty. I wonder where he went.

I sit up quickly, wanting to get out of the house before Jungkook came back from where he was. I didn't want to run into him. Just as I was about to get out of bed, the door to the bathroom opens and Jungkook comes walking out.

My eyes go straight to his defined v-line that is exposed because of the way his towel hangs so dangerously low on his hip.

"Want a shower?" Jungkook smirks, knowing I was just checking him out. He dries his wet hair with a smaller towel, diverting my eyes to his tattoo filled bicep.

Fuck. I need to stop that.

"Nah it's fine. I'll shower at home."

Jungkook walks his way over to me and bends down. Beads of water from his hair trickles onto my skin.

"Take a shower." His minty breath fans over me.

I playful bring my knee up his dick making him jump away from me.

"I'm going home." I go to stand up, but my legs give out and I end up on the floor. I let out a groan when my ass smacks on the cold ground.

Jungkook's laugh makes me shoot him a glare. He must be proud of himself.

"Fuck" I huff, using the bed to help me up. My sore lower body was betraying me.

"Come on." Jungkook says and swiftly picks me up bridal style into his bathroom.

"Let me go!" I bang on his arm, but my eyes widen when I see a bubble bath in front of me.

"I ran it earlier. It's still warm. I knew you would need it." He says and lowers me into the warm tub. A sigh of relaxation escapes from my lips as I sink myself into the lavender scented bubbles.

I spent thirty minutes in the tub before getting out and drying myself off with a towel. It finally hit me that I don't have any clothes and that my shirt was destroyed last night. Shit. I open the door to at least get my skirt when I see a folded stack of clothes sitting on the bed with a set of lingerie that isn't mine.

I don't think about it though and just slip on the bra and underwear. I put on the black hoodie and grey sweatpants, tying the waistband as tight as I could get it. However, the large pants still sat lowly on my waist. I picked up my clothes that was strewn across the room and made my way out.

"I made your favorite." Jungkook says from the kitchen. I look to the table and see a bowl of seolangtang.

I raised my brow at him. "You made seolangtang in less than an hour?"

He gives me a cheeky grin. "Okay so I didn't make it. I bought it. Same difference."

"Thanks for the clothes. I'll wash them and return it." I say and go to pick up my purse.

He goes to stop me. "You're not going to eat?"

I shake my head. It's best that I don't. This was just a one time thing. Hit it and quit it.

"I'm going to be late for work. Thank you though." I snatch my blouse off the floor. "I can see myself out."