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frozen in your stance, it had take you a moment to realize the meaning behind those words. the words made a sharp return to your mind where jimin had mentioned a ex-wife of jungkooks a few years back.
you hurriedly open the book, to whatever page you managed to open — the book nearly slipping out of your clumsy hands. your heart pounds throughout,
as the anxiety level within you increased. hoping to not be caught, you quickly yet ever so quietly place
the book back into its previous position.
you hesitantly take a step back from the bookshelf, before approaching a door to exit jungkooks' study room. pushing the gap opened door open you rush
out of the study, and twist knob closed — once you
shut the door, you feel the heavy weight from your chest disappear.
𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏.
it was nearly twelve in the morning the same night you have discovered the hidden photo of jungkook and his ex-wife.
the thought of his ex-lover felt as if it was haunting you. for some reason, you found it difficult to sleep tonight. with jungkook still in this work attire, with messy hair, and in a comfortable position, the man remained in a slumber, while you were tossing and turning in bed. the thought bothered you endlessly.
making extremely sure not to awaken your lover, it took you a minute to sneak out of bed — either way, jungkook seemed to be too deep into his sleep to be awake, or to be awakened.
exiting the master bedroom of his penthouse, your footsteps are careful and light to not cause any sort
of noise, to occur. you entered the modern kitchen, reaching for the handle of the kitchens fridge. once open, you grabbed a cold bottle of refreshing water.
you turned on your heel placing the bottle of water
over the marble island counter, and pushing it. the bottle of water slides across the counter all the way
to the opposite side thankfully not sliding off. your feet dragged as you made your way to the opposite side of the island, pulling out a stool and sitting on
it in a slumped position.
struggling to twist the bottle cap opened you jump
in your seat, as a figure from behind you, takes the bottle out of your hand and effortlessly twisted the cap off for you. with your eyes trailing up the hand
of the man who did a kind gesture you are faced to faced with the one and only tired looking jungkook.
"here, take it." he gestured and you snapped out of your trail of thoughts.
"you startled me," you spoke, taking the bottle into your grasp and taking a small sip, and he scratches the back of his neck, shrugging his shoulders.
"and you are down here because..?" he questioned instead, ignoring your statement.
"i couldn't bring myself to sleep." you responded as the man turns your head to face straight ahead and brings both hands to each of your shoulders, giving you a massage this time. you were slowly beginning
to feel at ease with his actions.
"how's this?" he asks, the softness of his voice and movements making you feel more relaxed, but not tired. you pushed his hands away, and stood down from the stool walking straight past him.
"it's no use.." you respond. "it's not helping." your
feet dragged you toward the living room, and your body falls onto the couch. in a seated position you slouched back into the softness of the couch as he followed closely. but, instead of sitting beside you, jungkook kneeled down on the floor, and rests his arms on your lap, crossing them.
"darling, what's bothering you," he asked in a low tone, with a slight look of worry in his expression.
immediately, you felt a knot block your throat and prevented you from speaking, at the thought of the photo you have found hidden inside that one book. but, you couldn't bring yourself to confront him of
it because you never really intended on finding out about it in the first place.
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Fanfiction"pretty girls don't light their own cigarettes." addiction; it felt like hunger. it's become a basic need you would have a drive, to fill. it occupied your thoughts, if ignored for too long. the mind, mouth and hands, longed for it. jeon jungkook. ...
