"I'm just orbiting around you.
I'm just running in circles." (134340 BTS)
As for Heather, she settled for the space in between friendship and love.
It was a love left undefined, after all.
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Jeon Jungkook au
Themes: casual f* buddies // -----
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I rush to my bathroom after hearing my alarm clock go off. I first thought it was the first time for it to ring, but it turns out it was the third snooze already. I was never the one to wake up late, but blame me for re-watching The Office until three in the morning.
I undress quickly, leave the traces of my clothes on the floor, decide to pick them up later and step into my shower.
The client I'm meeting is from a big movie company and my biggest one for a single project so far. And as I scurry my way to the bathroom, I dump all the artistic information I can think of into my brain.
I turn the knob, close my eyes and wait for the water to splash on my face. But it does not come. I twist it again, thinking that I was too sleepy that I turned it the wrong way — nothing.
I open my eyes to look at my shower head, twisting it, again and again, the rusty knob making a squeaking sound — still nothing. "No way," I groan.
My shower just got fixed yesterday, and now it's broken again. I have been showering in my landlord-slash-BFF-slash-neighbor for a week. Not that either of us minds. And with my situation now, I guess I'll be taking a shower in Yuha's place again.
I swiftly put on my towel over my body and grab my phone to make a call. While waiting for Yuha to pick up, I get my clothes and shower stuff and make my way to my door.
When he does, I almost shout his name. "Yuha!"
"Ouch, Sweetie," he says, his voice faint, and I assume he winced at the loudness of my voice. "What is it?"
I run to the hallway and stairs, messily carrying my things with me. "I have a client I need to meet in 30 minutes, and my shower is broken. Again. Yuha. Again," I say, panting as I skip steps up to the second floor. "So I'm on my way to your unit to take my shower there, okay?" Today is one of the few days I feel the need to ask permission from him to enter his place.
"Yeah, sure, but-"
"Where are you?" I cut him off.
"I'm out of town, trying to look for a good location," he answered. "But look-,"
I cut him off once again. It's a relief to finally step foot on the third floor. "I promise I won't make a mess. I also have my own toiletries, so you don't have to worry about me using yours — which I never did," I say as the door of Yuha's unit slowly comes into view. "I'm here, Yuha. I'll call you later, okay? Thank you! Love you!" I panic and hang up the phone to quickly punch in his code to enter his unit.
It's like entering a new dimension when I open the door and run to the shower. Yuha's interiors never fail to slap me in the face once I see it — The loud and bold colors, the contrasting palettes and even the patterns in some areas.
I usually take half an hour for a shower, but I can't afford to have one now, so I do not bother to put on some music on my phone and let the water's pitter-patter be the only thing making a sound in Yuha's quiet apartment.
