Dog Days Are Over ◆ JeonJungkook /ON HOLD/

3 - Daydream, Dream World, World's End

"You seem distracted, Chickie."

The sun falling through Jungkook's studio window looked strange. So bright and white. But wasn't this what sunlight was supposed to look like?

A hand pinching my side made me tear my eyes away from the clear window, up to Jungkook who was laying above me, both hands busy exploring the skin underneath my shirt with a lazy half grin, seemingly amused at my lack of focus.

"Seriously, what's up with you today?"

"I- uhm." It was hard to think with the sensation of his rough palms caressing my sides like that, wandering higher and higher. Why was I here again?

"Hm~?" He cocked his head to the side, smiling cheekily.

"Jungkook..."

"Yeah?"

"How did we- how did we meet?"

He laughed, face dropping into the crook of my neck for a second, to muffle an incredulous snort, "You're so weird, Chibi. You're lucky I love you."

This made my brain crash for a second, "I- yeah- what- just answer."

"I dunno, you tell me." He winked, fingers under my shirt fanning out, covering the entirety of my sides and stomach, emitting warmness that only fueled the dizzy laziness that my mind's been clouded by the entire day now.

"I don't... remember." I had to admit.

"Aww." The sunlight from the window behind him made it appear like he was wearing a halo, fluffy hair illuminated by golden white, fake pout adorning his lips, „You really care so little about our relationship that you already forgot how we met?"

"Of course not, don't be an idiot." I punched his shoulder playfully, "It's just that..."

"Well," Jungkook leaned in, stopping close enough to make me feel his breath on my cheek, but could still look me in the eyes, "It was less honorable than you think."

„What?"

snap

I came to abruptly - Jungkook's hands on my skin, his weight above me, the warmth of the sunlit studio or the sofa beneath me mixed into one, like on a huge color palette, swirling together til I snapped out of it, head jerking up with my eyes now wide open.

"What the fuck." I groaned, eyes getting used to the darker room I now found myself in. My head was hammering, static buzz in my ears only clearing as the seconds went on.

Triste brick walls encaged me - something like a laundry room? - the humid cold a stark contrast to the cozy warmth I had been in just second ago.

I cursed once I realized why I wasn't able to move - my feet and arms were tied to a chair, which miraculously explained the severe back pain that hit me once I had regained all my senses. Fuck.

Yet the most prominent aspect of my current situation, by far, were the two men beating the crap out of each other.

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