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𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿 𝙁𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙀𝙉: 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙇𝘿 𝙑𝙎 𝙒𝙄𝙎𝙃
JUNGKOOK WAS STILL SPRAWLED OUT ON her couch by the time Andrea drowsily rolled out of bed with a throbbing headache which punished her for all her nightly mistakes. He was there, curled up with his head against a throw pillow and his feet hanging off the side of the couch. His lips were parted softly, letting out a few peaceful slumbering snores into the pillow his face was half-buried in.
It was still early out. The sun's barely even reared its ugly head to thaw the late-night ice. It would be cruel to wake Jungkook up and officially kick him out. It's only been about 5 hours. She should let him sleep a little while longer, tell him what happened can never happen again, and that they should move on and forget it ever happened.
Andrea sighed, smoothing her hand over her silk-wrapped head. She should just face him, pull on her big girl panties and just talk to him. She was his coach after all. Jungkook wasn't just some one-night stand she'd never have to see again, she was his coach and would have to see him nearly every day.
God, she was so fucking stupid. Why the fuck would she sleep with him? Even if it felt good, so good, they crossed the line of professionalism in a way far worse than sharing some deep dark secret or some light childhood trauma they could laugh over. That would be a forgivable crossing the line, not, so-far-beyond-repair crossing the line.
Andrea's houseshoes scuffed across the hardwood floor as she dragged herself over to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. Once she was done with said cup of coffee, she'd take her ass right back to bed and sleep away whatever residual soreness she may have. Andrea maybe should have told him to be a bit more gentle or better yet, they shouldn't have done anything at all. They should have just had a few drinks, shared a few drunken giggles, and Jungkook would have caught a cab home or passed out on her couch.
Her coffee was mostly black, just a little cream and sugar to sweeten it to her liking. She'd have just a few hours to herself, get herself together, and face Jungkook without even batting an eye. What happened never happened, she'd erase it from her mind and move on just as she always has. They were never worth getting caught up on. They probably weren't thinking much of her either. Men momentarily took her heart and sold her the lie that they viewed her to be just as much a woman as anyone else only for her to quickly find out that they didn't. She'd never be "woman enough" for them.
That's fine, she didn't need to prove anything to them. She didn't need a bunch of men to tell her what a woman was. It was whatever the fuck she chose it to be.
Mornings often were the only time of peace she had. She'd drink her coffee, text her mom good morning, and get ready to drive down to Jungkook's apartment to jog with him. It was the few hours of the day where she could just sit there and be okay. Being alone, she didn't have to worry about someone noticing the inconsistencies in her appearance if they looked closely enough. She didn't have to worry about being on the defensive. She was safe here in her home.
