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𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙄𝙓𝙏𝙀𝙀𝙉: 𝙇𝙄𝙑𝙀 𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝙏𝙊 𝘿𝙄𝙀
IT KEEPS GETTING COLDER BY THE DAY. Jungkook isn't prepared for the day the winter passes and it'll begin to get warm again. To be fair, he isn't prepared for a lot of things in life. He was still young and in the grand scheme of things, he's experienced so little.
Andrea was entirely and completely alien to him, but somehow not unfamiliar in any way. Everything about her was just as he expected it to be on the surface. Not to say she was "like the other girls", no one girl was like another. But there was something so uniquely extraordinary about her that makes her stick out like a sore thumb.
And he's seen it. He's seen what made her different from the rest and he wasn't scared off by it. Jungkook was entering a world unknown to him which blurs the line which creates the distinction between man and woman. He's forced to reevaluate what his definition of the two genders are and open his eyes to a part of society he's never cared to peek his head into.
Andrea opted to not even recognize what happened between them. Every single time it stared her in the face with the reality that he was inside her and they both liked it maybe too much, she'd turn her head and never acknowledge it the way Jungkook was. She was intent on keeping everything strictly professional. No dinner, no drinks, nothing. They train, then they go home, nothing more.
"You're getting better at dodging." A compliment to his improvement left her lips and told Jungkook that maybe, at some point they'd return to their once bantering glory. For some inexplicable reason, he didn't want that. Why would they go back to what they once were when they could go on to be something better?
For some reason, so unknown to him that it made him all the more interested, his fascination with Andrea didn't disappear after fucking her. Jungkook hasn't had a crush in years, more like temporary affections. He thought crushes were a thing of his adolescence when every girl he saw was going to be his future wife. He's grown up since then, learned that most in his life would come and go like a gentle breeze and he's be done with it.
Well, Andrea was more like a hurricane. It wouldn't just come and go without taking down a few buildings with it.
She was wearing the sports bra again. The one that seemed to barely be able to contain her breasts and accentuated the curvature of her body. Her sweatpants today were black and obviously a bit too big for her as they kept sliding low on her hips.
Was she purposely trying to tempt him? It couldn't be as she had made it very clear that what happened couldn't happen again, but here she was, wearing the same bra on the night they fucked with pants that are basically falling down her legs.
Andrea waved a glove in his face when he didn't respond. He just sat there, staring with a blank vapidness to his gaze. Had she broken him? Maybe a little bit. Nothing irreparable or permanent she hoped. She didn't want his affections and yet, she did all at the same time. She was inherently self-destructive, wanting all the things she couldn't have not only with the knowledge that it would break her heart but with the purpose of it being to break her heart. Andrea wanted hurt, she wanted pain in the hopes that maybe one day the pain would be enough to make her learn her lesson.
