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𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙊𝙉𝙀: 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙃𝙐𝙍𝙏𝙎
IT'S TOO EARLY.
Dawn has come to greet her in bed and all Andrea can think is that it's too early. Not yet, she wants to stay in bed a little longer. Jungkook's scent stained her sheets, smelling like sunlight and soft giggles in the night but she found that he was no longer in bed with her. His head was no longer on her chest and short, hot breaths could no longer be felt against her sternum. His body no longer heated hers to keep her warm through the night.
It startled her awake, forced Andrea to open her eyes and see that she wasn't mistaken. Jungkook was gone from her bed and she was alone once again.
Stupid. So fucking stupid. She finds herself falling for the same tricks time and time again. It's so easy for them to convince her that they love her, it's almost pathetic. Get her to put out at least one last time before they dipped and went back to their status quo. They all see her as the same thing, a girl with daddy issues ready to open her legs for the first person to show her even an ounce of affection.
Then she hears a clatter, a sharp "fuck" coming from the outside of her room. Her brows furrow and Andrea cranes her head to the side the see that Jungkook's shirt and boxers were still on the floor. His sweatpants were gone though, must have put those on alone. There's a cutting shame that penetrates her heart, guilt seeping into her veins for having such little faith in him. No one would blame her for it, not even Jungkook. Years upon years of being treated like shit tends to make you assume the worst, doesn't it? Years of having your emotions, your trauma, taken advantage of leaves one wary of those who are genuine.
Andrea slipped out of bed, grabbing Jungkook's shirt from off the floor to put it on over her naked body. She put on his boxers too, just because she could, and left to see what all this commotion was about. The layout of her house was rather small, bunched together like the rest of Chicago, she simply rounded the corner and saw Jungkook shuffling around in her kitchen, moving between the stove and her coffee maker.
He was shirtless, obviously, she's wearing his shirt. His sweatpants sit low on his hips, revealing the dimples of Venus Andrea adored oh so much. Long, bright red claw marks marred his skin from her brutal assault on his back. There was something so charming about him, the disheveled curls on his head that stick out every which way, brushing against the nape of his neck and behind his heavily pierced ears. The amount of metal attached to his body would classify him as a lethal weapon at the airport.
"What happened?"
Jungkook hums, looking over his shoulder at her from where he was cooking on the stove. He turned around, looking even better from the front than he does in the back. He raises his right index finger with a tight smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I burned my finger on the pan." Jungkook's gaze falls to the slightly reddened tip of his finger and kissed it. He turned back to the stove and grabbed the wooden handle to her pan to flip what looked to be an omelet out on a plate with another one.
