Friendships Desires and Secrets

Drunk on You

Bzzzz bzzzzz.

Amy wrinkled up her nose, furrowing her brows irritatedly at the sound. She sighed and rolled slightly in the large bed. She was in that sweet place between dreaming and awake. He was holding her, then calling her. He was beside her, then inside her as she straddled his lap. She heard herself moan, felt his lips burning her neck.

Bzzzz bzzzzz

"UuuH No!" Amy yelled into the dark. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked around the apartment. The unfamiliar yet known space around her, felt somehow very empty. Devoid of life. There was a heavy feeling in her chest, not unlike the feeling of unshed tears building up. Was she still dreaming? No. She realized that she had come down and this was just a bit of the void. She had read about subspace and sub-downing so many times but never thought to experience it herself. Tears started to spring in her sleepy eyes, and she willed the feeling away. She had nothing to be sad about.

Bzzzz bzzzzz

She jumped and lifted Jungkook's leather jacket to her nose, inhaling the scent. Leather, a fabric softener type scent, soft notes of cologne and him. She fumbled around in the pockets till she found his flip phone, stuffing the waded paper and thousand or so won back in where it came from. Her brows knit together, troubled that he would forget his phone and suddenly wondering how long he had been gone.

She popped open the screen, thankful that the time was displayed brightly against the background picture of a Kawasaki motorcycle. 3:34 AM. He had been gone a long time. She could see multiple notifications and wondered that they hadn't woken her much sooner. She swiped up on the screen and the phone popped up a scan symbol. She closed the phone and set it on the table beside the bed.

Amy lay back down and stare at the device. It vibrated again as though it knew it were being observed. She lay for several minutes in the dark, then got up to get her own phone. She sent Tara and Alex a message.

(A) If either of your men have the number to JKs parents, please let them know that he left his phone at home.

She thought about the text for a moment then sent another.

(A) strike that. They may not know about us and that wouldn't be the best way to find out.

She sighed and tossed her phone on the bed. He would have to come back and get it, which means cutting the visit with his family short. She was just debating on getting up and going home. She didn't live too far and could call a cab, but the thought of leaving the tidy apartment, brought back that heavy feeling. She sighed.

Amy tried to lay back down, pulling the jacket back over her so she could smell him with every breath. It calmed her but did not bring sleep back to her.

Minutes turned into an hour. Amy finally resolved to go home. She didn't have anything to do there except talk to her plant, study for the upcoming semester or wash laundry, but she had nothing to do in his apartment. She finally got up and turned all the lights on.

In the kitchen, she found a single cup coffee maker and after choosing one from the stand, she located a mug and made herself a cup. She put her tee-shirt and pink lace panties back on while she waited and when it was done, she sat at the little dining table in front of the sink counter. She had seen this space, but from the other side. He had done a lives here.

She was about halfway through the cup, letting it warm her up. She had found a warm spot in the floor and had snugged her feet against it. She knew that if she ever got back to the states, she would definitely miss heat in the floors.

From the small hallway, there was a crashing sound, then the rattle of keys. She looked up, startled. Too early for housekeeping services. It had to be Jungkook.