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4. A red car

Jimin

I tucked myself under my blanket from all sides and breathed in relief.

The lamp beside the couch was turned on and Jungkook was reading something, a book with a yellow cover, the title not visible from my vantage. 

I breathed heavily again, secretly thankful for the company. I had a feeling I wasn't going to get much sleep tonight. His presence still didn't change the fact that I wasn't going to sleep even now. I still didn't trust him, but at least I felt secure. 

I remained unmoving on the bed for a long. He also moved barely while elucubrating, but in his unrelenting way, he glanced towards my bed now and then. I blanched at first when his gaze fell in my direction, but my lights were off and the black must've been dissolving everything into one big pool of tar. Was this the reason Jungkook didn't fear the darkness? He couldn't have seen me stare right back at him. I felt like my own stalker, looking through black. The frustration built from the idiocy.

He had a smug look on his face as he took off his shirt and threw it over the couch. I took in a deep breath and let it out, my cheeks getting hot. The temperature here always stayed in a pleasant range of not searing and quite not cold, and one only needed to sleep with a light blanket. He, however, hadn't touched the blanket, which was still softly folded on the snack table.

"Good night, Jimin," he laughed, and I sat up on the bed so quickly that my bones cracked. 

"Can you see me?" I voiced.

"No," He was giggling ridiculously. "But I didn't think you were asleep."

"Good night then." I slurred in a diminished way, my voice dwindling. Jungkook had asked if I liked scotch at the dinner, claiming that he'd seen bottles in my kitchen. When I acquiesced, he'd asked if he could use some alcohol to practice mixing. He apparently got a part-time job at the bar, where he was supposed to serve cocktails. I allowed it, and now I watched as I settled in the drunk stupor of The Sassenach, my Scottish whiskey, while he decided to keep the lights on before deciding to doze off. 

At least, I'd be able to keep an eye on him at all times now. 

The rain had subdued a bit outside, but it was still constantly drizzling. 

The clock ticked away and my eyes kept boring at Jungkook. I stared at him long enough to fall into a trance. He was fast asleep after a few minutes, unwilling to be afraid of me. I could've done some damage to him for all he knew, but no. He was curled up like a baby. 

No. I wasn't going there again. To abash me by comparing me to him. 

I kicked away the blanket and sighed, the pressure inside my skull building to the explosion. He took my mind off things, but now that he was asleep, I felt like I should investigate more.

I didn't know if he was a light sleeper. Either way, I needed an emergency excuse in case I got caught while snooping. On lithe feet, I walked near him, or more specifically, towards his bag, which was on the floor, supported by the couch. I picked it with ease and the excitement and fear started propelling adrenaline all over my veins.

It was unzipped and I spotted a box of muffins inside. It made me suddenly laugh and I silenced my voice by pushing a palm over my mouth. I was jerked down with full force and collided with a naked chest, Jungkook's right hand on my elbow, and one moving my hair away from my eyes. "Bad Jimin. Bad, bad Jimin. You shouldn't snoop."

Instead of feeling any kind of embarrassment, I noticed his shining irises the color of dark coffee, not black like I'd thought, and left one with a golden freckle so small, it looked like a reflection of an object. His breath intoxicated to my sense, his lips wet with spittle and I saw clearly how insatiable he was. This was how I imagined the devil must have looked like.