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12. Behavior

Jungkook 

I sat in the silent car in front of the manor after dropping off that girl Jimin was googly-eyed for. I didn't want to go inside yet because I knew I'd not be able to control myself and Jimin wasn't ready for me. Not yet. 

Turning on the engine again and playing a song on the stereo, music thumping in my veins, I looked to see the rain outside taunting me. My breath was heavy and I tried not to think about it, but a reel as if got caught in my head with her and Jimin kissing over and over and over. If I could, I'd have reached inside my skull to pluck the bloody picture out myself.

My fists were smashing into the steering wheel as I barely controlled myself from uprooting it from the car. My neck craned when Jimin switched on the yard's lights from inside the house.

I was caught, so there was no point in hiding. Taking out an exasperated breath, I got out of the vehicle to find him at the door. Walking past him silently was torture. Whatever angle from which I watched him was perfection. He glanced over his shoulder, always smelling like Gardenias, smelling like a dream. "Did you drop her alright?" His voice was charming and so soft it broke my fucking heart every damn time. 

"Yup," it was hard to answer the question. 

"Okay," he was nodding as I walked all the way over and leaned down to clean my computer desk. The long tendrils of my hair tumbled against my cheekbones, through which I chanced a peek at him. He looked absolutely worth ravishing in his white sleeveless shirt and pajamas, his silky hair parted from the middle, lips shining under the light. 

Grabbing the hard drive, I disappeared into the walk-in closet and changed into sleep clothes. In honesty, I wanted to breathe in solace and coddle my high blood pressure. 

When I walked out in a robe after a while, he was sitting by the edge of his bed. I ignored his presence and walked over to the couch, sitting on it, and then decided that I didn't want to talk at all. I turned off the lights quickly and covered myself with a blanket.

"Jungkook, I think we should talk."

"Good night, Jimin," I managed to say in as indifferent a tone as I could.

I couldn't have predicted his next move, which was turning the lights back on and snatching my blanket away. "Jimin," I protested, my tone warning him. 

"What is this childish behavior?" He was folding the blanket in his hand messily, angrily. 

"You really don't wanna talk to me about my behavior, Angel. It's better you sleep."

"I am beginning to trust you, Jungkook. Don't make me regret it. I need to know what's going on. If we are to be roommates, there shouldn't be," his lashes fluttered desperately like wings as he gestured around us. "silent treatment and awkward interactions.

"It's nothing," I stood up as well, looking at him, feeling his quickened breathing on my face. My response riled him up more. 

"You really are a child, Jungkook." He slowly let the blanket fall on the couch and turned away with resignation. 

"I am a child?!" My voice raised just a little as I grabbed his elbow and flipped him around. "So listen. This child wants to worship your every move. You have made this child obsessed. And if you look at someone with those eyes, this child," I pointed my right-hand thumb at my chest. "Wants to commit murder."

His body slackened, his jaw slightly apart as he blinked slowly, understanding the meaning of my words in full force. "Wait, you didn't hurt her... Did you?"

"That's-" I left his elbow, my left hand running over my mouth as I darted up at the ceiling, breathing to keep the outburst inward. "That's what you got from that?" I asked, unable to hide agitation from my voice. "You really should go to sleep." I slumped down, staring at a random spot. 

He turned and began sauntering towards the bed. 

Good.

I shouldn't have done or said any of that, but then again, I didn't think our first night — technically not first — would be so rudely disturbed by a woman. 

And I hated to see the uncertainty in his eyes. He has shared his paranoia with me just last night, and now I was at the receiving end of it. This wasn't the plan. The only thing I wanted to see in his eyes for me was desire. 

I stayed up all night. I could sense him twisting and turning on his bed, but that stopped after a few hours when he fell asleep.

Sighing, I sat down, worked on my laptop, and then took a stroll outside the house. It was quiet except for the rain. There was no thunder in the sky either. Perhaps the morning was going to be a little better.   

I looked at the manor in a completely new light. Of course, I'd seen it before, but living here gave me a perspective on the inside too. And about his so-called "stalker," I was getting myself ready, familiarising myself with everything that Jimin had mentioned. I could take help from my family to seek the bastard out on an immediate basis, having your brother working in the FBI was always an advantage, but said brother didn't need to know about my personal endeavors. I didn't want to tell my family about Jimin.

The moment I got my bare hands on him, I would only stop after twisting his neck. I was also coming to understand that something was really wrong with Jimin. He must have had a trauma so horrifying that it's traumatizing him even now. With his fighting skills, he shouldn't be running away scared. He should know better and retaliate. But like I said, I needed to know what was going on in his head. 

The rain stopped and after a few minutes, the morning light nicked the thick clouds. This was the time I usually woke up to do my chores, plan my days, and go shopping, but starting today, my schedule was changing. 

I went back inside the house and watched his figure under the blanket. I couldn't resist walking towards the bed. He slept like an angel too. There was too much tranquility on his face, his chest rising slowly and fully, away from all worries. I hoped he was having a good dream.

He had made a list of items that weren't needed urgently, but eventually, so I decided that I should go grocery shopping. Taking out the list from his fridge, I took his car keys and drove away. 

I have made a claim to my car company. They had picked it up from Pinna 11, but the repair and servicing were going to take at least four days. I was either on my own or reliable on Jimin. And I loved the latter. At least it gave me an excuse to spend some time with him. 

Retrieving the items from three different shops, I bought flowers and got ready to drive back home. On my way back, I thought I saw a truck behind me, which suddenly disappeared. It appeared again once. I considered the two times as a coincidence, but after driving for just half a mile, when I uncovered it tailing me again, I turned the car so quickly that it skidded, the wheels creating noise as it happened, and hurried towards the truck which was coming my way. 

The driver pushed the brakes quickly, probably confused by my action. He took a moment to take the decision and then clumsily turned around, speeding away. If I didn't want to miss Jimin waking up, I'd have followed the fucker, but at least I got the number plate. 

When I returned, Jimin woke up to the sound of the door opening and closing. He looked confused for a beat finding me there but then settled. As he sat up, a blanket draped over his torso while he rubbed his palms to his face, I sat down a little far from him on the same bed. "Good morning, Angel," I smiled widely. 

His hands then went on to roll his messy hair up in place while looking at me with those puffy eyes and lips. "Good morning, Jungkook," his voice heavy as he blinked at the flowers I extended. "What are these for?"

"Sorry for being an asshole yesterday," I apologized with a bigger smile, crinkling my nose a little. 

He laughed, the tension lines on his forehead straightening as he accepted the flowers.