THE MOON HAVE EYES || JIKOOK ✅

9.

THIRD'S POV

What the hell are you doing?

Jungkook's actions dumb
founded him on many levels
as he drove past Jimin's
house for the third time.

Party goers littered the front
lawn and music blared from inside the house.

Had he been stupid enough
to join the festivities, it
would be akin to a lamb
walking itself to slaughter.

Fortunately, He retained
enough smarts to keep his distance.

Why he was here at all
was a mystery.

Did he hope to catch a
glimpse of the quarterback?

If so—why?

Jimin had made it painfully heartbreakingly transparent
that he didn't want him
at his party.

So, why was it so fucking
hard to drive away and not
look back... literally and figuratively?

He had no answers and
didn't understand why,
when he pulled up to the stop sign at the end of Jimin's
street, he continued to turn
left and circle the block for another drive-by.

Each time, he'd intended
to turn right and go home.

But it was like the car had a
will of its own, consistently bringing him back to his crush.

Former crush.

After the encounter in the parking lot yesterday
afternoon, He no longer
clung to fantasies about the quarterback; he was a douche bag like all the others.

So, why the hell are you
hanging around his house
like a lovesick fool?

Or stalker.

Stalker was starting to
feel more accurate.

On his fourth drive-around, he parked across the street, his
car camouflaged among the other vehicles in the darkness.

He sat in the quiet car,
listening to the tick of the engine, the warmth of the
heater fading as the winter
cold crept in.

He gripped the steering wheel and stared out the driver's
side window at the party.

A knot formed in his throat
and he laid his head back and closed his eyes and for a moment, imagined that
Jimin really had invited him...

really wanted him there...

For all the right reasons.

I thought you were done fantasizing about the
"douche bag".

Why wasn't he? What was keeping the guy in his head?

Maybe it just took sometime
for his heart and mind to
let go.

Maybe visiting the club again would cleanse Jimin from his system and he would walk
out of there with a refreshed heart and the will to move on.

But what will you do until
then?

Keep thinking about him?

Jungkook didn't want to
think about him—not even
for a few more days but he
didn't know how to stop.

Why couldn't his fantasies
have been strictly sexual?

With no emotions attached,
it was easier to walk away.

Or so he assumed.

Maybe not.

His encounter with the
stripper was all sexual and
even he had lived in his
head for the last two years.