JENNIE
Jennie's shift had ended. After a rough afternoon, all she wanted to do was go home and relax in her tub. Oh no, she wasn't rich with a lavish bathroom. With just her mother around, who lived half way across the world - although willing to help her daughter in anyway
- and two brothers, also across the world, with one deceased father, she didn't want to worry them or trouble them.
Uncle Frank paid her just enough to get through the weeks. He even offered to look after her some more, but she loved the feeling of being independent. It just so happened that Uncle Frank knew the owner of the building she lived in, which scored her a nice little apartment, for a good price that was easily accessible from her University and her job.
"Time for you to go darling, let Jack take you home, just to be safe", Uncle Frank sighed.
"No! No! It is fine, it's only a 5 minute walk along the main road Uncle Frank, it's honestly no need. Besides, I am very sure that our Jackson has a date tonight!", Jennie winked at Jackson, as he blushed.
"I should walk you hom-".
"No! Go to your date!", Jennie laughed running out the door.
She heard the bell of the cafe door, "I'll get you back cupcake!", yelled Jackson.
Jennie laughed, Uncle Frank and Jackson was just what she needed after the days events. She wrapped up her coat in the cold Christmas weather, still petrified to her core. His eyes was all she could see. Staring at her. Deep into her soul. She felt fear creep up her spine. Never had she been so scared. He KILLED people. Of course most didn't believe it, but she did. His eyes said it all. She slowly walked down the street, giving her last lot of change to Greg - the homeless man at the edge of the alleyway. She felt for him. She really did and even offered to him her couch, but he refused. Her kindness was enough for him.
Although late at night, there were people still chattering around observing the christmas lights. She smiled, trying to calm her nerves.
Nothing will happen, she thought to herself.
Slowly making her way down the street she stopped suddenly. Looking up from her scarf and wooly hat, she peered around herself.
"What is wrong with you girl, get a hold of yourself", she muttered. She was being watched.
She felt it. The eyes on her, watching her every move. She gulped and shivered. Glancing around at the people and scenery, she tried to see who was there.
"No one", she whispered. Pacing herself quicker, she got home and rushed to unlock the door, her heart in her eyes. The eyes, she could still feel them. Pushing the door open, she ran in and slammed it shut behind her.
"No", she panted, "It's fine. He isn't here. I need to soak and relax. School and work has been way too tough".
She ripped off her coat and scarf, and walked to her room and then into the bathroom. Lighting a few candles, she stripped, goosebumps making their way up and down her body.
Running the water, she grabbed her favourite soap and poured it into the tub. She sighed in content, looking around her bathroom. She was so thankful for all she had, and her tub was definitely one of them.
Switching off the tap, she dipped her leg into the water, making sure it was the right temperature.
Scooting in slowly, she laid back and sighed in content.
What she didn't see on the opposite side of her dark bedroom, was the man sitting on her bed, watching her little stripping show.
JUNGKOOK
"I want her, and I will have her. She is mine to claim". Jungkook possessively growled whilst holding Namjoon's collar.
"Calm down man, I have never seen you like this before!".
