Unexpected - Jeon Jungkook

Chapter 19

After a restless night of tossing and turning, you find yourself back in your master bathroom, glaring at yourself in the reflective surface of the bathroom mirror. Your hair is still dry from the night before given that you only washed your body this morning. You have small hints of makeup strategically painted across your features to enhance your natural looks, something that you instinctually did after brushing your teeth.

You carefully pull your hair down from the loose bun sitting atop your head, watching as your strands cascade onto your shoulders. You smile at your reflection, thankful for the soft naturally pinky complexion of your cheeks alongside the mascara to enhance your eyes and the soft pigment across your lips. You look soft, a sight that Jungkook would surely welcome if he actually chose to follow through with his threat of coming to ruin your morning.

Your eyes shift down to your attire, suddenly realizing that you have clothes on for comfort, not for looks. You nibble on your lip as you contemplate your choice of clothing, pulling against the waistband of your fleece pajama bottoms to check which underwear you currently have on. You glance back at your reflection, groaning as you turn to venture toward your dresser to find something more appealing.

The black lace fabric of your favorite bra and pantie set catches your gaze as you contemplate whether or not you should change. You grab the balconette bra, holding it up as you imagine Jungkook's reaction to your chest in such a number. The thought of Jungkook reminds you that all of this effort is going into making sure you look good for the man that has pranked you since your arrival. "Why do I even care?" You groan, tossing the bra back into the drawer.

Just as you go to push it to shut, you sigh as you give into your mild insecurities, snatching up the bra and the matching panties as you stomp your feet in defeat, knowing you were vastly overthinking this supposed morning visit he threatened to pay you. For all you knew, he could've completely moved on from the thought after a long night spent saving people's lives.

Despite your inner turmoil, you change into the set, covering it with a simple black t-shirt and a pair of your comfiest jean shorts. You look at yourself in the mirror, noticing your figure is completely swallowed by the material of your shirt. "Y/n, stop stressing. This is stupid." You complain to yourself, ignoring the urge to compulsively go pick a new shirt to better flatter you. "It's JK. Who cares what he thinks?"

As you start walking away from the bathroom vanity, you start tugging on the fabric at the bottom of your shirt, twirling it between your fingers as you tie it into a knot that rests against your hip. "There." You groan to yourself, completely annoyed with how invested you suddenly became in your appearance. Jungkook fucked you in your kitchen randomly and you never cared what he thought of you, why was it suddenly bothering you so much?

You walk out into your living room, admiring the way the natural sunlight illuminated the space as you moved toward the kitchen. You instantly seek out your coffee maker, plucking a pod from the display beside it as you turn on the machine, ready for a boost of caffeine to help gain some of your energy back.

The coffee maker slowly hums as the water becomes hot, allowing you just enough time to grab your favorite mug from the cabinet and place it beneath the spout. Your eyes shift toward the clock, noticing that it was almost ten o' clock. Jungkook's shift was from nine to nine, leaving you to ponder his intentions upon his return home since the hospital was only a fifteen-minute drive from your complex.

You let out a breathy laugh of disappointment, rolling your eyes as you turn your attention to the refrigerator. You might as well get your day started, feeling upset for concerning yourself so much with thoughts of Jungkook. You ponder your selections, debating what seems appealing to your tastebuds.