"It's just on the right here" you mumbled upon reaching the second floor of your building. Jungkook quietly stood behind you, watching you unlock your apartment door that certainly looked like it should have been replaced a good few years ago. "Breathe, (Y/N). It's just coffee..." you coached yourself – feeling Jungkook's eyes on you as you opened your door quickly and took a step inside.
Unfortunately, it was right then in that moment that Jungkook had become so distracted by you, that he forgot something he should never have forgotten. Humans generally knew nothing about the true nature of Vampires, for they were nothing more than fictional horror stories to get their adrenaline pumping. But one notion that humans did have correct in books and movies was the fact that; a Vampire cannot enter a human's home, without their consent. Conversely, humans also could not enter a Vampires domain without full permission from said Vampire – but that was currently not the predicament Jungkook was facing.
Jungkook quickly cleared his throat, trying to come up with a way to get you to verbally invite him in without looking like a complete and utter fool. You stood up straight after removing your shoes, turning round to him and wondering why on earth he was still outside in the hallway.
"Is everything okay?" you asked slowly, concerned that he had possibly changed his mind upon seeing the interior state of the building.
"...are you sure it's okay for me to come in? I don't want to...impose on you" Jungkook gave you a dishevelled look of desperation that made your head feel fuzzy.
"Of course you're not imposing! Don't worry – its fine!" you replied – but Jungkook needed to hear specific words for the ancient law of trust to allow him to enter your home. "Maybe this is a bad idea, I shouldn't have given her a ride home, what on earth am I doing?"
"Sir, please. I invited you in for coffee – I wouldn't have asked you if I thought you were imposing on me. Please, come inside." You stood back a little to give him room to join you in the small entrance area. Upon hearing the magic words, Jungkook felt the invisible guard around your home drop before him, allowing him to step inside without self-imploding. He knew of the damage an un-welcomed Vampire could cause. Not only would he have essentially taken his own life, but he would have taken you and everyone else in the vicinity with him to the afterlife in the blink of an eye.
"I don't have any slippers big enough for you...I'm sorry" you looked down at his larger feet covered by his black socks.
"Socks are quite alright, don't worry so much, (Y/N)" he gave you a gentleman-like smile after closing your door behind him – noticing that the chain put there for your safety was practically hanging by a thread.
"Alright well, please make yourself at home! Oh – and by the way..." you trailed off as you walked into your main living space, seeing Mugsy perched on the windowpane and glaring at you like he usually did with his blackened eyes. "My cat, Mugsy...he kind of, doesn't do well with people – me included. He might be a little..." you tightened your bottom lip, grimacing at Jungkook who was now standing right beside you, taking in your entire home.
"It's fine, I have an excellent lawyer. If Mugsy commits any grievous bodily harm to me, you'll get a letter in the post" Jungkook looked at you sternly, before replacing his cold features with an angelic smile that seemed to make the lights in your apartment shine brighter. You scoffed, chuckling to yourself while you thought, "Wow, so he DOES have a sense of humour? A warped one at that..."
Jungkook nodded at you while he made his way across your small living room before taking a seat right in the middle of your sofa. You couldn't help but feel like he was scrutinizing and analysing every single aspect of your life now – as everything you had to your name was laid out in front of him. From the books on their shelves, to the patterned rug your grandmother gave you as a housewarming gift, Jungkook was able to gauge just what type of life you lead. Seeing him sit in your humble home felt both wrong and right. On one hand, he was like a piece of fine art that should be treasured in a prestigious museum - not a run down apartment block. But on the other hand, seeing him before you in your own home warmed your heart and made your insides feel fuzzy.
