3rd Year | Jeon Jungkook

41 • Trust

This chapter contains sensitive subjects intended for mature audiences.
TW: SA
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Dinner was delicious and uneventful for everyone except the only man in the room. He was too busy drowning in his thoughts. His food was good but he was finding it hard to enjoy when he wanted something else, or rather, someone else entirely.

Like Giselle said, he couldn't keep his eyes off her. Every nose crinkle when she laughed at something particularly funny, every appearance her shallow dimples made, nothing was missed. Everything she did had his mind and his heart racing.

Had this been a few weeks ago, he would have fed himself a bullshit excuse, that his imagination was working overtime because he was hormonal and rutting because of her heat cycle. Now that she was on suppressants, that excuse was invalid. He didn't know why he was rutting, but he knew that by tomorrow, he was going to start losing his mind because of it.

The only explanation he could come up with was that his body really was having a stronger reaction to hers, like he'd said in one of their arguments. Each heat cycle he endured was more difficult than the last, and this one didn't seem to be the exception. He managed to survive through dinner but now that it was over, he needed time to sort through his thoughts. He helped Giselle clean the table, then after a quick stop in his room, he came back and gave grand-mère a kiss on her temple.

"I'm gonna go take a walk," he said. "I'll be right back."

"A walk?" Giselle frowned. "It's like 10 degrees outside."

Grand-mère wasn't fazed. She merely nodded and patted his hand that rested on her shoulder. "Ok. Take your coat."

"I will."

Fidgeting with the red lighter that was concealed in his other hand, he took long strides towards the door but heard quick steps behind him. He'd heard those footsteps for about four months, so it was no question in his mind who it was.

"Hey," Dahlia said, her tone hushed.

Grabbing his coat from the closet near the door, he looked over at her. "Whassup?"

"You ok?" She asked, her brow etched with concern. "Are you really going for a walk?"

Smiling a slanted smile, he held up his lighter. "Yeah. To my car."

"Oh... Ok," she nodded.

She remained there, her silence hanging in the air for a few seconds until he filled it. "You tryna go with me?"

She shrugged a shoulder. "Do you want me to go with you?"

'Say no,' his conscience said to him. It wasn't her fault, but her presence wasn't helping the situation he had going on internally.

"Just so we clear, I'm going to go smoke so I can get some sleep tonight," he said.

She exhaled a laugh through her nose. "I figured, from the lighter in your hand."

"Aight. Just wanted to make sure you knew. I didn't want you to get out there and then feel uncomfortable."

"Thank you but you still haven't answered my question," she smirked. "Do you want me to come with you?"

'Say no. You fucked up in the head and in your feelings right now,' his conscience said. 'You ain't ready for that kinda smoke–'

"Yeah. Come on."