Low Stress: Puppy-Love (Jikook)

Chapter One: Cycles

"Jungkook. What's that?" Madison Lee, a beautiful Korean American girl with cascading black hair and a scatter of freckles, said. Her fingers pausing the motion of unbuttoning Jungkook's pants. Her thighs were straddling Jungkook's own while her pink nails, each with a small white flower design painted on them, rested against the tattooed sleeve of his arm. 

Jungkook watched as her heart shaped lips dipped into a frown before her eyes narrowed on his nightstand.

He brought his hands to his girlfriend's back, brushing under the band of her red bra. Jungkook leaned up on the bed, drawing his lips to her neck in the spot that usually made her curl into him. "Madison, please. Let's not fight tonight." He whispered into her, nose brushing against her skin and breathing in the lilac scent of her perfume. She saved it for special occasions, wearing a rose scented one otherwise.

If Jungkook was honest, the lilac caused his head to spin worse than the rose. He was sensitive to floral perfumes - or at least the two his girlfriend wore. But he'd spray her expensive bottle over every inch of himself and would pour the rest down his throat before he ever admits that to her. They agreed to a month ago not to fight as much and something as small as perfume wasn't worth the tidal wave that would follow. She could wear whatever she wanted, and he'd learn to like it. Didn't matter that he changed his favorite aftershave for the exact same reason - she said the pinewood scent made her head hurt.

"Jungkook. Stop." Madison says, tilting away and Jungkook pulled back. His shoulders slacked onto the bed, and he ran a hand down his face before looking up at her. Madison wasn't necessary a tall person, but her energy fills in the space her body can't. Quiet rage was battering behind her dark eyes as she looked inside his half-opened nightstand drawer.

Shit. He'd meant to close that before he'd left to pick her up for dinner.

"You said you quit." She said, words quipped. Jungkook's body felt heavy as he shifted her off of him and closed the drawer filled with half empty cigarette boxes.

"We had a good day today. Please, let's not do this." Jungkook said, now sitting at the edge of his mattress. He tried to reach for her shoulder, but she twisted out of the touch.

"You're unbelievable, you know that?" Madison said, getting off the bed and grabbing her shirt from the ground. She threw it over her head then starting to tame her hair into a braid with a scowl.

Jungkook could only sigh, shaking his head. They were so close to having a peaceful night. So close.

"I'm trying, Madi, but I can't quit smoking overnight. You only told me it bothers you last week, how can you expect me to be over it now?"

"It's not about the cigarettes, Jungkook."

Jungkook took in a long breathe. So much for not fighting. "Of course it's not. If it's not cigarettes, it's how I dress or how I talk to your friends or my aftershave or that my bed isn't big enough or-"

"No. You don't get to turn this on me." Madison's rage slipped from her tight fists into her voice. "You don't get to make me the bad guy here. A whole drawer of them? Really? If you couldn't quit, then you should have said when I first asked instead of lying to me. Was that what this date was today? You take me out today to that crazy dinner and that expensive ass bar and you what - were going to fuck me after so I forget I ever asked about it?"

Jungkook shook his head. He shouldered past her to grab his clothes and put them on. She scoffed, watching him dress.

He couldn't begin to decipher how this had turned on him. What part had he lied about? He was trying to stop. Jungkook never said he'd thrown every cigarette out, but that didn't mean he was chain smoking in his room every chance he got. He just had a bad habit of buying a new cigarette box before finishing an old one.