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The rain had slacked up significantly by the time everyone made it back to the loft. Mysteriously, Hoseok and Jimin had been right behind the luna and alpha but hadn't come into the house when they did. So imani was left to endure Jungkook's wrath for a few minutes on her own.
Although he wasn't saying much, she could deter h the anger in his moments. The way he swung his bedroom door opened and walked in before her. Imani was lost despite having been sleeping with him for almost a month now. His room was dark until he turned on the lamp, and even then he hadn't said a word.
Imani could only sigh and sit on the edge of the bed, beginning to take off her boots. He didn't want to talk and she hadn't much to say. She didn't regret going out. She felt the most free she had felt in weeks. It was worth all of the humiliation - as weird as it sounded.
"You need to shower. You smell like men." Jungkook mumbled not so gently from the dresser. Imani frowned as her left boot hit the floor. She looked up at him from beneath her lashes as she went to take off the other.
"You don't have to be so rude about it." She says under her breath. Scoffing, Jungkook snatched out one of his t-shirts before tossing it on the bed.
"Imani, your responses really aren't needed right now. Just do what I ask of you."
Jungkook couldn't remember the last time he had felt this way. He wasn't as angry as he was disappointed. But disappointment was worse than anger in his opinion. Growing up in the environment that he did, having someone be disappointed in you was shameful. A really horrible fucking feeling.
He hoped that imani felt embarrassed. If she did, he would know. But she would try her hardest to hide it because her pride was just that fucking high.
He didn't understand why he had to get such a hardheaded mate. One who had an even stronger attitude than he did. One who gave him a run for his money and kept him on his toes. If she could go far enough as to go clubbing , he could only imagine just what else she would do to spite him.
Now that made him angry. He didn't respect her. Perhaps Jungkook had been too lenient with her before.
"I know what you're thinking." Imani said, standing from the bed with her boots. She went over to the closet and carelessly slid them inside before closing the door and leaning against it.
Jungkook clenched his jaw as he slid off his jacket. The alpha was burning up for some reason. He too needed to shower. But he wanted imani to go first.
"I didn't go to the club to upset you. I went because I was going crazy inside of this loft, Jungkook. I don't know who I am anymore. Hell, I forgot I could even dance. I don't regret it." She said sternly.
This was a complete 180 from earlier. When he had her held up against a wall, covered completely by his eyes and shadows...
Ignoring her, Jungkook slides his fingers through his hair. Imani watches the way his arms flex, the way his tattoos dance on his tanned skin. She hated how attractive he was. She hated how she was attracted to him by default. This would take some getting used to.
