𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 & 𝗔𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 - TAEKOOK

𝗨𝗻𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿

Chapter four ;; Unpleasant encounter

Jungkook's perspective

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I settled onto the couch. Letting out a deep sigh. Everything feels so unfamiliar. I have relocated to a new dormitory, no longer able to have the comfort of seeing my parents. I miss the smell of my mom's cooking already and the sound of my dad's voice as he tells me stories from his childhood. I miss the comfort of my own bed and the feeling of safety that came with being surrounded by my family. Now, I am on my own, navigating this new chapter of my life without the constant presence of my loved ones.

I shut my eyes, only to have them reopen when I hear someone entering the dorm.

Oh.

That dude again! The one from the cafeteria, rocking that cool black leather jacket. The same guy he locked eyes with earlier.

However, what initially grabbed his attention wasn't that. It was the scent. The very scent that continues to linger in his memory. Smoke. Whether it be the aroma or appearance, Jungkook despised smoke. It changed his life forever. The memories of it destroyed the one thing he held dear, causing him to flinch at the slightest whiff of smoke. The acrid smell brings back the fear and panic he felt that fateful night, the sound of crackling flames flashing before his eyes. My heart races and my hands tremble whenever I catch a whiff of smoke, a physical reaction to the trauma I endured. Despite my best efforts to move on, the scent of smoke continues to torment him, a constant reminder of the past he can never escape. Due to it, he lost one of the thing he cherished the most.

My body was shaking uncontrollably, drenched in sweat, as the memories rushed back to me in an instant. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The images flashed before my eyes, vivid and terrifying . It was all his fault. The fear and panic that had been buried deep within me for so long now consumed me entirely. My hands trembled as I tried to steady myself, but the memories were relentless, refusing to be ignored any longer. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the flood of emotions to overwhelm threatening me. But the memories were too powerful, too raw. They clawed at my mind, tearing down the walls I had built to protect myself. The pain and anguish of the past washed over me like a tidal wave, threatening to drown me in its depths. I struggled to regain control, to push the memories back into the dark corners of my mind where they belonged. But they refused to be silenced, demanding to be acknowledged , to be felt. And so I surrendered to them, allowing myself to relive the trauma that had haunted me for so long.

I cried out, pleading for them to leave, tears falling down my cheeks one by one, longing for release. He reassured me, "It's alright, you're okay," as he approached slowly. "Please, no, leave me alone !" I pleaded, the smoke clouding my mind and intensifying with each passing moment. I quickly rose from my seat and made my way to my room, firmly shutting the door behind me. I sank to the floor, my back against the door, as tears welled up in my eyes, causing my vision to blur. I prayed that my best friend was by my side in that moment. He would have known exactly how I felt.

"It's all my fault" I mumbled, hugging my body closer. Sick of the empty feeling in his heart, with no one to share his emotions with, no one to hold him tightly and whisper comforting words, no one to kiss his worries away . Tired of the hollow sensation within his heart, devoid of anyone to confide in, no one to embrace him tightly and offer solace through gentle words, and no one to alleviate his concerns with a tender kiss. I had only experienced fleeting attractions, never reaching a deeper level of connection. My romantic journey has yet to reach any meaningful milestones. 

When will that be? He's tired of waiting.

I was taken aback by the fact that my roommate is a smoker. I had high hopes of forming a strong friendship with them, but now he's uncertain. The unmistakable smell of smoke confirms that his roommate is indeed a smoker. The embarrassment is overwhelming, to the point where he had a traumatic breakdown right in front of his roommate. What will his roommate think of him now? Jungkook even fled from his roommate as if he were some kind of parasite. He feels guilty about his reaction, but he can 't control himself. The mere scent of smoke transports him to different places, causing him to forget his surroundings. He have to confront him about his roommate's smoking habit in order for them to have a harmonious living arrangement. After all, they will be seeing each other every day as roommates.

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Short chapter. But I thought it would be better to end it off there.

Thank you so much for reading! (there's literally no one)

I hope I didn't spoil too much of Jungkook, there's still more, but you will have to wait 🥰