America, March 22nd.
7:01 AM
THE END OF THE ANNUAL PURGE NIGHT.
Jungkook's body jolts at the sounds of the loud siren, the one that sounds just like the one that rings from the start of the Annual Purge night. The siren pierces all across America six times, and this time with the attention of sending the signal that the Purge night has officially come to an end for this year.
Jungkook furrows his brows, blinking his eyes multiple times in an effort of adjusting his sight to the light before he finds himself all curled up with the mother and the son in one bed. Both Jimin and Jungkook have laid down on both sides with Aiden being squished between the two of them. His little mouth hovering on Jimin's nipple while he sleeps, hugging his mom while being the tiny spoon for Jungkook.
Jungkook stares at both Jimin and Aiden sleepily, only been getting to sleep for only one hour as his body aches a little bit from all of the fight he has put last night in order to survive.
Or maybe, it's because he fucked Jimin's cunt for round two a little bit too hard last night.
Nonetheless, he smiles. Feeling something in his chest that his poor heart can't fathom as he tucks some of Jimin's black hair behind his ears.
Pretty, he thinks.
He can definitely get used to this.
Jungkook blinks once again, taken aback by his random subconscious thoughts before he rolls to his back, sighing while raking his hand through his messy bed hair.
For now, he just decides to ignore that as he takes his phone on the bedside table and takes himself out of the bed. His warm feet meets with the cold tiles from the air-conditioner, earning a low groan deep in his chest while he walks out of the room only in his black boxers, turning the television on and takes a glass of water in his hand after he washed his mouth, keeping himself hydrated.
America News Program
Just after 7:00 AM march 22nd, the Annual Purge has just concluded. This is your America News Program. Reports are coming in from all over the country, as police, firefighters, and paramedics take to the streets, assisting victims of last night.
Jungkook rolls his eyes annoyingly, leaning his body against the kitchen isle when his phone rings.
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True American psychos
HorrorCREATOR: jeonfucker on ao3 --------------------------- "Are you thirsty?" He asks softly, earning Jungkook's attention back to him as the younger nods. "Yeah. But there's no water here to drink, sadly. Why? Are you thirsty?" "No," Jimin whispers, mo...
