Fuck it, ILY

Boxing

The piercing ring of my phone shattered the peaceful silence, dragging me from the depths of a dreamless sleep. It was the kind of sound that felt almost physical, slicing through the soft cocoon of my slumber and into my very bones. My hand, still heavy with sleep, fumbled across the nightstand, searching blindly for the source of the disturbance. When I finally managed to grab it, I squinted at the screen, trying to focus my blurry vision.

Yubin's name blared brightly, mocking me with its untimely presence. A sigh escaped my lips, thick with the remnants of sleep and irritation. "Seriously?" I thought, the weight of the early hour sinking in. "6 a.m.? This bitch..." The words tumbled out in a grumble, as if the mere act of speaking them aloud could somehow convey my exasperation to her through the phone. Without a second thought, I hung up the call, the soft click of the button bringing a small, momentary sense of victory. The phone slipped from my grasp, landing somewhere on the bed as I dragged myself up into a sitting position.

I rubbed my eyes, the world around me still a haze. Slowly, as if emerging from a fog, my surroundings began to sharpen into focus. And that's when it hit me—this wasn't my bedroom. The realization was like a splash of cold water, jolting me fully awake. My heart fluttered in my chest as the memories of the previous night came rushing back, each one more vivid than the last. "Oh, right... I got married last night."

The words hung in the air, both strange and familiar, as I glanced around the room, trying to piece together the fragments of my new reality. This was Jungkook's room—our room, now, I supposed. My eyes fell on the empty mattress on the floor. It was neatly made, as if Jungkook had woken up hours ago, his presence already a faint echo in the stillness. I wondered where he was, what he was doing.

But first things first. I reluctantly slipped out of the warm embrace of the bed, my feet touching the cool floor as I made my way to the bathroom. The routine act of washing up grounded me, bringing a sense of normalcy to the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my mind.

As I emerged from the bathroom, slightly more awake and a bit more put together, I noticed it. The air in the room was sweet, almost sugary, like a bakery at dawn when the first batch of pastries is just beginning to bake. It was so unexpected, so unlike what I had imagined. I took a deep breath, letting the scent envelop me as I began to take in the details of the room.

Everywhere I looked, there were small, personal touches—Iron Man figures standing guard on the shelves, plushies nestled among the pillows, a karaoke set waiting eagerly in the corner. A pack of ramen sat beside an electric kettle, ready for a quick meal at a moment's notice.

A smile tugged at my lips as I took it all in. "He's such a foodie,"  I mused, the thought bringing a warmth that spread through my chest. But then my eyes caught sight of something that made my heart skip a beat—dog food, neatly arranged in a bucket near the snacks.

"Wait... Does that mean there's a dog here?" The thought sent a shiver down my spine. "Oh no, I hate dogs..." The words slipped out, barely a whisper, as my mind raced with the implications. A dog. In this house. The very idea was enough to make me want to flee, to escape before I had to confront the reality of sharing my space with a creature I had always avoided.

I moved quickly, deciding that the best course of action was to explore the rest of the house before any canine encounters could occur. As I stepped out of the room, the silence of the house enveloped me, a stark contrast to the lively energy that had filled it just the night before. The morning light was beginning to filter through the large windows, casting a soft, golden glow over everything it touched.

The mansion was breathtaking, each corner a testament to elegance and grandeur. I tiptoed down the hallway, my bare feet barely making a sound against the polished floors. The décor was sophisticated, each piece carefully chosen to create a harmonious blend of luxury and comfort. It was a space that spoke of history and tradition, yet there was a warmth to it, a sense of belonging that I couldn't quite put into words.