Stuffing a hand in his pocket, he tilted his head. Biting the corner of his lip, he took a thorough overview of her body before looking back at her teary honey orbs.
She felt chills, watching that obnoxious deadliness in his oceanic orbs. He started...
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Driving into the loft, he barely parked the car before turning off the ignition and stepping out. The sun glowed brightly in the blue sky. Fresh morning air filled his lungs as he made his way inside the house.
"Good morning, Sir."
The maids who were cleaning the floor greeted him, prompting a curt nod as he continued to stride towards the direction of his room. Opening the door, he threw his coat onto the sofa and walked inside with his slightly clenched jaw, heading straight to the bathroom.
His steps halted for a moment as he looked around the room, noticing something unusual. His usually cold and quiet room was engulfed in a strange warmth and was exceptionally neat and clean. How was that possible when he was coming back after almost two days? Shrugging off the thoughts, he fished out his phone and wallet, tossing them onto the mattress before stepping into the bathroom.
His brows slightly furrowed when an unfamiliar scent of something soft like Jasmine and fruits tickled his senses. Now, why the hell is his bathroom smelling like that? He scowled, assuming it had something to do with his mother. He walked towards the sink while unbuttoning his shirt.
The reflection of his dark eyes stared back at him through the mirror as the memories of last night flooded his mind. Her teary honey-brown eyes flashed before him, and his grip on the sink tightened as he gritted his teeth, shutting his eyes. She wanted this. All of this for herself. She wanted those tears, that pain. She chose to be with that bastard, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. He wouldn't force her, not if she chose someone else over him.
Opening his bloodshot eyes, he took off his sweat-soaked shirt as his whole body was reeking of sweat and alcohol. He had gone to his penthouse after she told him to leave and was drinking the whole night but still hadn't slept a wink. Her thoughts were all over his mind, and he couldn't get them off his head.
No matter how hard he tried to convince himself that she was not his anymore, he just couldn't stop thinking about her. It felt like he had no purpose in life anymore. She had been in every single dream he had ever seen, and now, all those dreams were worthless without her. He was feeling lost, and his life had become colorless without her.
Scoffing in self depreciation, he ran a hand through his hair and decided to take a shower to calm down his racing thoughts but just as he turned around, the door of his shower room opened which made his entire body freeze.
A completely naked girl walked out of the shower room, humming a melody, closing the door while tucking her hair. Then she looked up and,
"Arghhhh!!!!"
"WHAT THE FUCK!!" Jungkook groaned as he quickly turned around and how he wished he wouldn't because as soon as his turned around, his eyes fell on the mirror and he didn't want to but his eyes unintentionally fell on her naked private parts because the stupid girl was still screaming instead of covering herself.
