𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 ─𝐉𝐉𝐊 (𝐊𝐓𝐇)

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Jungkook helped me getting out of his car, holding my hand in his and shoulder with the other guiding me towards his house. The members went to their home directly and said that they'd meet me soon.

Jungkook typed the passcode, the door creaked open, a sound that seemed to echo in the stillness of the house.  Dust motes danced in the thin beam of sunlight that sliced through the gloom. Years had passed since I'd last stepped foot in this place, and the years had not been kind.  The once vibrant walls, painted in a warm shade of white, were now a dull, oppressive gray.  The furniture, once brimming with life, was draped in heavy, dark fabrics that seemed to absorb all the light.

I walked through the house, each step a slow, deliberate movement.  My heart ached with a strange mixture of sadness and longing.  The house was a reflection of the man who lived within its walls, a man who had once been filled with warmth and laughter, but who now seemed to have retreated into a shell of shadows. I could see it in the stark, minimalist decor, in the absence of color, in the way the silence seemed to press down on me like a physical weight.

It was a place where memories lingered, a place where I could almost hear the echoes of our laughter, our whispered secrets, our dreams for the future.  But those echoes were now faint, almost drowned out by the oppressive silence that hung heavy in the air.

He cleared his throat, "I.. I've changed the theme"

"I c-can see that" My throat burning.

"Do you like this?" He asked, his voice hesitant.

I shook my head a little, "not really"

He bit his lips not knowing what to say.

I could smell the mere scent of the burning cigarettes. It was so little but I could smell it in the air. I wanted to ask why he started smoking, why he started doing these but the thought of that night sent a shiver through me which didn't go unnoticed by him as his grip on my shoulder tightened and he immediately asked, "you alright?"

I hummed trying to remove his hold.

"what's wrong?" His eyes confused and brows furrowed.

I met his gaze, "uh.. nothing, I just need a shower"

By his looks I could see that he wasn't convinced by my answer but he nodded anyway.

"This way" He led me to his room.

His room was a sanctuary of calm, a stark contrast to the chaos that often reigned in the rest of the house. The walls were a soothing shade of grey, a canvas for the sleek, white furniture that dominated the space. Sunlight streamed through the large window, illuminating the room in a warm, inviting glow.

There was a door which I think might be a new spacious walk-in closet, a testament to his newfound organization. The room was a reflection of his personality, a blend of practicality and style, where comfort and aesthetics coexisted in perfect harmony.  It was a space where he could unwind, where he could be himself, a sanctuary from the outside world.

"What would you like to have for breakfast?" He asked.

"uhm.. Oatmeal with some juice I guess?" I replied nervously.