baepsae // jungkook • book five in the BTS series •

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S E O U L

Jungkook woke up to the smell of vanilla shampoo, and her face buried in his bare chest. He tired to disjoint his limbs from hers, but she was like a massive boulder and absolutely refused to budge.

After spending twenty minutes or so trying to extricate himself from her vice-like grip, Jungkook dressed himself back to a vague sense of normalcy before heading to her bathroom. 

Made of marble and wood panels, her bathroom was a work of art. A large flower pot with an ensemble of scented plants was placed at the corner of the bath. The sink; a ceramic and mosaic masterpiece, almost made him too afraid to run the water; lest he should somehow destroy it unintentionally.

Upon finding only two toothbrushes— which he assumed were Ha Na's and her fiance's— Jungkook proceeded to squirt toothpaste on his index finger and rub it vigorously over his teeth. The crude habit aroused a distant memory; long ago, when he'd spend the night over at Taehyung's or Jin's house, and they'd take a vow to not brush their teeth in a bond of brotherhood. He chuckled bitterly. To say they were stupid would be a crass understatement.

Jungkook could hear Ha Na yawning, and he hurriedly finished his business. He wasn't sure what she'd be like now; regretful, scary, or un-bothered. He'd probably be a mixture of everything, if he was in her shoes. Maybe she'd calmly dissect the situation or throw him out of her apartment in his underwear. He shuddered at the thought.

The sound of Ha Na loudly crashing down by the side of her bed and uttering a string of expletives made Jungkook dash over. A deranged sight greeted his eyes. Ha Na on the floor, wincing in pain and massaging her rear end vigorously. He almost laughed outright, but one glare from her stifled his mirth.

"A very good morning to you too," he said hesitantly.