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You roll over, clawing at the vacant bedsheets across from you in desperation.
Being alone and cold was becoming a recurring theme for you and Jungkook.
So where is he now?
Dance practice.
At 11pm.
You outwardly groan, pulling the pillow between your legs and using Jungkook's cologne-reeking pillow as your own. You quickly pull the thick comforter over you, forming a mess of blankets around yourself.
Of course you still hadn't gotten the heater fixed. That was why you disabled it in the first place.
Letting out a greatly exaggerated yawn, discarding your little castle of blankets and pillows. You stand, dressed in Jungkook's white hoodie and a pair of shorts. You were never one for wearing any form of pants to bed, even if it was freezing.
The house still had a few lamps on, since you anticipated sleep not being in your future. Even if you did, Jungkook is usually the last one to go to bed on your free days, so he locks the doors and turns off the lights, etc.
You hobble into the kitchen mindlessly, searching for anything to do while you waited for Jungkook to get home. You finally take a seat at the kitchen table, pressing the heel of your hand against your cheek.
You don't want to read.
You don't want to doodle.
You want Jeon Jungkook to hurry up and cuddle you.
As if on que, the front door clicks as it's unlocked, open swiftly. You perk up, getting off the chair and emerging from the kitchen.
A sweaty Jungkook only glances at you, before dropping his duffel bag and kicking off his shoes.
"Hey, Kook." You greet quietly. He only grunts, turning his back to you and making his way towards the bathroom to shower.
"Nice to see you too." You mumble, sitting back down to wait for your boyfriend to be done with his shower.
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He didn't take long, before he entered the kitchen with damp hair, dressed in a simple white t-shirt and sweatpants.
"How was practice?" You ask, trying to seem as loving and interested in his day as possible. You were interested, but his previous greeting--or lack thereof--was sitting with you weird.
"Fine." He grumbles, pulling a waterbottle out of the refrigerator.
"Are you upset with me?" You stand, looking up at him. He stops chugging water, spinning the cap back onto the bottle.
"Are you always so persistent?" He demands sourly, scowling at you. You flinch at his tone, staring up at him with wide eyes. He's never snapped at you like that before....
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bts oneshots ✓ [completed]
Fanfiction❝ Love is complicated concept. It won't be the same everyday until the end. It can be a chore. It can be tiring. You'll want to give up. Move on. Find someone new. But I promise you, darling. Stay, and I'll make you fall in l...