This is a story where Jungkook finds himself lumbered with a very lost, damaged and adorable boy.
Jungkook is the kind of person who keeps himself to himself, doesn't have many friends, lives alone, and cares for nothing in particular, apart from m...
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I woke up and I immediately felt the emptiness around me. Even though my eyes had just opened I knew that he...that Jimin had gone. I struggled to even get to sleep that night. The only thoughts running through my mind were about Jimin, and how worried I was. I was questioning if he and Yoongi made it to wherever they were going. It was even worse that I had no idea where he was. I felt like if I knew, then at least I could picture him smiling, but all I could picture was him crying, screaming, helplessly bawling my name to go and save him...to be his hero, but I couldn't be his hero, and it killed me to know that there was nothing I could even do. I moped into the kitchen, reaching for the coffee machine. I turned it on by the switch, and my eyes fell to the pot of Galaxy Hot Chocolate, next to a small jar of marshmallows. It reminded me of the time I first made hot chocolate for Jimin...His eyes glistened with joy as he took his first sip, but at the same time he had burned his tongue a little. He was humming in joy, but also frantically fanning his tongue. He even had a spot of whipped cream on his nose. He was so cute...and I missed his cuteness...well I missed everything about him. I had a music lesson, but I only had 5 minutes to get to it. I wasn't even ready nor did I have the motivation to go...I was supposed to finish the song I was composing, but I was planning to ask Jimin to sing it when I finished the instrumental track, but that idea didn't seem to work and at that moment everything seemed pointless. I felt like I was deflating. I was half expecting Jimin to run into the kitchen wearing my clothes like he always did, waiting eagerly for us to leave, but it wasn't going to happen... There was a sudden banging at the door that brought me back into the harsh reality I lived in. I started to make my way over to the front door, but the knocking only seemed to get louder and more constant. "OK! IM COMING!" I called out in annoyance. "Jeez calm down will you..." I complained before unlocking the door, but before I could even open the door myself it sung open and a complete stranger I had never seen in my life, violently pushed me to the side and started desperately looking around my house. "Excuse me?! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I questioned following him around my house, until I grabbed his shoulder and forced him to face me. "I said, What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I repeated and he stared into me with a cold glare.
"Don't get in my way." He growled pulling away, as he stared me down. I watched him for a few seconds as he pulled my living room apart.
"Stop it! This is my house! Who are you?! Get out!" I continued, pulling on his arm angrily.
"I said get out of my way! Or do you want to start something you can't finish!" He yelled and I was a little intimidated, but if he was looking for a fight I wasn't going to decline his offer.
"Oh I'll finish it alright! So you better leave now!" I pointed to my door as I held him in my glare. He didn't move, but he didn't say anything either. He just looked right into me, like I was nothing but a rodent who had infested someone's home. "Stop staring and fucking get out already! Or do I have to start something you can't finish?!"
