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Hours after Jungkook left it felt like the worst hangover in the world. My head was pounding. My hunger prodded at me constantly. I devoured two and a half tubs of ice cream on the sofa.

I had done the right thing...right? He was technically a player- and I hate players! Who doesn't?

Although, I guess the game did make me a little happier than I was before; maybe the apartment did feel a little warmer. I know my heart beat a lot quicker than it used to. I used to worry it would slow down to a halt, with Jungkook I feared it would never stop beating hard within my chest.

I left the sofa and meandered to my bedroom. The hours had dragged by without him, like a disgruntled cat being pulled out on a walk by its owner. I hadn't even noticed the sun setting: I had been too wrapped up in drowning my sorrows in the comforting cold of ice cream.

Crawling into bed, I switched off my bedside light and pulled the covers up to my ears. I missed the warmth.

I missed him.

I woke up as slowly as I had fallen asleep, encased in an uncomfortable cover of cold air. I grabbed the cosiest jumper I could find and bundled myself into it- I was determined to keep my heart under control. We were together for six days. It was an affectionate friendship at best.

Today was the seventh day. Whenever the thought flickered across my mind I could feel my heart flinch. It didn't want this to all be over so soon. Seven days isn't long enough for anything.

Exactly. Seven days is not long enough for anything so stop trying to convince yourself there was something there. It was his job, remember? Now go back to your ice cream tub- be warned though, that won't even give you seven days, I'd give you an hour at most.

I followed my brain's orders, against the cries of my heart. Chugging coffees and finishing the last of the ice cream, the morning passed slowly.

Seven coffees, two coffees spillages, one toothpaste stain and a melted ice cream puddle later, I decided I had to start moving again.

This is it. Get it together. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Show the world what you've got. Show them-

The world apparently had something to show me; the doorbell rang. Then a voice.

"I told you I'd be back! You know what I'm going to say, Jimin!"

Ignoring all other criticisms from my brain, I rushed to the door, it was as though I had been hypnotised by the tantalising ring of the bell. I was drawn to him like a magnet.

I pulled the door open without hesitation. My hangover from yesterday instantly cured. I was back in a drunken haze. I did a lot worse than send a few drunk texts to my ex though.

I never expected myself to lose control quite like that. I burst from the door and planted my lips onto his. A whole new buzz rushed through my veins.

"I missed you, Kookie."

He blushed at the pet name before I moved to the side of the door slightly to let him in.

"I missed you too, Jiminie."

It felt so good to defy my brain and find it had thought wrong. Jungkook liked me back. I just knew it.

"But, you can't get used to it. I'll be gone tomorrow morning. You can't miss me then, I won't be coming back."

I could hear cackles from my brain, it's sickening and sadistic sound deafening me. My heart almost seemed to shatter.

"Jungkook, I... I can't be without you. It's too cold here without you- do you want me to freeze?" I added a humoured tint to my words but it was only to stop the tears from starting.

"Well, we'll just have to make today the cosiest and warmest day you've ever had! I'll give you warmth to last a lifetime."

His bunny-like grin emerged and I couldn't help but smile. I could keep my heart together just for the next hours.

We spent the day cuddled up on the sofa, Jungkook had his arm draped over my shoulders while I rested my head on his chest. I asked him a couple more questions; where he was from, his favourite book, what he liked most about himself. It was nice.

I shared the shamefully small remainder of ice cream with him and he laughed at my embarrassment at the cartons I had hastily shoved into the bin.

As the sun set, Jungkook pulled a blanket over the two of us. He gently kissed the top of my head and sighed. I breathed in his scent; the warmth of his body winding round me from my head to my toes.

A little icicle began to coldly drip onto my happiness.

"So I can never contact you again?"

"I'm afraid not."

"But I'm going to miss you too much."

"I'm going to miss you too, Jimin. You let me experience the little bit of heaven I don't usually get. I want to thank you for that."

I tilted my face up to his and placed a delicate but meaningful kiss onto my lips. It caused us both pain and pleasure. A mixture of sadness and joy. Loneliness and love.

"But Kookie, can't I even have your number? I don't know if I can go back to hell now I've had a taste of heaven."