Yoongi's Perspective
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Also, I don't know how long it's been since I wrote that bonus chapter, but wow, it's a fucking mess.
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I rolled over sighing lightly. Sunglight streamed through my window curtains and landed in a small crack on the floor of my bedroom. Panicked a little when I struggled to remember what day it was as I reached hurriedly for my phone, wondering the time. The screen lit up to show a relaxing 9:24, Saturday, October 7th.
I let out a shaky breath as I sat up and stretched. Somehow my underwear had fallen off while I slept, I though nothing of it as it had happened before and if probably find them under my sheets when I changed the covers tomorrow. I stood and turned to go to the bathroom when I noticed a figure still asleep in my bed.
Jungkook laid there his face lit gently by the fall sunrise, his acne scarring slightly visible but somehow making his face just that more memorable. Jungkook. In my bed. Wait. Oh god.
I blushed heavily as memories of the previous night raced in my mind. Had I actually? No. But....
"Mom is going to kill me when she gets home." He wouldn't even have to say anything. She would just know how impure I was now.
"Shit." I muttered to myself again. I turned to my dresser and grabbed the first clean clothes which just so happened to be a baggy pair of sweat pants. I mean. It wasn't, bad. Frick frack, when did I get so gay?
I noticed unfamiliar clothes on the floor. Oh yeah. Jungkook was currently naked. I thought back to his body, the contour of his chest and abs curving down to his..... fuck nope. Stop.
I grabbed another clean pair of sweat pants, underwear and a shirt, then set the clothes next to jungkook's sleeping form. I glanced at his face. His head tilted just so slightly. He looked just like a snacc. Fashibada. I'm starved. I left jungkook asleep in my bed. Hopefully I could scout out the house and make sure the coast was clear before he left. If not Jungkook would be leaving out my window and subsequent tree.
When I opened the fridge I took one look at a gallon jug of bullvine essence and started to down the carton immediately.
"Hey yoongs." I choked a little as I heard a gravely tone of morning jungkook's behind me.
"Hey kooki-" I started to cough when I turned around to find a still unclothed Jungkook.
"You good?" He asked as I shoved the fit away.
"Good? What the fuck man. I put clothes for you on my bed." I turned around to shield my eyes and took another swig of big red as I felt my throat itch.
"Those wouldn't fit me." He said matter-of-factly.
"Well go find something because I need to talk to you." I spoke into the refrigerator as I felt a blush creep up my neck.
"You are talking to me." I heard him mutter as he turned around and head back upstairs.
This was wrong. This was so wrong. I was a killer, I had hurt him not only a day ago. I shouldn't feel happy. I closed the fridge and sat down at the breakfast bar with my anti-vegan juice jug halfway empty. My thoughts were racing. As Jungkook walked back downstairs with what would be an oversized hoodie on me and sweat pants - the ones that I picked out in the first place - I though about what to begin with.
"You okay gi-gi?" He said pulling up a chair to the opposite side of the table.
"Gi-gi? Is that some kind of nickname?" I sighed out. Avoiding the thousands of responses that clouded my train of thought. My thoughts finally landed on the place to start.
"Why are you here?" My tone changed to one of unempathetic inquisition.
"I was lonely." Jungkook mumbled, ambling over to the fridge to stare into it's innards, looking for food I assumed. He was hiding something from me.
"Are we not going to talk about you know the entirety of yesterday?" I spoke hesitantly. Testing the waters with the question. Jungkook seemed uneasy.
"Well I was a little curious on why the fuck you bit me but you know," Jungkook grabbed a jug of milk and a box of my mom's Special K off the top of the fridge. "Everybody has something they're into, gi-gi, I'm not judging you."
"Oh fuck off kookie, I'm anemic. So much so that my iron intake has to be much, much higher than anyone else's so that I can function and not just hibernate." I stared at the jug of blood still in my hands.
"Yoongi, is there anything more than just normal "anemia" ?" Jungkook sounded more serious, hi back was turned to me, he was looking for a milk jug of basic 2%. But the tone of his voice carried something I didn't think I myself wanted to know.
More than anemia? Of course not. Sometimes I would have accidents, but only because I was tired. Mijin was an accident. Of course.
"Yeah, it's pretty basic shit I guess." I took a swig of my building block of living.
"Fuck. You're all out of milk yoongs." He slammed the refrigerator door shut. "Now what am I gonna have for breakfast. Dry cereal?"
"What a shame. That sounds really gross." I wiped a thin red moustache off my face and examined the waste f blood on my hands.
"Shut the fuck up you sarcastic bitch."
I smiled as the kitchen filled with laughter. Maybe, Jungkook could be fine with this. For forever.
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