I'm a cheater | j.jk

Three

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You waited a few more moments, until the faint sizzling of food could be heard, and the waft of bacon was drifted up until it hit your nostrils and made you close your eyes to relish in it.

You pushed yourself to your feet, guilt making you hesitant in your movements, and led you to the bathroom, choosing to opt for a shower before breakfast so you could stay away from Jungkook, just for a little while longer.

You got into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you softly, and turned the lock, before looking into the mirror reflecting your guilty image to make your heart ache even further, for yourself, and for the one you've always loved, Jungkook.

You peeled away your clothing, until it all laid in a dead, messy pile on the rugged floor.

You looked into the mirror, looking down your body, running your fingertips over the bruises and marks left from your latest fuck, with the gaze of your eyes.

Your hand came up to the various hickeys on your neck, and tears threatened your eyelids, as your palm came to cover the sinful reminders, that it should've been Jungkook, to do any of it to you, but it wasn't, however it was how it had to be.

You forced your eyes away from your reflection, and you turned on the shower, waiting it to heat to your preferred temperature, before getting in and washing yourself down.

Yet, it seemed that no matter how much soap or body wash you used, no matter the amount of times you wash yourself, the ghost of roaming hands and the faint feel of feverish kisses and love bites could still be felt, and it only bothered because it wasn't the memory of Jungkook doing it to you.

After the shower, you got dressed in a pair of light grey sweats, which formerly belonged to Jungkook, and a black tank top, while pulling your hair up in a bun.

You walked down the steps, reaching the bottom made you stop and just catch eyes with Kook, who just flashed a smile and turned back to what he was doing, making you blind to the way he tugged at his bottom lip with a sad whimper.

You quietly took a spot at the table in the kitchen, pulling out your phone, to make it seem as if you were distracted, so you wouldn't get caught in small conversation with him.

But, it still didn't work, much to your luck.

"So,"

He started, sending a quick glance your way, and he was fortunate to see that you weren't looking at him, because his eyes were glossy, but he still forced himself to settle any tension between the two of you.

"Did you have fun last night?"

You looked up at him, staring down his busy figure for a moment, before looking back down to the illuminating screen of your phone, which dinged with a message.

1 new message!
Taehyung:
I had fun last night ;)

"Plenty. It was nice to relieve some stress."

You replied half heartedly, and it hurt both you and Jungkook to hear those words come out of your mouth, but it was too late to take it back.

"That's good."

You quirked a brow his way, and he only returned it with a smile, a closed eye smile so the feelings of betrayal, hate, and most of all, sorrow, would be hidden from sight upon you.

You hummed in response and went back to your phone, opening up the message from Taehyung.

You started to type out a response, but decided against it and erased it all before exiting out of your messages, but apparently, the person on the other side, caught that.

Taehyung:
Oh come on now baby, don't be like that. You promised me another night tonight, remember? I'll give you more than last time tonight.

You just looked at the message and cursed yourself mentally.

How could you promise another night to this man? Normally you just take it and go, yet apparently during your drunk haze, you promised this man, another night of sex.

But you had to admit, he was good looking, seemed to have good morals given the circumstances, and had skill in the bed, along with being blessed with twenty-two centimeter fingers.

Y/N:
I hope you keep your promises ;)

"Y/N!"

You quickly turned off your phone, looking up to the origin of the voice that desperately called for your attention.

"Are you going to eat?"

Jungkook asked, innocent doe eyes peering at you curiously, fork lightly resting in his graceful fingers, waiting to make sure you were going to eat, before he started eating.

A ding resonated within the room and you glanced down at your phone,

1 new message!
Christian Chim:
Are we still on for breakfast?

Fuck. You just stared blankly at Jungkook, after looking up from your phone and you got up, pushing in your chair and giving a haste thanks to Jungkook for food, before running up the stairs, grabbing your light grey hoodie and throwing it on, and jogging back down the steps, making sure to skim by to grab your wallet before you headed out the door, keys jingling with your movements.

"You're welcome.."

Jungkook responded, knowing that you were well gone by now, yet he still said it anyway, while staring down at your still steaming pancakes, with hand cut hearts made do banana on them.

Jungkook sat there a few moments, taking a couple more bites of his own plate of food before he got up and took your untouched plate and his, dumping it in the garbage can.

He just looked down upon the wasted food with hurt, yet blank eyes. But continued to stare at the hearts of banana, because no matter how perfect he made the heart to be, it was thrown away in the end, just like his own.

Jungkook set the plates in the sink, then proceeded to head to the bathroom to go take a shower to hopefully get his mind off things.