Figure - JJK

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Stage 4
9:00 am
Don't Get Attached

For the second time in two days, you arrived at the apartment with guns on your person. But this time, they were all in your bag instead of your jacket. Before you knocked on the door, you took a deep breath in. You were going to figure him out, and then take him down. Whatever happened, you could not get attached to him.

Within a moment of you knocking, the door swung open and there he was. Jungkook was dressed casually, so you guessed he didn't have training today. He wore a white t-shirt and black jeans that fit him well. 

"Hey (Y/N)!" He said, grabbing your bag to carry it inside for you. You almost lunged after it, suddenly very aware of the bulge in the bag where one of your guns was poking against the fabric. You hurried after him, much more nervous than you were five minutes ago.

"I can carry it," You insisted as you followed him through the apartment. He was just trying to be a gentleman, but he had no idea how dangerous a gentle bump of that bag could be. 

"Nonsense." He said with a smile as the two of you entered an empty bedroom that would likely be yours. You gasped as he tossed it down on the bed and he look at you confused.

"Sorry, sorry." You said, trying to calm your racing heart. "There's important stuff in there." 

He apologized and you waved it off, trying to seem more casual.

"So is this my room?" You asked, and he nodded. 

"That door right there is the bathroom, which is also connected to my room on the other side." 

You looked around, examining your temporary living space. It was a high-ceilinged room, with a large window looking out into the city. The white carpet beneath your feet was very soft and complimented the light blue walls perfectly. You imagined it would be very pretty at night. You really liked the place, it's a shame you wouldn't be staying here long.

"So where do you work?" He asked and you smiled a bit. This is a question you had prepared for.

"I'm a personal fitness trainer." It was the perfect cover-up, and you were proud of it. It explained the weird hours you had to work some days, why you were so in shape, and the occasional minor injuries you came home with. 

Small talk continued and he gave you the run down of rules. Rent was $300 a month, no pets, all that. 

"Oh and by the way, my friends are coming over tomorrow." And then he left you alone in your new room to unpack. As you lifted the weapons out of your bag and placed them nicely under your mattress, you made a mental note to be out of the house tomorrow. The less people involved in this, the better.

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