𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙 [P.JMxReader] ✔

°•°Breakfast°•°

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I'm so tired of pretending that I'm strong...
I'm tired of trying,
I'm so done with crying,
Outside I'm smiling,
Inside I'm
Dying

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You were woken up by the ray of sunshine striking through the curtains.

When you opened your eyes, you looked around, trying to remember, why you are in a room with cherry-red walls. Once you remembered, how you felt asleep on Jungkook's arms, you sat down on the king sized bed and looked at your watch. It showed 8:32 a.m. To be honest, it's kind of late for you.

You jumped out of the bed, going to your enormous backpack. You took out big hoodie and jeans. It was comfortable, so you liked it.

You walked to the bathroom for your morning routine. You simply brushed your teeth with a toothbrush you found and showered. It was unbelieveably refreshing to feel warm water sliding down your skin and hair again. You felt like in a seventh heaven.

You also washed your long, dark hair with shampoo that you found standing on a shelf.

When you were done, you stepped out of the shower cabin with water runing down on the floor. You wrapped a towel around your body. Then you put on the clothes you picked and walked in your bedroom again.

You sat down on the windowsill while waiting your hair to dry. You looked at the view: there was an enormous area of forest enveloping the mansion. You could see the morning sun rising above the Seoul city. You looked at the horizont with a dreamy expression.

When it will all end? When you'll be able to see Duho and other survivors again? When will BTS boys start to trust you?

You couldn't wait until the day, when boys will leave you all alone in the house and will return to an empty mansion, comes. All you were thinking about was how you snatch boys bedsheets, tie them up and run away from this golden cage. Sure, sometimes your minds would go back on the kiss with Jimin, but you would just shake it all off.

It took a while for your hair to dry. When you couldn't feel a single wet spot on your head, you jumped down from the windowsill and stormed through the room's door.

You stood in a corridor, not daring to move, listening, if you could catch a slighest sound, but there was none.

A thought crossed your mind: maybe, boys are not back yet? Maybe Jungkook is still sleeping? Maybe you could just come into a random room, snatch some bedsheets and run for your life?..

It was risky, but still worth of trying. You were so hyped up about going back to the skyscraper, about seeing the people you loved, that you were ready to take any risk at this point.