One night stand, a night spent to forget all the lingering stress.
A dead when all were drunk.
What if that night is forgotten?
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Chapter 8
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Jungkook comes out of the bathroom brushing his drenched hair with a white towel in hand, and his lower part wrapped around with another towel, but his torso exposed, making me gawk at him.
Damn damn damn. Shut your mouth Lisa.
The water that streams down his jawline traces down his perfectly framed collar bones, outlines, then finally paving its way down the mid of his thoracic line and form curls around his toned muscles of abdomen. Just perfect––a body well craved and designed with precision by god himself, over which he surely spent hours over to make it the best form possible.
Focus on yourself Lisa.
I shut my eyes tight, and try my best to shake off the animated pictures of him that my mind's generating against my will. No wonder, if I were a guy, I'd have already got a boner. The fuck am I thinking?
Alright. Breath in, breath out.
" are you going in for a shower or not? " he asks. " the water supply is till 10 only, and it has already passed 9:30 "
I hear his footsteps bee-lining towards the cupboard, past me, and I already know what's next, he's gonna change there. I warily stand up stiffening my gaze towards the bathroom's door, and trot in its direction with the towel and clothes folded around my arm. It's so shameful to think of his attractive body instead of thinking about initiating the topic regarding the case. This is all so stupid. I hate myself and this holy mind--thanks to Jennie who triggered this kind of thoughts inside me--with whom I watched my first ever porn clip during my high school. Since then, I couldn't take off the erotic images off my mind whenever I see skin, and sexy dudes. I'm polluted well.
I literally couldn't stop myself at some point, thinking about her and Yoongi's relationship either, and secretly craved for a man in my life too. They surely tried all the stuff that I read in books. I'm not supposed to discuss this. No no no, focus Lisa. You need to discuss the details of the case with him.
I still can't digest the fact that I'm actually on a run with him, like he said, probably kidnapped, too. All the way, I do sound like a pretend victim. I close my eyes and let the shower stream down my whole form, and let my mind wonder into the depths of the silhouette figure I see in fractions of the Forgotten Night. I see myself arguing with Jimin, over what thing, I can't decipher. But we he does look distraught and dejected, . . . in my mind. Is it just my imagination or a part of the real occurrences, hard to say.
