The Hunted | Taekook | ENG

1. BEGIN

Jungkook opened his eyes sharply. He didn't know what had brought him out of sleep, but lately he has often had trouble sleeping, so he didn't care. He blinked his heavy eyelids several times to get his eyes used to the twilight that surrounded him, and then slowly sat down on the bed. As soon as he raised his head, he felt an unbearable throb in his temples. He was overdoing partying again. He could still feel the noise of alcohol in his head and the taste of tobacco in his mouth. He looked around, trying to find out where he was. The room was shrouded in darkness, but one was sure he had never been here before. 

What was he actually doing here? 

He slightly lifted the sheet that wrapped his legs and saw that he was completely naked. He looked quickly at the other half of the bed. A small girl was lying next to him. Her shapely body was covered only by a scrap of sheets they shared. He moved his exploring look on her face with interest. She was young, she could be twenty or more years old, she had a pretty face and big full lips. Last night was kind of a blur to him. He vaguely remembered  kissing her in the staircase to her apartment... 

Yes. He remembered now. 

They met at the Lush club yesterday. They both partied hard yesterday, which ended in a crazy ride on Jungkook's motorcycle to the girl's apartment and passionate sex almost until dawn. It is a pity that he did not even remember her name... But maybe it was better this way? One of the basic lessons he received from his family is not to engage in any closer relationships. It was better for them and for him. Therefore, he was alone all the time, cutting off all relationships as soon as any trace of attachment appeared. He was alone and it was for the best. 

Without thinking, he got out of bed, carefully not to wake up the girl by accident. The last thing he needed now was an awkward conversation and lying to her that he would call. He never called. He looked around the room again for his clothes. After a while he found his black, torn jeans and a black T-shirt on the floor near the bed. He walked around the room searching for his boxers for a short time, but eventually folded. Not wanting to waste any more time, he simply pulled his pants over his naked body. He quickly put on motorcycle boots and pulled the black T-shirt over his head, ruffling his short, raven hair. He found his black leather jacket under the door and quickly threw it over athletic shoulders, while checking that all necessary things were still in his pockets. He reached out his hand to the door, trying to open it as quietly as possible, but these did not yield.

- Shit - he cursed softly under his breath.

The girl had to lock them, but he could not see her keys anywhere, and he did not intend to wake her. Without thinking for a long time, he went to the window next to the bed. He opened it harder and stuck his head out. As expected, the building was equipped with fire escapes.