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The sunlight shines through the white curtains and you slowly start to wake up. Rubbing at your eyes, you turn around to be met with a sleeping Jungkook.
As time passes, you find yourself observing all of his features. His long black hair that always looks good, his boopable nose, his sharp jawline, his soft lips, his biceps, his...
Your eyes trail downwards to his chest and you mentally slap yourself. You sit up and bury your face in your hands.
Why? Why the fuck did you let this happen, Y/N?
You look back at Jungkook and see he's still peacefully sleeping. Your eyes scan his features once again and this time you notice the small freckle underneath his bottom lip.
A freckle underneath his bottom lip?
You ignore it and stand up, slipping on your shorts and T-shirt. Jungkook's eyes flutter open and he looks at his surroundings.
"Oh shit," He mumbles. "Shit, shit."
Jungkook stumbles out of your bed and you turn around to look at him. The only thing he had on was boxers.
"Fuck," Jungkook runs his hands through his hair, pacing back and forth. "We–" He signals between the two of you and you slowly nod. "Fuck!"
Jungkook plops himself down on your bed, elbows digging into his knees as his hands cover his face.
"Do you..." You stop but then continue. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"
He raises his head and looks straight, avoiding you, "I need a shower to think."
"O-Of course," You stutter nervously. "It's in the back. I don't really have any guy clothes though..."
"I'll just wear what I was wearing. I showered before I came here last night anyway." Jungkook responds, still not looking at you.
He grabs his shirt and his shorts from the floor and makes his way to the shower. You hear the back door close and let out a deep breath.
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Jungkook stands under the shower, the warm water running through his hair and down his body. He sighs, his hand rubbing his forehead.
What am I going to do? What the fuck am I going to do?
Anger builds up inside him and tears escape his eyes followed by his fist meeting the shower wall. His right-hand punches the wood over and over again in a violent manner, body wracked with an onslaught of sobs and tears.
