[Finished]
"-Are you looking for someone, handsome? - The voice suddenly asked behind him.
Jungkook turned back and saw a pretty girl, of medium height. Her hair reaching her shoulders was dyed red. Jungkook opened his mouth to say something and su...
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Jungkook turned off his motorcycle engine and pulled the helmet off his head. He brushed his hair with his hand, slipping his long fingers into the jet black curls. His long bangs fell softly on his dark eyes. He could still smell the shampoo and shower gel on his body. His hair was still slightly damp. To make sure he looks good, he looked quickly into the small side mirror. He had to admit that he hadn't looked as good as now for a long time.
Following the advice of his friends, he returned home and he tried to get some good amount of sleep. Despite the fact that he did not come home until the morning, he did not sleep long. He couldn't wait to see V again and explain everything to him, but fortunately his lack of sleep was not visible.
He was nervous. He didn't think he's been that upset long ago. He was still analyzing the entire morning incident, arranging different versions of his speech in his head. He felt the need to talk to V, but he didn't want to attack him in the morning. He wanted to give him time to think it over and cool down a bit, so after few hours of sleep, he went to the workshop. He took on several assignments, but even though his body was at work, his thoughts were still drifting back to V. He couldn't focus on repairing cars when he kept coming back to his memories of the morning's events. He could still hear the voice of V in his head telling him to leave and he felt terrible about it. As soon as his shift at work was over, he hopped into a long shower, shaved and washed himself carefully, he wanted to make sure to look fresh and clean. After getting out of the shower, he rubbed a moisturizer into his skin to make sure it was smooth and neat. He didn't even know why he cared about it, since he wasn't even sure if V would want to talk to him at all, let alone touch him, but he wanted to look his best. Then he dug through the whole bunch of clothes, which probably took him a good hour to finally choose the right one. Why does he need a million black and white T-shirts? In the end, the choice fell on black leather pants, which V loved so much and which hugged his thighs and buttocks like a second skin. He also put on one of his favorite black shirts and a red leather jacket.
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And now he was standing in front of the warehouse entrance, his heart beating furiously. He felt that his heart would leap from his chest. He kept repeating what he wanted to say to him. He has been through the same speech for the thousandth time, even though he was well aware that it is enough that his eyes meet V's blue irises once and his structured speech will change into total chaos. No one had ever influenced him like this vampire before. With him he felt like a teenage girl in love, but in a way, he loved it. With him he felt things he had never experienced before.
