The Magic Shop: A BTS Short Story Compilation

End: Mister Chicken

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You know how sometimes you snore so loud, you wake yourself up?

Today is one of those times.

With a loud snort, you startle yourself awake. The interruption makes you grumble because it cuts short a particularly delicious dream. One that involves — of all things — Jeon Jungkook showering your face with soft kisses.

"Jeon Jungkook," you mumble, keeping your eyes shut because it feels like the whole ocean is trapped inside your head, jostling here and there with the slightest movement.

After everything that's happened, you still want to see him, even if it's just within the confines of your dreams.

Now that the red haze of your anger has dissipated, you're able to see things more clearly. Maybe you've been a tad too dramatic. Stern logic tells you it might have been better to listen to Jungkook first before cutting him off from your life, especially considering how much he's become a part of it. Last night, you missed him so much, you had to drink to dull the ache of his absence. If only—

Something heavy lands on your chest, robbing away your breath. If you have any doubt what it is, it's quickly blown away by the air that fans across your face as a warm body cuddles you from the side. Dread fills you in an instant as countless possibilities fly past your head. You rush to recall the events from last night, the effort made difficult by the massive gaps left behind by the copious amounts of soju you've imbibed.

Mister Chicken!

The words pop in your brain with matching police sirens in the background.

Oh please no.

You remember stumbling your way to the door to get your food. Then, here comes the tricky part. For some weird reason, Mister Chicken Delivery somehow transforms into Jeon Jungkook. If you slept with a random stranger because you mistook his identity, then you're going to dig a hole and bury yourself alive.

There's only one way to tell for certain, though.

Holding your breath, you force your eyes to open. The bright light of morning momentarily blinds you, so you lift your free hand to shield your gaze. Slowly, you move your head toward your companion's direction. A cloud of messy, dark hair comes into view. Whoever he is, he has positioned his head in that exact spot by the crook of your neck that makes it impossible to see his face. The rest of his body is also covered by your thick your comforter. You sigh in disappointment and decide to try something else.

With tentative movements, you pinch the edge of the comforter and lift it bit by bit. First, you reveal a single dark mole on the curve of his neck, then the wide expanse of his very naked back. The blanket drops along with your jaw. You pat your own body and to your relief, you still have your shirt and panties on. You don't usually bother with a bra and pants when you're home alone.

What exactly happened? 

Swallowing back a groan, you try to wiggle yourself away from him and the sticky situation you got yourself into. Unfortunately for you, despite your best efforts not to wake the stranger in your bed, he stirs and pulls away. You snap your eyes shut. Hopefully, if you pretend you're asleep, he'll leave of his own accord.

A soft curse drifts to your ears. Then, you feel the mattress dip as he rolls away. When his feet land on the floor, your curiosity gets the better of you. You peek from underneath your lashes. The first thing you see is his broad chest tapering towards his slim waist. The honey-toned skin of his abdominal muscles flexes as he turns this way and that searching for something. Unlike your earlier suspicion, he is not completely bare. He has a tight pair of boxer briefs on, covering—