september || jjk

7.

"Ugh Bruno! I don't know what to pack! Literally what type of trip even is this? Should I pack my casual clothes, my formal clothes, my extra clothes, my 'save-the-world' clothe-" I rant.

"It bothers me that you actually have that as a category." Bruno interrupts, playing with a stuffed animal I handed him.

"So.. go with that one then?"

"Definitely."

I nod, moving to the corner of my closet. I pick out all my black leather pants, with tight leather tops and gloves. I shove them all in a backpack.

I take my phone out of by pocket, looking at it intensely. Should I take it with me or not?

I decide to take it with, shoving it in a small pocket on my backpack.

I pick out my black leather top and pants, along with a black belt.

I strip my shirt off my body, and move to my closet yet again. I stop, turning around to look at the dog, who was staring at me. "Could you get out?"

Bruno scoffs. "I'm a damn dog, I don't care about what you look like when you change."

I roll my eyes. "Still. Get out."

Bruno seems to snort, and then he walks out the door.

I move to shut it, walking back to my closet. I take my bra off, tossing it to the side and rummaging through my drawer for a new one. Preferably black.

"Woah.." I hear a deep voice behind me.

I turn around, clutching my chest. A small shriek leaves my mouth and before I know it, I'm looking for any random cloth to wrap around my chest. "Jeon Jungkook! Get the fuck out!"

Jungkook scoffs. "Not like I wanted to look anyway."

I roll my eyes, picking up an old shirt and holding it to my chest. "Thank you. Now leave."

Jungkook rolls his eyes. He spins around, and then he's out of my room. I walk over to the door, shutting it and locking it, just to be safe.

I turn around, and begin getting dressed.

-
Jungkook's POV

I sit with Bruno on the couch, eyes scanning her living room. I'd never been to her house before, so this was a first. I liked the way it was decorated though; it seemed to be more Lisa's style than Y/N's.

My eyes roam around, until they finally stop on a small, shiny object lying on a small table. Along with the object, there was a glass with the name Lisa on it, half-filled with water and a small treasure chest.

I stand up, walking towards the end of the living room. I bend down slightly, and pick up the ring, twirling it between my fingers. It was a small silver ring with a black diamond. On the side there were small, silver stones. It was beautiful.

I hear someone clear their throat. I turn around, the ring still held firmly between my thumb and index finger.

In front of me is Y/N, wearing a tight leather top, a big black belt, tight leather jeans and black boots. She has no makeup on except for mascara, and a little bit of lip gloss. Her hair is left natural, flowing in waves all the way to her back.

She looked hot.

I cough. "Why're you dressed like that? It's like so hot outside."

She rolls her eyes, walking over to me. "This is my 'save-the-world' outfit."

I raise my eyebrow. "It disturbs me that you even have that as a category."

I hear a bark, followed by, "That's what I said!!"

Y/N scoffs. "Guys. If we're saving the world, we gotta do it in style.." She pauses, her eyes travelling to my hand which held the ring in it. "...where did you get that?" Her eyebrows furrow.

She snatches it from me.

"I-um, I found it on this table."

She examines the piece of jewellery closely, bringing it up to her eyes. "This belonged to my mother." I hear the slight waver in her voice when she says that, and my eyes immediately soften. "She gave this to me as a parting gift, before she passed. I didn't have it after we came back from Mr. Robinson's house. I thought I lost it there, I guess I must have taken it off."

I gulp slightly, looking down. "It- It was right there." I say, pointing at the table.

She nods, taking a deep breath. She puts the ring on, seeing how it was on her hand before looking back up.

She clears her throat awkwardly, before the bright glint returns in her eyes again. "Jeon!! You gotta dress up too!"

I shake my head. "Never."

She walks closer to me, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards a room at the far end of the hallway.

I feel the ring press down on my wrist, and I couldn't help but wonder about it.

"I kept a few things from my brother when he lived here. He left a couple of years ago, before you moved in next door."

My eyebrows jump. "You have a brother?"

She nods, stopping at a small door. Her hands move to the doorknob, and she pushes it open, flicking a light on. "This is sort of a storage room, where I keep all of his old stuff. It'll probably fit you."

I shake my head as her hand let's go of my arm. "No, thank you; I'd rather not wear your brother's clothes."

Y/N scoffs, and she moves to the corner, picking up a small cardboard box labelled 'Ji-Hyun's Shit.' She blows the dust off of it, and walks past me back into the living room, where Bruno was running on the carpet, chasing his tail.

She sets the box down on the small coffee table. She opens it, pulling out a pair of black jeans and a black shirt, along with a black harness. I couldn't help but snort. "Your brother really wore this shit?"

She rolls her eyes, scanning the box for anything else. "He was an idol. These are all the clothes he wore during his performances."

I raise my eyebrows, staring at her intensely. "What happened to your brother?"

She freezes, staring down at the table. Her eyes refused to meet mine.

All of a sudden, she looks up, her eyes boring into mine.

And she smiles.

"I killed him."