Desire | jjk. *ON HOLD*

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song recommendation:

Two Feet - Love Is A Bitch
( instrumental ver. )

I've never imagined Jungkook's home. It just wasn't one of the things that I would think of when I thought if him; but the instant that I think about his "house", the idea of what it would look like, provokes me a certain type of curiosity. We travel in silence, both of us trapped in our own thoughts. His gaze is still filled with worry, but he hides it very well.

It doesn't take us very long to get to the place, and when I see it, I know it's here: the place is very dark, but not old. The building is simple, nothing out of the ordinary, and it has around six floors. Jungkook gets out of the car without saying anything, and I imitate him, trying not to fall because of these stupid heels.

How did I get into this?

I swallow hard when we walk inside the building, and the darkness invades us. When we walk through the door, the only light I see is at the end of the hall, and it's coming from a lightbulb that's barely hanging from a cord.

"Follow me." He suddenly lets out, and slightly flinch.

Since I don't have any other good ideas, I walk behind him, and I follow him when we go up two floors through the staircase.

Jungkook opens the door of the apartment with a key, and moves to the side to let me walk in first. I take a few steps inside, and I stay standing in the middle of the room, observing everything around me. Everything that I see is very organized, except for a pair of heels and some clothes, everything is very simple.

"I'll get you a glass of water." He says, closing the door behind him and walking towards what I suppose is the kitchen.

It was a small apartment, and I could see a bed in a room next to me. The living room only consisted of a black couch, a small table of the same color, and some boxing gloves hanging from the wall. Compared to this, my room was like a Barbie's room: full of photographs, all decorated and with distinctive colors all around the room.

Once he gives me the glass of water, I drink it in small sips. My throat is dry, and I have a headache. Jungkook walks to the middle of the living room, hangs his jacket on a small hook protruding from the wall, and then walks into the closet of his bedroom.

I'm not able to clearly distinguish what he's doing because of my lack of focus and the lack of illumination in the room. I walk towards him, place the glass of water on his dresser and then I stare at him... firmly. He has a frown on his face, and he's looking for something. I look at how his muscles tense when he stretches his arm.

I still don't understand why his tattoos don't seem bad to me, but... attractive. Because that's the word that would define Jungkook: a kind of manly and mysterious appeal.

"Take this." He hands me a black t-shirt and looks at me. "It's the biggest shirt I have."

I nod.

"Thank you."

I guess I'm going to be sleeping here... with him. The panic invades me and I watch him walk to the other end of the room to the bathroom, that I didn't even realize was there, and closes the door. I look at the shirt and blush; thinking that Jungkook must have used this a while ago makes my insides churn.

I pull it close to my nose and inhale the aroma. It smells like him... I suppose it's a mix between his cologne and him. I smile like an idiot and shake my head. It's nothing like Taehyung's smell. The sensation of guilt invades me, and the celestial eyes of my boyfriend appear in my mind.