Like a bad habit, we find our way back to each other. No matter what terrible things we put each other though, we always do.
Like an addiction, I possess a deep desire for him and him the same. It's unstoppable, the way we crave each other.
A vice.
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November 28th Aira's
My head was throbbing harshly and my body felt heavier than usual as I drifted into consciousness. I pried my eyes open, immediately squinting them because of the bright light coming from the ceiling to floor window. I sniffed, rolling over and dropping to the lush rectangular shaped carpet.
Hmm, it smells good here. Sort of familiar though...
My eyes shot open and I quickly sat upright. I grimaced at the drumming against my skull but the feelings that washed over me once I processed my surroundings was worse than a hangover.
No... What am I doing here!?
"Shit..." I groaned lowly, rubbing my temples. Just how much did I have to drink the night before?
My tired eyes did a scan of the penthouse apartment and almost abruptly, the million dollar question sprang into my head.
We didn't..... sleep together.. right?
My stomach started churn violently at the mere thought. This was not a part of my plan. Absolutely not but I couldn't even recall how I got there in the first place! It was all a messy blur.
There's no way I would have... with him...?
I was basically fully clothed. The straps of my dress were hanging down on my arms and my heels weren't on my feet anymore. Those stupid blisters on the back of my feet were still stinging so I bent to take a closer look at the healing process only to see bandaids with little carrots on it.
Huh? These aren't the bandaids I used yesterday.
Not quite trusting my own memory at the moment for obvious reasons, I got up with much struggle and snatched my purse from the couch. Luckily, Jungkook was nowhere to be seen which reminded me of the one thing I absolutely sure about in that moment.
My plan.
Taking advantage of his absence, I quietly walked around the apartment despite my thumping hangover and searched for anything to do with my brother or his case. I searched in any drawers and cupboards. Anywhere something could possibly be hidden. I even flipped through the neat pile of mail near the door.
Just then, my body froze when the faint sound of a voice entered my ears. The voice's source was in the other end of the large penthouse. As quiet as I could be, I tip toed toward the voice, finally coming face to face with a dark wooden door.
It was Jungkook's voice that I heard. He was speaking louder than i've ever seen him talk on the phone or to anyone in general. He sounded angry or maybe frustrated.
