Jungkook's couch had become your new friend.
You could talk to it, sleep on it, do whatever you wanted on it.
Heck, the couch was better than any guy you'd ever dated before.
You were currently watching a Netflix show.
Loud moans filled the room as the actors suddenly started having sex. You gulped and looked around. Thankfully, no one was near you at the moment.
"You still love me? Even if I hurt everyone? Even if I hurt you?" The boy asked the girl while pounding into her.
"Even if you hurt me, you're the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love you." The girl said and pulled him for a kiss.
Your mind started wandering somewhere else. You pictured the girl as you and the guy as Jungkook.
It seemed wrong but so right at the same time.
You were surely going insane.
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You binge watched the show till 1 pm.
Something was wrong though, jungkook still wasn't home.
He'd usually be home by 9 or 10.
You didn't understand why you were worrying. It was not like you cared about him at all.
You finally heard the door open, signaling that he was home.
For some reason, you fell relieved.
But that feeling soon disappeared when you saw love bites all over his neck.
Why were you feeling this?
Could this be jealousy?
