Stay With Me: A Jeon Jungkook Fanfiction

Not Kook~

The building standing in front of us is a small and older one, a little cottage. Ivy creeping and crawling up the Yellowstone of the building, small cute windows that let in tons of sunlight, and a tall white fence surrounding the building.

But the best thing about this place is that there is a huge garden in front of the home that stretches around to the back, with green grass and tons of flowers. Purple, blue, red, orange colors peeking out of the grass. Different types of flowers that really act as pops of colors in such a dreary and dark town. It's like a canvas, with different colors splattered all over the whole white, blank, and boring thing.

"Oh, is this where we are staying?" I exclaim out of total happiness and shock. The men nod, and say, "This belongs to Kook. This is his place."

I turn around quickly on my heel, spinning into Kook, who catches me with a flustered look. I immediately push him away, trying to hide the blush spreading across my nose and cheeks. No doubt about it, Kook is hot, and falling into his muscular chest was probably the best thing I've ever done.

But I need to keep on track. I'm here for a reason, to get my life back together, not fall in love.

An instant smirk spreads across Kook's face as he steps in front of me to open the door of his home.

I wait for the other men, hopefully, they will make things less awkward for us all, but they merely just head back to the van waving goodbye. "Have fun!" The olders yell, driving off.

Oh no.

I am not about to stay alone with this man. No way. This is not good for my hormones, despite the fact that Kook has already been somewhat of a jerk.

I walk into the warm home, still freezing in my clothes that are just beginning to dry. I'm not surprised when I see how nice the inside of the home is. Yellow walls, a yellow loveseat for two, yellow everything, basically, but not overpowering. It just feels like a nice, warm, and loving house.

I take a few moments to look around, carefully grazing my eyes over the cute decorations of the house. I get knocked off for a second when I see a small makeup bag sitting in Kook's room, along with some other bags and bottled products. Huh?

But it doesn't make sense.

How can Kook possibly attain such a nice and family-like home? He has no family insight, how can he have a place like this? What would a single man do with warm colors?

I'm knocked out of my thoughts when I see Kook enter back into the living room and kitchen space shirtless.

Honestly? No couth.

"What?" He asks me, finally speaking. I almost stutter trying not to pay attention to his beautifully-toned abbs. I mean, completely normal abbs. "Nothing," I sigh, walking away from him. "Where do I go, Kook?" I ask as if I'm a material instead of a human being. Kook sighs, resting his muscular hands on the counter. "You can call me Jungkook," He starts, to my surprise.

Jungkook it is.

"And you can go to the bathroom, it's over there." He hands me a set of clean pajamas and points to a wooden door. I nod, thanking him, and I head to the shower.

The bathroom in Jungkook's house is completely different from what I imagined. Instead of yellow, like everything else in his home, it's deep blue themed, with kind of an aesthetic tint to the light blue details around the walls or the floor.

He must love it here.

I walk into the big glass shower, and I waste no time peeling the sticky and dampened fabric from my body. In one of the bigger mirrors in the bathroom, my hair is shown to be sticking to my face, knotted and dirty. I realize that I also smell like I haven't washed in 30 days.

I turn the faucet on, only to be greeted by a burst of cold water, the temperature dropping, and piercing through my body. I let out an exasperated breath hearing Jungkook laugh as he passes by.

Who even likes cold showers?

The water switches over to a warmer temperature after I tamper with it a bit, and I sigh in relief. I make sure to wash up extra well, taking advantage of this high-quality bathroom. My apartment never had hot water, lukewarm was the closest thing to it.

I climb out of the shower, a dark blue towel wrapped around me, and I begin to brush out my soaking wet hair. Halfway through me getting into some warm pajamas, the door opens a slight inch or two, where I see a fluffy animal licking the water off the bathroom floor.

"Doggie!" I kneel down to pet it, but not before Jungkook runs towards me screaming, "Gureum, no! She's dressing!" As he picks up his fluffy white pet.

Jungkook has his hands under the dog's arms, out on display in front of me, my eyes are face-to-face with both of theirs. Jungkook looks at me widely with big, curious eyes, examining me. My new fuzzy white two-piece set of pajamas with the tiny peach and pink colored hearts, matching eye-mask, and my bare feet. We continue to stare at each other, awkwardly, until Jungkook clears his throat.

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