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8:15 pm from taetae <3: won't be home tonight, don't wait for me

Mentally rolling her eyes, she stuffed the small device back to where it belongs before scanning the numerous items before her. The mini basket  on her left contains boxes of cereal, feminine products and sprite. She's currently finding the milk she needs but to no avail, it's not there.

"They ran out of milk, young miss" a voice startled her which she immediately turned around only to be met with a pair of bambi eyes. He had a boyish grin on his face and in all black attire which makes him a total e-boy.

The mysterious man towered over her making her feel extra small and—nervous. Her heart was beating rapidly as she look around else where but his eyes.

"Im guessing you're looking for this?" the gigantic man holds up the cartoned milk in the air and she muttered profanities for her blindness. She shook her head politely before looking back up at him, he was way too close for her liking "it's yours now, I don't need it anyways" she said, giving him a grin before attempting to walk away.

"Jennie? Right?" he said with a tint of confidence judging by his tone. Horrific scenes corrupt her mind at a thought of a serial killer ready to pounds her in any second—i don't even know this man, maybe he's a killer and is finding a great opportunity to capture me—the brunette keep on rambling on, her heart was beating an incredible speed as sweat were starting to form.

The man notices her horrific state before holding his hands up in defense "ah ah, im terribly sorry for scaring you like that young miss but to clear the tension, i am not here to chained you up in a dark room which contains numerous amount of whips and an electric chair because I'm a serial killer"

She stared wide-eyed, processing his words before her puffy cheeks turned a light shade of red, not only she thought of him as a killer, he heard her recite every word coming out from her dumb mouth.

How did you know my name.

As if on cue, his lips lift upward before he spoke "I own a very special place, well my father owns this place but soon will be mine and you young miss is my regular costumer"

Does he mean the Jeons Place?

"It's quite difficult to ignore your majestic presence when your body seems attached on one of our tables and bring you to dreamland" he leaned a bit closer to her face "Tell me miss, did you enjoy the comfort around my shop or rather the sweet tempting taste of vanilla"

In mere seconds, his voice were raspy deep, the playful tone was now replaced with a dark humor and she felt like melting on the floor. The man notices her reaction before leaning back to fix his composure "Don't worry miss, you're welcome to sleep at my place anytime" that was his last words, adding a wink in the end before scurrying away.

Jennie can finally breathe a cool fresh of air and not his intoxicating scent—well it still lingered around—but that was not the case.

She took a glance at her basket before her eyes turned wide, the cartoned milk that was in a hands of a mysterious man was now proudly standing with her items. The brunette took the milk on her free hand with furrowed brows, black marker carved its whitened cover as she read the words—or rather a name.

I'm Jungkook, see you soon :)

The corner of her mouth lift up "Thanks for the milk you weird guy"

The loud thunder outside the small shop startled her so she quickly payed for her items and rush home.

Home was not what she expected, the thought of sipping a hot cocoa while enjoying the sound of rain came to vanished with the sight of her raging boyfriend in front of her.

"Oh, you're home" her voice dull triggered his anger more.

"Where were you, do you know what time is it?"

She felt like a child being scolded by her parents after coming home late, except her heart flutters at the sight of the man she deeply loves. Mentally rolling her eyes at the mere thought, she spoke "I thought you're not coming home"

If their relationship was perfectly fine, she would rambled on him about her day, she would tell him a recent story about this weird man she encountered and that the store ran out of milk—but no.  All he cared was his lustful desire for her.

Her delicate heart sunk deep in pain—and for a thousand of times she doesn't feel like a loved girlfriend, she's more like waste a hook up.

Who knows he probably enjoyed other woman's company and only stayed for her because he felt bad. He felt bad for using her but continues doing it anyways, he's an animal, 

but she loves that animal.

The hatred towards him grew everyday but her love says otherwise, and she's willing to risk a massive amount pain if the worse was yet to come.