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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December 20 Aira's
With a soft groan, I twisted my body on the wide surface of the soft mattress, breaking away the sleepiness on my eyes. Slowly opening my eyes, I looked around the room from my position, still not fully awake. The room was mostly dark with some day light trying to sneak in through the layered curtains.
When did I fall asleep again?
All of the events from the day before began flipping in my head. Starting with my surprisingly pleasant time ice skating with Jungkook and then the memory of feeling his hands under my thighs. For some reason, I yearned to feel them again... I must've been stupid or something.
Perhaps "something" entailed being horny.
Gross, why him...
I recalled the shower incident and then the phone incident followed by being pinned to the bed with the vice president hovering over my body. My cheeks heated up with just the memory of it. I recalled him nibbling on my ear lobe and brought my hand to touch it with a twist in my gut.
Oh jeez.
I must've fallen asleep when Jungkook was laying on top of me, listening to my heartbeat apparently. I sat up on the bed and looked around the room.
The wall clock read "6:02". There were no traces of Jungkook other than his lingering scent on the bedsheets and my clothes. I emerged out of the thick blanket and shivered at the low temperature.
Did someone turn off the f*cking heat?
Shivering, I grabbed the nearest piece of warm clothing I could find; Jungkook's dark blue robe. I was sure he'd kill me if he caught me wearing it but, I wouldn't be long. He wouldn't catch me.
And, to be honest, yesterday Jungkook didn't seem as vicious as he usually did. He was— dare I say— kind of cute. Was it the fatigue that made him act that way? If it was, then I hope he gets tired more often.
I silently stalked down the hallway, passing Byung and Ha-Yoon's room, making sure not to make any noises that would wake them up.
I made my way to the spacious living room and once I was there, my eyes sparkled at the the large windows displaying a breathtaking view of the snowy mountains in the dim morning light. The sun wasn't yet fully up, it peeked between two mountains. Thick and slow snowflakes fell out of the sky and gently disappeared into the deep snow on the ground.
