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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DID YALL SEE JK'S 'MY TIME' PERFORMANCE. RUIN MY LIFE PLEASE JUNGKOOK. I knew it was worth waking up at 6am on a Saturday for :,)
errr anyways.. Thanks for reading this chapter! I hope you enjoyed it :)
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December 20 Aira's
Crying is tiring. No wonder babies sleep so much. Not that i'm a baby or a bear but I deserved a hibernation-like sleep after getting chased by a man with a gun in the middle of a snow storm somewhere on a mountain.
Isn't that a mouthful?
I can't quite pinpoint when it was that I knocked out but, the next thing I knew, I buried under what felt like a million thick blankets.
Half asleep, my pupils moved around the dimly lit room. The ceiling light was off and the golden lighting from the table lamp illuminated a corner of the small room. The room was so warm. There was a window just beside me, thin white curtains covering the snowy view. I shivered at just the sight of snow.
Snow...
The sequence of terrifying events replayed in my brain, making my heart beat accelerate and my breath break. I began hyperventilating, tossing the suddenly suffocating blankets off my shaking and cold body. It felt like the oxygen in the room was slowly running out.
Images of Yoongi's murderous gaze appeared in my head.
"No... No!" I gasped for air, squeezing my eyelids shut. Cruelly, every time I closed my eyes Yoongi's chilling smirk was there to greet me in the darkness.
"Aira-" A voice called from a different place in the small room. More specifically, the washroom.
I opened my eyes and gulped, still hyperventilating. The hairs on my body spiked up and my spine went rigid.
Yoongi walked out of the washroom, holding a bowl of water and a small white towelette. His terrifying eyes landed on my panicking form and enlarged. He quickly, without a second thought, rushed towards the bed and put the bowl down on the side table.
"Please— Please go away..." I breathed, covering my ears and curling into a ball with my face in my knees.
I felt the mattress dip as he crawled onto the bed and grabbed me, hugging me tightly.
"No! No! Go away!" I screamed, trying to claw him away from me.
He held me firmly, and pressed my face against his chest. I could hear and feel a pounding heart beneath the surface. His body was warm, a confusingly familiar kind of warmth. And his smell, it wasn't peppermint and cigarettes. Instead, it was a subtle refreshing smell that was easy on the nose. Again, familiar.
