➪ꏳꀍꍏᖘ 039

Jungkook was in a self deprecating cycle,much to say.

This cycle included the repetition of kicking against his sheets at night,the lingering itch on his skin because he couldn't settle in his sheets that smelt of only fabric softener and a twinge touch of his cologne.

There was no plum blossoms and green tea present,making it beyond irksome.

Seeing as most of his nights went by in that of a sleep deprivation eight hours,he opted instead to feed the seedling of his growing depression.

He might be exaggerating a tad.

Or maybe he isn't?

It would look so to the individuals naked eye,the ever present stubble that he failed to clear from his sharp jaw most days,the haggardly tinted skin beneath his eyes because of insomnia,his sudden addiction of ground beans mixed with nothing other than water.

It had an taste equivalent to medicine,but it was his bitter pill to swallow.

But this exactly,seemed te be the triggering event to call to the parent in both Kim Taehyung and a Park Jimin.Having taken the initiative of monitoring his almost every move,his three times a day meals,and if he was spending to much time tobbing over a  certain domineeringly exquisite woman.

If he was to name their ways,it would be two divorced partners negotiating fairness amongst time spent with their children, individually.

At least,if he were to make it sound that simple.

Except it was not that simple, Jungkook missed having his freedom, although when he thought about it,he wouldn't exactly know what to with it once he had it again,he was also quite dependent on their meals,and pep talks on the daily before he made his way to work,and maybe he also enjoyed their neverending company the littlest bit.

But yet again,he was a young man.
And he would eventually want a bit freedom, wouldn't he?

"You're not okay."
Jungkook heaves a little sigh, hardly audible as he had to hear the voice that had been surrounding his senses like a buzzing flee around a jackpot of shit.

As mentioned before,it seemed Jimin has taken an pledged aoth to work on Jungkook's very last nerve since the Arielle situation.

Yes,they had the audacity to name it as well.

He pretended to hate it,and maybe he did a little,but nevertheless, he stayed thankful,Jimin being his only source of stubborn care and well,food.

Taehyung was in charge of caring for him emotionally,or so they must've discussed.

"Jimin,on a serious note.
Do I look like I'm not okay,or are you just saying that to make me feel even shittier?"
Jungkook sighed tiredly,his hand rubbing against his face, something he seemed to have been doing a lot as of late, typically when he was as annoyed as he was now,annoyed and angered at Jimin's continuously irksome remarks.

"Both.
Shave your Bucky little beard for once and get more than four hours sleep then,maybe you climb the ladder from being the gum beneath my shoe."

With an incredulous look stretched on his face,Jungkook gapes at Jimin.
Oh,to kick the spirit's of a man when he's already down,he seemed to just not have no remorse or sympathy towards Jungkook acting pathetic as he's been doing,did he?

"Go on then."
Jimin makes a shooing motion with his hand, turning to disappear into Jungkook's kitchen,not bothering having himself phased by Jungkook's loud whining and groaning as he throws an tantrum.

After growing tired of not having his voice heard,he opts for the latter of his options and takes Jimin's advice for once, moving his sulking ass to his ensuite bathroom and goes to stands in front of the mirror, prompting himself to see just how badly he looked.

And like the gum beneath Jimin's high heeled platforms,he definitely looked.

With a self esteem that crumbles,he scrutinises every little detail of his face,the damage already done with how he looked like a wet carpet ragged through the dirt.

Make that one tinted a brownish red with how haggard the circles beneath his eyes has started to make him look,a twin to those straw men you'd find in the mist of a crop field.

He'd get why Arielle didn't want to be near him.

The next thing he knows,he's beneath his shower head,a little pout set on his lips as memories floods his mind while hot water trickled over his muscled form.He leans with his hand against the black and white rectangulared tiles, feeling the cold to his warm palm.

He reminisces of her soft skin,wet beneath his,her soft scent beneath his nose as he kisses up her neck,her warm thighs wrapped around his waist as soft droplets of water continuously pour down on them.

Her breath,hot on his,
his hair, in her hand as she maneuvers his lips to hers,
the sound of their mingling moans heightening the sharper Jungkook piston's his hips into her warm pulsating pussy,
the harder,she digs her nails into his shoulders.

Fuck,if he had only kept his big mouth shut.

He missed her,longed for her so fucking badly.

A tragedy it indeed was,how quick she could move him aside when the topic of feelings and vulnerability poked its ugly head.

Her expression when he had asked her what he was to her, being one of utter trepidation and confusion.
It's like she wasn't aware that what they had going on were not exactly just casual sex anymore.

By then they'd been on more than three dates already,a landmark Jungkook considered to be the passing needed to call the other half of your restaurant bill something other than a sexual interest.

A given,when they were on the fourth one as current.

Maybe it was how soft her melanin skin shown beneath those warm lights,how heavy her gaze set on his every time he stared to long,the subtle pink of her lips, the glint to it every time she licked after the taste of Jungkook's cooking.

Maybe it was the domesticity of it all,that had his tongue spiraling loose.
He found himself regretting what he did next immensely.

And now here he stood,skin tingling with sensitivity to the heat he was abusing it with,the thought of Arielle like an ongoing tornado as she pushed her way to the forefront of his mind.

He's been kept on a distance ever since that night,the feeling akin to that of one being stringed along.

Maybe a loose piece of string that predestined destiny was to be cut off.

Sure,they still communicated on the daily,but he knew she purposely never strayed off of the topic of work,the way she treated him like he was merely her boss,and yet the soft mushy look was there every time she settled her gaze on him.

It gave him a little hope,but it was slowly dying out with each of his failing attempts to touch her,each of his requests being turned down, every time she would smoothly avoid being alone with him.

Slowly but surely he was busy losing her,and no matter what he wanted, it'll be of absolute no shit.

If Arielle couldn't figure out what she wanted for herself either.

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Publishment was actually due for yesterday,but my parents are a bust and I only got all my electronics back today.

Also,seven kinda wants me to make me want to write about Jungkook fucking some sense into Arielle—

Oh the joyride that would be.