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Jungkook woke up with a headache.

He let out a soft groan, bringing his tired arms up so that he could run his eyes as he pulled his mind and body out of the thickness of sleep. Bracing himself, Jungkook opened his eyes, and the morning sunlight burned them - eliciting a soft hiss from him.

Slowly he moved himself up onto his elbows, and it was when he looked to his left that he noticed the black mess of hair snuggled into the sheets next to him. Their body was nearly completely hidden beneath his sheets, their soft breaths visible as their face was buried within his blankets.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, eyes scanning across the blanket covered body in bed beside him. Had he invited Jimin back over again last night? Judging by the pretty wicked symptoms of a hangover he was feeling, he had gotten pretty drunk - and so he was waiting for all of his memories to come back to him.

But having Jimin over again... It wasn't surprising. It wasn't often for him to find somebody he wanted to keep spending time with, and Jimin had become that someone without him even realizing it.

He wanted to say that he wasn't sure what it was, that drew him to Jimin - but that's wasn't true, he did know, and the answer was a multitude of different things. His voice, the way he carried himself, how he was so confident yet also so easy to make flustered.

Jimin was... god, Jimin was made to have songs written about him. Every interaction they had, stuck to Jungkook's mind like glue and he just couldn't get enough of it.

Slowly his memories from the night before began to piece themselves together in his mind, creating a clearer and clearer picture as the minutes passed
by.

He remembered sulking at his apartment, spending his time moping on the floor as he read back all of his unanswered texts he had sent to Jimin. He remembered Hoseok trying to talk him through it, and suggesting a night out to try and ease his mind and get him out of the house. He remember arriving at the club, and then-

Jungkook's eyes widened, and his head snapped back over to the body that lay in bed next to him.

They shifted in their sleep, moving their face from where it had been buried in the pillows - and that subtle movement was all it took to have Jungkook's stomach dropping.

The sunlight shone in through his bedroom window, casting golden hues against a face that was almost completely unfamiliar to Jungkook, slapping him in the face with a state of shock so intense he could hardly move. The girl beside him slept peacefully still, soft breaths leaving her lips. He could just barely make out hazy memories of himself buying her drinks, then later pulling her through his bedroom door.

Jungkook rubbed his face, trying not to think too hard about the weight that was slowly settling into his chest. He sighed before sitting up fully, then hauling himself into a standing position and trying his hardest not to wake up the figure next to him.

This sucked.

He wasn't completely unfamiliar with the situation he found himself in; but it was two entirely different things to wake up with a stranger in your bed, and waking up with a stranger when you were expecting someone else.

Jungkook ran his hands through his hair, his fingers catching on the knots in his bed head. He hated the fact that he had gone out last night, and he hated his drunken self even more for putting himself in this situation.

Unlike any of his other flings, Jimin was somebody that Jungkook wanted to stay on the good side of. He wanted to keep him around, and see him more often. If that was going to happen, then he definitely couldn't tell the shorter male about this little slip up.

But the thought of hiding it just made Jungkook feel worse.

He couldn't even help the groan that left his lips, frustration and guilt taking over his entire body. Jimin and him weren't even officially anything, but he felt like he breached a contract of trust between them. They weren't exclusive - at least not that Jungkook had been informed - but he still felt like he was doing something wrong.

Probably because he knew that this information would hurt Jimin, regardless of if they had confirmed their exclusivity or not.

He saw the look of hurt on Jimin's face when the black haired male saw him get a call from one of his old hook ups; he couldn't imagine Jimin's face if he found this out.

And though he didn't know much about what he and Jimin's relationship was, he did know this - he didn't want to hurt him.

"Little too late for that." Jungkook mumbled to himself, before reaching for his cigarettes off of his bed side table. He got dressed quickly, and quietly, leaving the room as if he were never there (he would have been in a much better mood if he hadn't been).

He felt like a ghost, floating through his apartment still half conscious and hungover. He grimaced as his headache pounded against his skull, leaning up against the side of his kitchen counter and letting out a soft sigh.

He was going to have to tell Jimin, wasn't he?

He reached into the pockets of his black sweatpants, pulling out a cigarette and lighter, then lighting it with zero hesitation as he lounged against his counter. He had been told awhile back not to smoke inside of his apartment, but his headache was much louder than his landlord's voice, and he breathed a cloud of smoke out into the empty room.

He definitely didn't have to tell Jimin. He didn't even have to lie about it either, he just had to simply not bring it up.

Easy enough to say, but he knew it wouldn't be as easy to do when staring into the raven haired male's eyes.

It had been a long time since Jungkook's heart wanted to be exclusive to someone, and honestly? He had no a clue how to deal with it.

Jungkook was good at getting someone. He had flirted his way into someone's arms countless times before; but keeping someone was an entirely different story. He had basically sworn off dating over the past few years, and now that he was faced with somebody he wanted to form a relationship with - he was completely lost.

His cigarette really hadn't lessened his stress, only amplified it more as he sat and stewed over his complicated emotions. Not to mention he still had a sleeping stranger in his home as he was doing all of this thinking.

This was not how Jungkook had intended on spending his Tuesday morning.

"Ew, you smoke indoors?"

Jungkook's head snapped up from where his gaze had been fixated on the floor, grimacing slightly at the pounding in his skull. He was met with the face of the stranger he had woken up with, her body clad in one of his oversized t-shirts as she leaned up against the doorframe. "That'll turn your paint yellow."

She scrunched up her nose and looked to the cigarette in Jungkook's hand with disgust, before tucking a few pieces of jet black hair behind her ear.

Jungkook couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, slight amusement bubbling in his mind as he realized something for the first time.

He definitely had a type.

"Is that your way of saying 'good morning'?" He asked, meeting the girl's eyes and watching her eyebrow twitch as he ashed his cigarette on the counter next to him.

"No." She shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest and taking a few steps towards Jungkook. "It's my way of saying you're not good a first impressions."

Jungkook let out a short laugh, leaning back against the counter and shaking his head.

"You woke up in my bed, didn't you?" He asked cheekily. "I think I'm alright." The girl opened her mouth to say something, but closed it rather quickly - obviously backtracking on what she was about to say.

Jungkook watched as she sized him up, her deep brown eyes scanning across his body. "Well, you're a lot nicer when you're drunk, yknow." She frowned, crossing her arms over her chest.

Jungkook couldn't help but feel just a little bit bad, taking in the upset expression the girl was trying to hide. She averted her gaze, rubbing her arm up and down.

The blue haired male sighed softly, looking down at the cigarette in his hand for a brief moment before bringing it to his lips to finish it off.

"I'm sorry." He finally replied, words slightly muffled as smoke slipped past his lips. "I just... I'm not really in the position to be taking strangers home, you know?" He felt the buzz of nicotine spread through his still half-asleep body, shaking out his hair as a chill went down his spine. "This was a mistake, on my part."

Jungkook looked to meet the girl's eyes, fairly confused to find her staring at him with a look of disgust. He cocked his head to the side, the dying cigarette in his hand creating a steady line of smoke up to the ceiling. "What?"

"Are you in a relationship?" She asked immediately, narrowing her eyes. "You just used me to cheat, didn't you?"

"No." Jungkook immediately clarified, putting his cigarette out on the counter. He would worry about the burn mark later. "But I'm trying to be, with... not you." He brought his hand up, scratching the back of his neck. "It's complicated. But it's going to be even more complicated now." He gestures towards her, and the girl raised an eyebrow.

"Well maybe you shouldn't have been at a bar in the first place." The girl retorted, blowing a few pieces of hair out of her eyes. Jungkook couldn't help but roll his.

"Thank you, I've gathered that." He replied sarcastically, tucking his hands into the his sweatpants. "Really though, this is it." He met the girl's gaze, and held it. "I messed up, you just got wrapped up in it, so don't expect to meet again, I guess."

The girl was stunned, her eyes wide as she thought of how to reply. It was obvious that this was not how she expected their morning meeting to turn out.

"Harsh." She huffed, turning her head to the side.

Jungkook merely shrugged, sticking to the words he spoke.

The girl's frown deepened, before she unfolded her arms which had been crossed at her chest. She grabbed the hem of the oversized t-shirt she was wearing (Jungkook's, stolen from his closet), and pulled it up - stripping the material off of her body.

And for a second, Jungkook thought it was a last ditch effort to win him over - until she was throwing the shirt with force into the direction of his face, and stomping back into Jungkook's bedroom.

She returned a few minutes later, with her dress from last night haphazardly thrown on, and her high heels carried in her right hand along with her purse.

"Word of advice," She began, dropping her shoes on the ground. "You're probably not going to be able to win anyone over, if you're acting like this."

Jungkook's lips turned down into a frown, the words that she spoke seeming to strike a chord within his mind. He didn't want to believe that she was right, but given the history of his past relationships, he was being forced to swallow the harsh truth.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked, though he was already pretty sure that he knew.

The girl laughed without humour, pulling a hair tie off of her wrist and pulling her messy black hair up into a quick bun before looking up and meeting Jungkook's gaze once more.

"I mean that you're a dick." She chuckled. "Don't tell me I'm the first person to break this news to you?"

Jungkook looked to the side. Man, he was already craving another smoke.

"You're not." He admitted.

The girl hummed, and when Jungkook looked back at her she was looking at him with a look of almost amusement. She crossed her arms over her chest, the cold air of Jungkook's apartment causing her to shiver slightly.

"Well at least you're aware." She sighed. "You've got the looks going for you, but unless you get your ego in check, I'd suggest you just stick to hook-ups." She leaned down and picked up her heels, gingerly slipping them onto her feet that were still sore from the night before. She then stood back up, reaching into her purse to check her cellphone quickly.

"Didn't expect to get psychoanalyzed so soon after waking up." Jungkook huffed, observing as she made her way towards his front door.

The girl couldn't help but laugh at that, turning around one last time to look at the man still leaning against his kitchen counter.

"Then maybe you shouldn't have let the guilt eat you alive." She shrugged. "If you want a relationship, and not just situations like this, you can't just keep making mistakes and trying to fix them after the fact." She checked her phone once more, Jungkook assuming she was waiting for a text from her ride home. "You're hot, but not hot enough to put up with that mental torture."

Jungkook nodded slowly, bringing a hand up to run through his messy and knotted bed head. The cocky half of him wanted to make a sarcastic retort in response to her last line, but he just couldn't when this mystery girl from the bar kept calling him out left right and centre. He always knew he was the issue, but he'd never really had that fact so blatantly pushed in his face.

He kind of wished someone did it sooner.

"It was nice meeting you." Were the last words he spoke to the girl, voice soft and facing away from her as he listened to his front door open.

The girl chuckled softly, and Jungkook could picture her shaking her head in disbelief at the whole situation.

"Likewise, I suppose." She laughed. "For your sake, let's hope to never meet again."

And with that, his front door shut, leaving Jungkook alone once more in his apartment that felt like it was going to swallow him. He crouched down, before completely sinking down onto the floor, bringing his hands up and rubbing his face harshly.

"Fuck."

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a/n:
look at me go!!!

time to get to editing!

- Charlie :)