a place for your feelings to hide

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Jungkook's:

"Hyeri?!" I opened the door to my wasted ex-girlfriend.

Her arm was wrapped around Lizzy's shoulders, she could barely stand. What has gotten into her to act this way? I carried her, bridal style, and laid her on the couch.

"Go home, Lizzy. I can manage her drunk a.ss."

She raised her brow at me and crossed her arms. "I'm not leaving you with her."

"What? I'm not gonna take advantage! I used to do this, and I still remember how, so please, leave using the door behind you."

Hearing the sound of her heels leaving the apartment, she looked back. "She had so much tonight without you. Just so you know, bye." She left a smirk and closed the door after her.

I shifted my eyes back at Hyeri, who is honestly looking like a total mess. She was motionless, but her lips were moving, as if she wants to say something.

"What do you want, drunkard?!" I stood up beside her, hands on the pocket of my sweat pants.

What is this idiot trying to say now? Hmm, hmmm, and another hmmmm, ugh it's annoying! I scanned her body for any signs of violence or sexual action, and the only clue I got was her lipstick smudged on the edge of her lips and a bruise on her thigh probably from her stupidity.

"Had a lot of kisses, huh?" I spoke to myself.

"J—Jungkook..." She tried getting up but she ended up falling at the edge of the couch. I pulled away her hair, hoping to comprehend her mumbles.

"Cut the crap, Hyeri. What do you want?"

"B—Bath."

This is worse than talking to a baby. She grunted and wiggled uncontrollably, and so I sat her up and leaned her head to my chest.

"Come on, baby. What is it? Bath? I don't get — son of a b.itch!" She threw up on my shirt! I almost puked in disgust.

"Bathroom," she spoke after wiping her mouth with her palm, and finally passing out on my chest, and on her disgusting puke. Fucking hell, I can't move! I don't wanna move! Asfahjsndkdhdndbs!!!

I closed my eyes and slowly laid her on the floor. As nasty as it may seem, I swallowed my courage and took a deep breath before carefully curling my shirt off my body. Oh goodness, the moist, the smell, the substance. Ugh! I threw it on the bin before washing myself up and changing into a new shirt. I got back to the living room, only to find her stripping on the window. On the fric.kin window! The curtains weren't down and the lights were on. There's an apartment opposite ours, so yeah you know where this would go if anyone saw her naked!

"Hyeri, no! Stop! Stop!" I blocked her view of the window, closed down the curtains, and guess fuc.king what? She's still asleep. I mean, yes, I'm aware that she sleep walks but this is the first time I've seen her like this.

She continued unzipping her dress from behind, revealing her black lingerie. Seriously? She went out wearing those? Oh hell, no. I grabbed her waist, before she could completely take her dress off, and threw her on the mattress.

She grunted as I watched her make herself comfortable on the bed, and once she stopped twitching, I climbed up to her and wiped the remains of vomit off her mouth.

"When will you stop doing this, baby?" I whispered, knowing she won't hear me. I grabbed a new set of wipes and cleaned the rest of her face.

I ran to her room to get a pair of pajamas for her, and when I got back, she was laying on her side, peacefully sleeping. "You look better when you're asleep, calm and — beautiful. How could you be so unaware of it?" I smiled and turned her over, her back facing me. I unzipped the rest of her dress, and took off her lingerie. But she must've noticed what I was doing, she held my wrist tight.

"No, stop..."

"Baby, it's me."

Upon hearing my voice, she let go of my hand and smiled. She turned herself over, revealing her bare self to me. I've seen her naked a couple of times, of course. But it's different this time, she's not my girlfriend anymore. Am I even allowed to let her expose herself to me? I don't think so, it felt wrong.

I left a trail of kisses from her stomach all the way down to her waist, she left a lowly moan as I did so.

"Not yet," I whispered, quickly sliding her panties up, and wore the pajamas to her. I didn't plan on staying with her tonight though. As soon as I was done fixing her, I left.

"Jungkook..." I heard her murmur under the sheets. I looked back, and noticed she was still asleep. Sleep talking is one of her talents, too. She's one creepy woman.

"No, please...no," she started panicking as if someone's running after her. She's having a bad dream, but is it about me? Why is she pleading?

"Jungkook, please, Ju—"

W-why is she crying? What is happening?

"Baby, calm down. I'm here. Hush now, it's okay." I laid beside her and embraced her with my body. She held my arms around her the entire night.

Hyeri's:

"Ahhh, fu.ck!" I woke up with a sore headache. I could feel the universe breaking down into pieces inside my head. I opened my eyes and wow okay, this is not my room. Why am I on his bed? Why is my dress on the floor? Who — wait — Did he undress me?

"OMG, NO!" I bit my nail trying to recall the night. "F.uck! I don't remember. Should I ask him? No, I shouldn't. Should I? No, Hyeri, it's okay. Just act cool."

I got off the bed and picked up my clothes. I tiptoed my way out, as he was busy playing video games on the living room. I thought he wouldn't notice but —

"Good morning, drunkard. I bought food, eat if you want."

"Excuse me?"

He paused the game and looked back on the kitchen. His room and mine are just across the kitchen, if you're wondering. The living is situated in front of the kitchen, and the dining area sits behind the couch. It's just composed of a small square table, and four chairs. Normal people chilling on the sala wouldn't notice people lurking on the kitchen, but there he is. He's a special kind of doucheba.g. Oops, I mean psychic.

He was wearing loose yellow sweater, and his sweatpants. His hair wasn't fixed, and his bangs were flowing freely on his forehead. His usual look.

"How are you feeling?" He bit his lip, hesitating to say another word. Does he actually care about me now? Did something really happen last night?

"Why do you care? Don't you have a date or something? Keep yourself busy, I can handle myself."

I took a brave step but my knees felt weak and my thighs kinda hurt. I still have hangover. How much did I drink last night?

"It doesn't look like so." He took a small step.

"Back off, Jungkook. I don't need your help." I limped towards my room, and threw myself on bed. I dialed Lizzy's number, and she picked it up in an instant.

"Lizzy!"

"Hmm, Hyeri! You're awake! How's your head?!" I could sense her concern over the line.

"Still hurts. Thank you for last night."

"Anything for you, by the way—"

She was cut short when I heard a man call out her name. Is she meeting other guys now? This is new. Lizzy never had a boyfriend, just flings. She's afraid of commitments and such.

"I'm sorry, where were we?" she went back on the line but I was already dozing off. My head really hurts.

"Call you later, Lizzy. Bye!"

As I felt my body shutting down, the last thing I saw was Jungkook on the edge of my bed, holding a cup.