"Bad experience," I say with a shrug, "Hm. Namjoon threatened to put a video of me masturbating on porn hub once,"

"He is such a dick." Jungkook shrugs, "Didn't actually do it, he just said it so I'd stop masturbating,"

"Well, least you got a level up from your own hand now," I say with a chuckle, "Yeah, and you come with free toys,"

"Uh huh. I'm like the better toys'r'us,"

He giggles finally getting out the bath to come sit in my lap, "Ah, I don't wanna go back,"

"Well, you could call him say your gonna stay here,"

"Can't stay here forever, longer I stay the worse it's gonna be when I go back,"

"You better get your ass dressed and gone then," I mutter pecking his neck, "...Don't wanna. He's too dirty and strict... He'll probably come pick me up soon anyway,"

"He doesn't know where I live... Does he?"

"There's a tracker on my phone,"

"For fuck sake," I groan. "Sorry... I should have left my phone at home..." I hum in agreement.

"I can leave now... He might not have checked it yet,"

"You could get dressed and we could go get some breakfast or something?"

"So you aren't angry...?" He asks shuffling off my lap. "You can't help that he is a psycho,"

"Yeah, but I should've told you about the tracker," He mumbles wrapping a towel around himself.

"Nah. Don't worry about it," I sigh getting up. "Okay..." He says handing me a towel.

I dry my hair as I go to my bedroom to find some clothes, "Can I borrow some clothes? Mine are dirty,"

"Sure. I should have some stuff that'll fit you,"

"Thanks," He smiles sitting next to my wardrobe. I go through some stuff passing him a white t-shirt and some jeans.

He puts the t-shirt on, "Can I borrow some underwear too?"

"Sure. Go find some in the drawer over there," Jungkook nods grabbing some underwear from my drawer.

I get dressed pulling on some underwear before I put on some ripped jeans and faded band t-shirt.

"So, where are we gonna go?" He asks hooking his arm around mine.

"Wanna go to a café down the road? They do good bagels," He nods, pulling me towards the door to get our shoes on.

I slide my hand to hold his as we walk out the door.

♡

Time skip, one month later-

I glance to my phone as I walk up the stairs leading to Jungkook's and Namjoon's apartment.

It's not the first time I've been here but I still have to stare at the directions Jungkook gave me. It's like Namjoon
didn't want anyone to find him. Ever.

I knock on their door after double checking it's the right place and wait for someone to answer.

Namjoon opens the door and sighs, "You again?"

"I've only come here like twice, but yeah, me again," I smile leaning against the door frame.

He sighs again stepping aside to let me past, "Jungkook!" He calls.

Jungkook walks down the hall quickly after hearing his name being called, "Yeah?" I give him a two fingered wave with a smile, "Hey,"

He smiles grabbing onto my arm, "How come you're here?"

"Bored." I say honestly walking with him to his room going away from Namjoon.

"Thanks Namjoon!" Jungkook calls down the hall before opening his bedroom door.

I peck his lips as I enter his room with a sigh "I hate that guy," I mumble.

"I know," He sighs sitting on the edge of his bed, "So, what did you wanna do?"

I shrug laying back on his bed, I cross my arms behind my head. He crawls onto my waist, laying on my chest. "So there's nothing you wanna do?"

"Hmm not that I can think of," I hum teasingly hugging my arms around him.

"Really? Cause every time I see you it's cause you wanna fuck. Who broke you?"

"No one did," I chuckle moving my hands up his back as I look at him. "You're weird," He sighs snuggling into my chest.

"So? You like weird." I say resting my head against his, "Maybe." He mumbles moving to lay next to me.

I roll onto my side sliding my arm around his waist, "Although~..." I hum, "Although~?" He chuckles.

"We could get up to a few things~"

"Like~?"

I slide my hand under his shirt pressing his body against my own, I place my lips against his.

"Can you feel my muscles?" He asks lifting his shirt to look at his lightly toned stomach.

"You're so vain," I coo my hands rubbing up his stomach, "Shut up, you know why I asked," Jungkook pouts swatting my hand away.

I grin rolling on top of him "Yes I can feel your muscles."

"Thank you," He smiles kissing my cheek, "You're so cute" I coo rubbing my nose against his.

"Shush I wanna be hot again. You know this," He flicks my forehead lightly.

"I know doesn't stop you being cute," I coo pecking the side of his jaw, "I'm still sexy," He complains pulling my head to his so he can kiss me.

I smirk kissing him back "Yes you are baby boy."

"Thank you, Daddy~" I smile placing my hand on his cheek, "Sooo you know what you want to do yet?" Jungkook asks wrapping his arms around my neck.

"Hmm, there is so much we could get up to~" I hum my eyes glancing to the camera in the corner of the room.

"Can you turn the camera off?" I mutter against his ear looking at the small blinking light showing that the device is operating.

"If Namjoon was watching he would've interrupted us already," He says running his hands under my shirt.

I lift his arms pulling his top over his head, I stand up hanging it over the camera lense "Problem solved,"

"There's more then one camera though," He chuckles taking his shirt off the camera to fold it.

"Well cover them," I say with a sigh, "With what?" He asks frowning as he hoists himself up onto his desk.

"I dunno. put something over them,"

"They don't record unless Namjoon presses record anyway,"

"Don't care." I say with a shrug. "Fine," Jungkook mumbles flopping on his bed.

"You gonna do it? I only know where one of them is. "

"Nope, I'm just gonna nap," He sighs unlocking his phone, "You're no fun," I groan laying beside him.

He looks over to me with his cheek squished by his hand, "Go ask Namjoon to turn them off then,"

"You. I dont wanna speak to him,"

"Even if you ask he'll take it out on me, why should I be punished cause you don't like cameras?"

I press my lips together, "Fine," I lay on my back my arms behind my head. "Exactly." Jungkook pouts turning his phone off.

I glance to him with a sigh, he grabs a blanket from the edge of the bed, cuddling with it as he shuts his eyes.

I lift his arm placing his around my waist as I shuffle forward, "What are you doing?" He mumbles without opening his eyes.

"What does it look like?" I say hugging onto him as I press my forehead against his.

"Looks like the inside of my eyelids,"

"I'm taking a nap with you dumbass," I mutter, he hums nodding before he pushes some of the blanket into my face.

I smile "I hate your roommate so much"

"Why's that?" He mumbles already half asleep, "I hate people who ruin a mood without even being in the room," I mumble back.

"How did he ruin the mood?" He chuckles leaning in to my chest, "With his cameras,"

He shrugs, "Not like he looks often,"

"He shouldn't have cameras in here in the first place. You should have your privacy,"

"It's not a big deal, his apartment, his rules," I shrug with a sigh "Guess so... His rules suck,"

He hums in agreement, "Better then homelessness,"

"If you would have ignored him. If you had kept dancing with jimin... It would have turned out ok..."

"Guess so, but even if I did, would I have been able to financially support myself with dancing?"

"Jimin did."

"Jimin does a lot of things,"

"And you could have done to,"

"Jimins different. He manages things like that, I can't," I sigh sensing that I won't do any good at comforting him when he has an answer for everything I say. I nuzzle into his neck.

"Thanks for helping me," Jungkook whispers wrapping his arms around my head, "You're welcome."