June 29th, 2023
11:40 pm

My eyes automatically rolled into the back of my head at his words. How was this important? I truly didn't understand JK in the slightest.

He watched me with baited breath, seemingly eager for my response. But, of fuckin' course, me being...well, me, I had a perfect reply for his question.

"Don't know." I shrugged carelessly forcing my lips to purse upwards in a small pout, "Why?" Okay, I wasn't really nice with my words. But could you blame me? Sure, he said sorry and shit, but I was a petty ass bitch – and a petty ass bitch I was and I didn't care.

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I liked seeing 'im suffering, hehe.

JK's too-fuckin'-handsome-for-his-own-motherfuckin'-good face fell into a sad frown, and I cringed; hastily shoving the pinpricks of incoming guilt away before I dwelled on it too much.

He twisted the multiple rings up and down his long fingers in thought – boba eyes trained solely on the movement of his fingers. I think he was searching for something else to say.

I felt the itching urge to run away and lock myself away in my room, and I wondered if I could get away with just shootin' up off my ass and hurling my body as far away from J fuckin' K as possible.

For fuck's sake; I reallyyyy hated feelings.

( gag slash sob )

His body warmed my body from where I was laying on the couch and he was sitting in front of my legs. My toes curled automatically in an effort to control myself.

By now, I was so absorbed within my thoughts ( and JK ), that the throbbing and slight burning of my tattoo was completely out of my mind.

"Welp," I announced loudly, deciding to ignore the slight jump that JK gave at my sudden loud tone, "this has been fun and all, but I'm gonna turn in for the night."

I scooted my body away from his to disrupt the butterflies and the erratic pounding of my heart whenever he was near, and climbed off the sofa. I eyed him out of the corner of my eye, and a low sigh left my lips.

As of right now, I was lost. And I fuckin' hated that with a motherfuckin' passion.

"...'night, JK." I spoke quietly, which was completely unlike me.

I watched his shoulders tense but other than that, JK made no move to turn his face up. He only mumbled back his goodnights and I was gone.

Anxiety clogged my veins when I finally hightailed it down the hall to the guest room.

***

June 30th, 2023
2 am

Sleep.

Sleep.

Sleep, you stupid ass bitch, SLEEP.

A low groan left my lips while I flipped onto my side and hoped in this new positon – i would finally be able to fuckin' sleep.

Was this a sign to get some melatonin, or some shit?

Once more – I closed my fuckin' eyes – and to no avail, no feeling of sleepiness overcame my body.

"Fuck this," I grunted, throwing the cover off my body harshly and pulling myself to my feet. "Gonna check if JK got some sleeping pills or somethin'." I spoke to myself with an eye roll.

Yeah, I talk to myself. You're a crazy psycho bitch if you don't.

I don't trust anyone who doesn't talk to themselves.

It's normal.

Right?

(At least, that's what I thought.)

Carefully sneaking down the hallway, I nearly fuckin' shit my motherfuckin' thong and died when I found that lil stud cunt muffin JK sleeping on the couch – looking like fuckin' tattoed angel, for fuck's sake (am I really surprised though?) Nah.

"Jesus Christ man," I pressed a couple shaking fingers to the throbbing pulse in my neck, watching him suspiciously while he softly snored.

My lips parted in awe, a moment of weakness, and for a moment; I watched him sleep.

He was beautiful.

No matter how pissy and hurt I was – I could admit this (not to his face, ya know?), but JK was truly beautiful. His personality was a little bit better now...but I guess I could say he wasn't that bad.

His perfectly sculpted chest rose and fell carefully as he slept, brows arching ever so slightly. I took a shaky step forward, heart pounding within my chest, before I stopped myself. Finally being in my senses; I sighed and cracked my knuckles.

When I drew closer, my fingers twitched to run themselves lightly over the smooth slightly textured skin of his face, but I stopped myself, fuckin' thankful that a little bit of my self control remained and threw a throw over his large body hauled my ass to the kitchen as quietly as I could.

I gulped down the water I stole from the fridge, and took a seat at the island – memories of tonight...and the memories of Liddy and JK resurfacing before I shook them away and washed them away with every cool refreshing sip of water I took.

I knew why it was bothering me so much. I liked him. Gag. But I barely knew anything about this guy – so why did I like (gag) him when I didn't even know who he truly was? His passions? Did he even work? What did he dislike? And like?

A snort left my nose.

So far I knew he loved Bam, his motorcycle, liked to clean, irritate the fuck outta me, and fuck.

Yeah, that's all I knew.

It still doesn't make any sense to me.

I didn't know how long I was in the kitchen for, but during my long (and deep) inner thoughts, a low masculine cry captured my attention and nearly made me spill this cold ass water all over myself.

"Shit!"

My legs were on autopilot the moment I heard the noise, and I carefully ran into the living room to find JK's body withering on the couch, apparent agony all over his handsome face.

I stopped dead in my tracks and gulped – recognizing the signs within the instant. The signs multiple people in my family deal with nearly every month.

Nightmares. The kind where you go back in time and relive the worst moments in your life.

I felt my eyes prick with tears at the distress JK was in, and for a moment, all the anger, the hurt, pride, and tough bitch persona left me.

I rushed over towards him, remembering what Dad had told me whenever we found Mom in this same position.

I fell onto my knees in front of his sleeping figure and hesitated to place my hands on him to wake him up.

Finally, I held my breath and carefully placed my hands on his stomach and gave him a soft shake.

"JK?" my voice hadn't ever sounded so soft and weak to my ears before. His body shook with tremors of terror as his lips twisted in a grimace.

His beautiful boba-like eyes shot open and stared straight into mine.

JK didn't know exactly what was going on at the moment, and it took him a second to be awake enough to understand the situation.

My hands never moved from their place on his stomach as it clenched underneath my hands. I gripped onto him firmly when he started to pull away.

"I...what are you–" his jaw clenched tightly when he closed his eyes, he looked like he was going to shut me out, but I wasn't going to let him.

"It's okay," I said, voice softer than I intended, and before I lost my nerve, I pushed his body against the back of the couch and slid in the free space beside him.

Remembering what my dad did for my mom back then, I slung his leg over my hip and pulled his face to rest in my neck. Hell, maybe it was the opposite way, but who gave a fuck, right? His breath came out shaky when it hit my neck, causing goosebumps to erupt.

I cradled the man closer to me and threaded my fingers through his hair to provide comfort. I wasn't the best at it, but I hoped I was able to help him.

"It's okay." I mumbled into the silent room, "I'm here."

— author's note ; ✨

thankfully this chapter didn't take me as long as I expected! Hope you enjoyed it and lemme know what you're looking forward to next! ❤️✨
Until next time!
Lightly ( not really ) edited hehe