방탄소년단
His large hand pressed against her back, bringing her wilted figure up to his, chest to chest.
"You're the girl that other guys wish for." Jungkook's lips sketched themselves over her boiling cheek, leading up to her ear. "I'm other guys, by...
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Jungkook had consented to her welcoming invite, agreeing to stay at her place for the rest of their date — following behind Devora in his car as she led the way.
She suggested they'd stay at her apartment, maybe order food or simply have a one-on-one conversation for the first time in a while.
It wasn't a very long drive, it actually seemed like a shorter distance compared to before, when she was making her way to the Music club.
She didn't think there was anything wrong with inviting him back to her place, it's not like either of them would try anything.
They were friends and sure she had feelings for him, but she would never do anything that she considered too provocative for just friends.
Devora thought about how impertinent and brazen she plausibly seemed to Jungkook — urging him back to her place when they weren't even a couple yet.
'What's wrong with inviting friends over?' Devora was obstinate when it came to her painstaking and intermittent thoughts, a constant inexorable voice narrating her rights from wrongs.
It was as if she had a tiny angel and devil on each of her shoulders. The angel was what any person would expect; reassuring and mollifying; informing her that she was a courteous, and supportive person to be welcoming him into her apartment.
However, on her left shoulder was a bane and heinous devil, its strenuous voice poisoning her confidence with the constant onslaught of uncertainties and records of her insecurities.
She unequivocally favored the saint on her shoulder in lieu of the scamp.
Pulling into the apartment complex, she ultimately put an end to her disputing decisions, parking her car in the same locality she constantly parked in.
Jungkook parked on the street, near the entrance of the lot.
It wasn't a very large street — a simple two-way — so he wasn't too concerned about another driving vehicle hitting his car.
They walked each other to her room, Jungkook allowing her to lead the way.
It was on the fourth floor, passing many other rooms from the other people who lived there.
Unlocking the door, she switched on the light that was beside the entrance. Brightening up her modern living room from the dark that yawned over it while she was gone.
The floors were authentic wood and it consisted of a light shade of grey, almost a charcoal white oak. It was fitting for the color of the comfortable dark peppered grey couches, and the fleecy rug beneath it to cover the wooden floor.
In front of the couches were a flat-screen TV hung up on the wall, a black wooden shelf underneath it to hold framed family photos, and a record player.
