🐥🐰 fiction 💖
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Love never dies a natural death.
It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds.
it dies of...
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As at 2pm the next day, hoseok dropped me at jungkook's house , leaving me just right at the compound, muttering something about going to get stuff he needed for his party
I gripped on my bag tightly as I made slow steps to the front door
What am I doing here
I took my time to look at my surroundings, the house was massive, I wonder how he could live here with just his daughter, Bora must feel so lonely sometimes or maybe not.
I shouldn't assume things
Stepping on the porch, I hesitated to knock, was he even going to hear if I did knock..
Use the doorbell asshole
I reached for the bell, and I hesitated. I looked around me, was it too late to turn back?.. I didn't even get a confirmation from jungkook, in fact I haven't seen him since the last time, and here I was at his doorstep, what was I going to say if he opens the door
Oh hey, I'm your daughter's babysitter, make way!
my legs felt like jelly, I couldn't do this.
I could feel fear wash over me, I couldn't face him... alone.
I turned to leave, I have to leave while I still can, I would apologize to hyung later..
I guess the universe was not in my favour today, just as I was about to walk away, the door slung open..
I frozed on my spot, I knew who it was even though I had my back turned, I could feel the aura emanating from him, I could perceive his woody scent, like sauvage, and boy he smelled so fantastic.
My heart was thumping in my chest as I slowly turned, locking eyes with him, my legs almost gave me out, he eyed me from up to down, like he was accessing me
I averted my eyes and bowed slightly
"Come in" He muttered and moved out of the way, i stepped in and I was mesmerized by his interior design, he was a lover of black, everything screamed black with a touch of white.
his living room smelled like him and freshly made meals
I could feel his eyes baring into my back, so I turned, he had his hands in his pockets, clearly not fazed I caught him staring..
What should we say
I mentally rolled my eyes at my subconciousness
"I- I.." I started but couldn't make out anything, I bit my lower lips as I felt colors rush to my cheeks
"What did I say about stuttering"
He asked in the most toneless voice I had ever heard
