Maybe (아마도) || jjk. + k.th + reader

Chapter 4

-Oh woah cowboy, stop yourself if you want to have dinner, and don't reply saying I could be your dinner cause I swear you are out

-What kind of sorcery are you using, get out of my head -once I start joking around I can't stop -I get it, I get it, but I make know that I'm only doing all this to obtain your favour, so then you sell me cheaper tickets -she faked an ofended expression that make it last until we both sat on the floor, ready to enjoy the meal.

She avoided talking about herself during all the evening. Past midnight she had taken more glasses of wine than food on her mouth.

-How can someone so tiny eat that little? You should take care of your health

-Yes mom -she lighted up a cigarette and offered me an other one which I rejected politely. She was, somehow, fascinating, of course you could see from miles away how broken she was, but there was a mysterious beauty shinning on her. I immediatly knew she needed help, I wasn't completly sure about what kind or what should exactly do but something inside me was determined to protect her at all cost.

-Hey Taehyung, have you been abducted? I was saying, you've already told me your name and where do you buy your expensive clothes. You must have an amazing job, don't you? What are you into? Let me guess. Drug dealer? -fast change of the topic, as I've said, she was trying to avoid talking about herself with so much effort

-Too ordinary for my undeniable class, don't you think? -she seemed amused and comfortable. Good- Actually I work on a kindergarten. Don't look at me like this, I'm sorry for smashing your fantasies on the floor. It's the only job I could apply for that let me be near to my grandmother and visit her without struggling too much with my schedule

A shade ran across her face darkening her facial expression, I felt the need to make a quick joke but something inside me was telling me not to, so instead I asked was going on.

-Nothing, it's just that my grandmother has came to my mind for a second

-Really? I'd like to hear more about her – I patted the humid wood of the floor as a sing to encourage her

-She is dead. But you'll have to get to drunk me and whisper sweet things into my ear for me to tell you the whole story -she said nonchalantly. Her naturality caught me off guard, I couldn't think of a witty reply. She had already stood up and was washing the dishes when an idea came through my mind as a flash. It could work. I ran next to her side and began to help with what remainded from the dinner, full of excitment.

-What. Why are you smiling like a psycho?

-Come to live with us

-With you? What are you saying, you must have drank too much. Plus, you, who?

-Me and my flat mate, we are both living on a huge appartment, it is too big for only the two of us. You wouldn't pay as much as you do for this refrigerator you like to call home. Plus, he needs a strong feminin presence, he is such a primitive animal who's silently begging for discipline. Do you need more arguments? You haven't recovered yet from your flu, it's getting worse although you deny it, yes, I've noticed, and by staying here you'll end up hospitalized.

I didn't obtained more than a "let me think about it" but I didn't lose my hope. When I finally left, she was coughing too much.

Back home he was waiting for me as always, lying on the sofa half asleep, with multiple beers placed strategically, ready to fall whenever I got in. He looked at me with the word curiosity printed all over his innocent face.

-Finally Taetae, I was starting to be worried, I thought someone had kidnapped you, remember I have no money to pay for your freedom -he mocked as always. I ignored him as I did my way to the kitchen, but he unfortunatelly followed me and kept persuading me.

-I was with a girl -I barked without leaving my eyes off the glass of water

-You? Congrats, have you already fucked her?

-Jeon Jungkook, be a little more gentle, you might have to spend a lot of time with her -he groaned as a sign of rejection. 

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"He is completly insane, he barely knows my name and where I live and he has just asked me a few minutes ago if I want to share the appartment with him and his flat mate? Do I attract, not only trouble, but also weird people? Well, he is actually nice and it seems we get along so well...No, no, no, what am I saying? I need to take a hot shower or I'll get worse"

I waited to remove my clothes until the water was already burning. I had exactly 20 minutes before the hot water was cut out, but I remained in front of the little mirror a little more, I only needed 10 minutes to do it. I could feel the heat caressing my white skin now, stretch marks decorating my body as tattoos. They didn't annoy me at all, in fact, they had their own story too, their reason to be. The steam devoured me together with my thoughts. Should I accept the offer?