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Both Namjoon and Hyun were gone by the time I woke up again, leaving two mortal enemies to the company of each other. Somehow I doze off again after breakfast, owing that to postoperative pain meds and boredom.
I dignified myself by staring at the ceiling. The sound of ceiling fan, though mum, is loud beneath our unforthcoming. Jungkook remained impressively immobile and effortlessly refined- one might mistook him as a graven image - on the door with eyes closed I interpret as an effort to deny my impossible presence
Though I scarcely fancy him, a sight of his shadow provide incongruous security.
But oddly, though a man's nature has the ability to impose discomfort, it also ironically provide a sense of safety in differing times. I can't help but regard Jungkook as such. His brutality makes him dangerous, but it's also protective. And though I would like to remain impassive, his complexity is starting to arouse my curiosity, but not so much as to reconsider my outlook on him.
Still, me being curious? About this devilshit?
Uhuh that's a dangerous thread to walk on to
I recalled my words and contemplated before opening my mouth, "Which did you took offense? That you're unlikely friendly, wild, intolerable..."
he answered, but it was a question "do you think it affected me?" there's a no disdain, only reservation.
"Of course"
I felt him look, so I made a motion to sit up and level my gaze with him. I saw the question in them. I have a conception of his display of vulnerability earlier but withheld it. I, like him, eschew vehemence. So I settled to be careful but truthful
"No one likes to be insulted Jungkook. That's being human"
" thought I was animalistic...huh" he feigned bewilderment
I narrow my eyes with the revelation, "so that's it"
he scowled and look away, confirming.
"you are easy to read"
his scowl, if possible, turned more sour "Don't make assumptions or try to distinguish me"
"I own a spirit of inquiry for anything convoluted. I'm a stem person at heart." I apprised
"you are prying"
"I can do what I want"
He shook his head and become mute again.
I love silence too. But not without technological advances. I usually need something to fidget on, spaces do not strike me that much to keep me entertained now.
"Jungkook" the taste of his name on my lips is foreign. I just realized a called him thousand of things in my head aside from his real name
He look back at me and narrow his eyes
"hand me that" I pointed at the bread on the table
His nose seems to flare. He made no motion
"I got injured because of you" I reasoned out. I'm just bored, I wanna see him mad-a form of punishment I take joy in giving. I extended a peace sign, "two times. You can compensate for it now"
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FanfictionYou woke up, welcomed by a man pointing a gun on your face with anger and curiosity obvious on his face, his lips parted as he speaks "I'll shoot in you three if you don't tell me who the fuck you are"
