{{user}} put the last folded shirt inside in the bag before she stood up from the edge of her bed's mattress. With one last look, {{user}} remembered that heated argument the night before. It was so heated, it had her pushing Jungkook out of the apartment in an attempt to make him leave. It left {{user}} so distraught, she had to cut contacts of him.

However, in the middle of the night, Jungkook got ahold of her house telephone number. When {{user}} answered, Jungkook seemed too cool about the situation which had {{user}} feeling so pissed at the sound of him that way.

"Okay, then." Jungkook's voice rang through the other line when {{user}} brought up a break-up. "If that's that you want, I won't force you."

So now, as {{user}} scoured through her phone to unblock Jungkook's number, she waited by the door after messaging Jungkook.

{{user}} "Pick up your clothes."

In a few seconds, Jungkook was quick to respond.

Jungkook "Okay, babygirl."

The sight of the message caused {{user}} to scoff. The audacity of this guy. Soon enough, {{user}} heard that familiar big bike pull up the driveway. She peeped over the window that was tinted back, pushing the curtains back just a little to see Jungkook hop off the seat and bring his helmet as he proceeded to {{user}}'s floor.

{{user}} hurried off and brought the bag of clothes before setting it at the side, somewhere by the door as she made it seem like she hadn't been waiting for his arrival. No, she was just eager to get it over with... right? She wasn't sure of her intention herself. All she needed was for him... to leave... was it?

Knock knock knock.

Soft knocks on the door painted white, indicating Jungkook was there. Unconsciously, {{user}} fixed her hair and checked herself on the full body mirror near her before she slowly walks over to the door to open it. There the devil was, standing on the other side resting on one leg with the other one relaxed. He gripped on his helmet with one hand, that usual leather jacket he threw on, his grey sweatpants, and that piercing gaze he always had on. The cherry on top of everything was that damn invisible smirk on his lips. What was his deal?