Jungkook had been your hybrid for months now, and to say he was a piece of work was little, but you were fond of him anyways. He was aroused all the time, which you ended up getting used to, and you had even caught him ḥụmpıɲg pillows or touching himself before, something he was shameless about. Even so, he was mostly caring and affectionate, so you could look pass the constant sexual driven actions he put up, and his constant possessive actions and protectiveness gave away how much he actually cared and loved you. Despite always being needy and clingy, demanding attention and affection constantly, he had quite the dominating personality, walking around the house with a smirk and, sometimes, shamelessly half-naked, so you had to handle his duality often.

You got inside your house, closing the door behind you and looking around, not hearing a single noise or voice. Normally, Jungkook always greeted you immediately after you arrived from work, coming from the bedroom and demanding your attention before you even took your coat off, so it was very odd to be welcomed by a silent and empty house. Not once had he missed greeting you when you arrived, and that for itself made everything more weird. You knew he hadn't gone anywhere—the house was locked and he wasn't the type to want to escape—so he had to be somewhere in the house, you just had to look.