That woman had not lied.

The room is huge. One side of it is completely made out of glass, a massive window that overlooks the dimly lit streets below. The color of the curtains match the covers of the bed.

A warm scarlet.

I blush heavily when I see that there really is only one bed— a king size set right in the center of the room. The rug is also red— and there is an entire damn jar of rose petals on the nightstand.

I'm almost glad that Jungkook is over-the-top exhausted.

The moment I unlock the door, he slumps into one end of the bed. The lamplight is a soft gold when I turn it on, and I instantly turn it back off at the tingly atmosphere that it creates.

I cringe to myself.

I hated tingles.

Making sure he's completely knocked out on the bed, I check out the bath. It's so much better than I expect, and I hush an excited sound when I even find two pairs of clean, warm pajamas in the closet.

This was awesome.

I was not about to get into bed with these clothes, dusty and spotted with dried blood.

I strip once I'm in. The water is piping hot against my skin, and I shudder with pleasure as I slip inside the tub. There's a slight scent of floral in the air.

Jungkook was missing out.

I splash the water against my face.

But right now, that didn't seem like my proble—

"Rin?"

I instantly freeze at the sound of his voice. It's echoing right outside the bathroom, and my face pales when I realize that I had not locked the door behind me.

"Don't come in!" I yelp, my arms instinctively crossing over my bare chest.

I'm completely stripped naked right now.

"I won't." He says, and I sense a faint trace of relief in his words as they echo over the door. "I was just wondering where you were. I'll leave you alone."

His footsteps fade away again.

And I can no longer bask peacefully.

My heart's back to beating rapidly inside my chest. Questions rush through my mind— when had he woken? I had been so sure, that he would've slept like a rock until the morning in the least.

A blush reddens my cheeks.

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My damp hair drips water down to the lines of my shoulder. And I fidget my toes underneath the silken covers, feeling both comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time as I anxiously wait for him to finish washing.

The door finally clicks open.

Jungkook comes out of the bathroom, his dark locks messy against the towel slung around his neck. He's also changed out of his bloodstained clothes, to these stupid matching pajamas that's actually going to give me a heart attack from cringing so hard.

He comes closer.

And his brows raise when he sees me at the complete edge of the bed opposite his.

"Did we not kiss?"

I flush.

"I have something to admit." I announce, earning a curious glance in my direction. "I move around a lot in my sleep— a lot. And I'm not nice about it either."

I'd had this problem since I was young.

I could never just sleep in one spot. One time I'd kicked my own mother off her own bed— and from then on I had been banished down to the couch after almost dislocating her spine.

Jungkook laughs. And I can instantly tell that he isn't taking me seriously.

"It's alright." He says, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "Are you sleepy, Rin?"

I nod, eyelids heavy.

So when he waves me over, I don't put up too much of an argument. I settle right next to him underneath the covers, shaking my head to myself as he lazily wraps an arm around my figure.

He'd just have to learn the hard way, then.

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Do you take me for a fool?

I asked a question, Jeon Jungkook.

My eyes flash open. Sweat covers my forehead, and the material of my shirt clings to my back. I find my hand wrapped around my healing cut, on the side of my head.

I can't breathe.

My body feels heavy. The air feels suffocating, even when I force my heart to slow and take in deep breaths. It's too warm.

Then I realize why.

Someone's leg is on top of my lower chest. An arm wraps around my throat, and I feel the pulsing heat of another figure against my skin— the sound of a soft, even breathing echoing in my ear.

Rin.

No wonder.

With a light sigh, I gently peel away her fingertips buried deep into my hair. Somehow she had gotten the both of us tangled up so tightly that I can barely even move an inch.

I place her arm as carefully as I can on top of the bed.

And I'm about to shift her leg from my stomach when she groans. My eyes slightly widen when she throws her arm back on top of me, burrowing her face into the side of my shirt.

I stifle a shocked sound when her hand falls on top of my face, her palm hitting me straight on the bridge of my nose. My expression twists as I narrow my eyes at her through the gaps of her fingers.

At this point I was suspecting she was actually awake and was just messing with me.

But no.

She is asleep.

Then she makes another noise. Her hand shifts off my face— to wrap tightly around my upper arm. Her leg moves as well, and I glance at her as she sidles up to press herself against the side of my body.

The corners of my mouth soften.

I move a couple loose strands of her hair over the curve of her ear. Then I place a soft kiss against her forehead, before stealing another on her cheek.

And I'm about to pull her closer when the guilt pours through, sharp and cold.

Both of us were being tracked, at this very moment.

He would've heard, by now. About a certain girl who was with me. And if he ever found me with her, he would kill her in front of my eyes in a heartbeat.

Kim Haein was not the type of person to hesitate in front of murder. Even if that was the murder of women or children.

He didn't care.

"Boring."

Warm lips press against mine. And I'm instantly swept from my thoughts as my eyes focus on the ones sparkling in front of me.

Rin smiles drowsily.

"If you're going to start something, might as well finish it, huh? I was waiting for that one."

She had been awake.

"Since when..."

"Doesn't matter," She says, cutting me off. And my hands instinctively wrap over her wrists when she reaches for my shoulders, yawning.

My eyes flicker.

Her body is just so small against mine.

"Hug me."

I blink.

"Right now?"

"...no, I meant tomorrow." She says, raising a brow. "Yes, right now. It's kinda cold."

My eyes catch on the abandoned blanket, piled in a lump on the floor. She gives me a sheepish smile before shrugging her shoulders.

"I think I kicked it away. My bad."

I laugh softly. And then I reach for her, even though a corner of my mind still worries for her and what could happen if she stayed with someone like me.

She makes a squeaky noise when I pull her tight to my chest. I feel her slender arms circle my waist, her hands pressing against my back.

Rin giggles.

"You smell nice."

This girl.

"Go to sleep." I murmur, even when there's nothing more I want to do than to touch and kiss her until dawn came. She makes a disappointed sound as she buries herself deeper in my arms.

But tomorrow, we'd have to leave again. I'd have to take her out of this place— we only had a couple more safe hours. The Skygrounds would only be able to provide refuge for tonight.

Tomorrow I'd take her to the Underground, where it was impossible to find a runaway.

My eyes wander over her. The wide room, and the soft sheets around the both of us. The peaceful silence feels terribly wrong.

If I was alone, I would've never let myself take this kind of luxury.

I glance down at Rin's closed eyes.

She, was my greatest luxury.