.....JUNGKOOK?!

My eyes opened with a thud sound piercing my ears and my racened heartbeat. The familiar ceiling relaxed my muscles until the recent events dawned on me.

College. Lia. Pain. Jungkook.

I forced myself in the sitting position ignoring the numbness of my body and heaviness of my head. My wounds had been bandaged and the clothes had been changed.

I fought back tears and he was standing infront of me in a grey tee and trousers with his wet hair. And that smile. The smile with the dimples. The shine in his eyes and the warmth of him around me was all I could ask for.

I hugged his waist when he walked over to the bed and vowed to never let him go. The after shocks of the incidents still remained and all the possibilities that I could think of were displeasing.

His hands caressed my back while I snuggled into him. I needed it. His scent. His warmth. Him. So what if he abducted me? So what he tricked me into this marriage? He never ever touched me like that.

Harsh. Brutal. Painful.

He was anything but that.

Getting on his knees he engulfed me in his arms knowing I was craving for it. He's my knight in shining Armour having a heart encased in gold barriers. I don't care if the world sees him as a monster.

For me he's my solace, my drug, my world.

"Are you hungry?" I hummed as he whispered but not letting go of his shirt acting as a needy lil kiddo. I'm alright. Everything's fine. He's here. I tried to convince myself.

"I'll be there in a minute" I unwantedly let him go but a soft peck was worth the wait as he came back with a tray. Since my right hand was bandaged he fed me and I let him. I had to.

I was carried to the backyard to my babies. Yes he lifted me. In his arms. My personal vehicle. He didn't leave my side the whole day. Not when I was studying. Not when I was Netflix-ing and not even when I was asleep later in the night.

He had been there the whole time.

A week passed like that. All this time jungkook was home with me. The whole time. And I was being pampered to the fullest. From being fed by him to being carried around in his arms.

And cuddling every night.

Things weren't the same. I now wake up in middle of nights terrified screaming like crazy. Or there'd be times I'd shed silent tears while sleeping.

I'd flinch with every sudden voice and I'd flinch with any touch. Guess that's what they call trauma. The voices in my head don't seem to die out. Not yet.

But he'd been there the whole time. For me.

I was sitting on the edge of bed after lunch realising I haven't washed up properly for like a week and my hair stinks. Oily and rough. I smelled em and

Ew.

I was thinking of asking Mary to help me with it. But then again I'm not comfortable with anyone seeing me naked. The last time I don't remember. It was before my puberty.

Maybe.

As i said I don't remember.

I was lifted off the bed and I shouldn't have been startled but I was. And I was being carried. Nothing new. To the bathroom. Yes bath--- TFFFF.

I glared at the boy real hard but he didn't take the hint or maybe he was playing innocent. Gawd--

"Put me d-down. W-What are you..." My voice died out when I was placed on the counter and my hoodie was taken off. Technically it was his hoodie but I was wearing it.

Why? Because it's comfy.

But as a reflex I covered my front. My cheeks must've turned red- tomato colored. "I can ask Mary to help me" I barely whispered avoiding his gaze.

"You're married to me not Mary" He took out something from his pocket and tied it around his eyes. Only then I realised that it was a handkerchief. Which he used as blindfold.

And this one lil action set out a whole pack of butterflies playing in my stomach. He's so ... considerate.

I might cry.

My body isn't my insecurity. I'm just kind of ... uncomfortable with anyone seeing me ... like this. It's my barebody afterall. And he knew. The fact that he did I--

Ever so gently he unhooked the bra and took it off while I did my best not to have unhealthy thoughts. His breath mixing with mine and his slight touch sending electric jolts in my body. But my mind lingered at erm thoughts in between.

D-D-Dirty mind.

I breathed out when my shorts were taken off but I totally ignored the fact how

tight his jaw was or how much he had been holding. I know nothing~

I guided him to the tub and when it was almost full he opened his eyes taking off that handkerchief and I half screamed. Well yeah I realised that I was covered with bubbles and nothing but my head was out.

He shampooed me while I talked bout things like a chatter box I am. After a good half an hour he dressed me up. And yes he did cover his eyes ... again.

Sudidifihuccttdtd5ucdtud5ud5d5ue5e5e5y.

A box on the bed was welcoming us in the room and jimin was standing in a corner on his phone. I was tucked in the sheets by my man when jimin walked over to me after he was done with the call.

"How's our princess doing?"

I gave a thumbs up whilst he ruffled my hair. "How's Mr.Shortie doing?" His eyeballs went wide as if they'd fall out any moment and I lived for this moment.

"I'm not--"

"Not again you two" jungkook interfered well knowing we were going to bicker for a good hour if we started now but phew an hour was saved.

"I'll be off" Making faces at me jimin left the room and I was left with nothing but curiosity. And I just couldn't resist. So I opened the box after his nod.

And I drooled.

Over a dress.

And pair of heels.

That wasn't just a dress. It was perfectly tailored, knee length peach dress with silk shine. Both elegant and womanly.

Just one word; Alluring.

And the stripped heels were hells cute and I couldn't help but make weird sounds. Girls thingy. And the boy adored me with his eyes. I noticed that discreet smile.

Soon my excitement died as a realisation dawned on me. "What's this for?" I gazed the boy from top to bottom. Lifting one eyebrow and he cleared his throat before speaking.

An unusual thing

"For a family dinner"

And there was silence for good five minutes. My heart screamed. My thoughts went wild and my cells having a lil party in there. But I asked with a smooth tone.

"In Busan?" He hummed and an idea caught up my brain. A small smirk overtook my lips. And I was on my knees on my bed, my fingers playing with his shirt.

"I've a condition." His arms encircled around my waist pulling me closer while he hummed briefly. "I want to meet jisoo"

And the next moment I knew I was pinned on the bed with his figure hovering mine.

"Convince me"

To be continued ...