50
Jungkook
A few minutes later, I heard the shower turn off, then there was silence.
My eyes were locked on the bathroom's door, Taehyung was in there, taking his shower. The silence only made my palms sweat and I rubbed them dry over my nightdress.
The door opened and Taehyung walked out, wearing only black sweatpants. His eyes were instantly on me, he noticed me looking, they twinkled almost teasingly. Walking closer, he stopped next to the bed, his big body looming over me.
My gaze followed a path down his chest, his ripped abs and then slightly below, then my head quickly snapped up when I saw the noticeable bulge.
Taehyung chuckled while I glared at his chest, refusing to look into his teasing eyes when my cheeks heated in embarrassment.
"So how is this going to work?"
His voice was low and deep, I gripped the comforter to stop myself from reaching out to him.
"What?"
I looked up to see him nodding toward the bed.
"We are not supposed to touch. How are we going to sleep?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in question.
Oh, right.
I glanced at the couch in the corner of the room and smiled.
"You can sleep on the couch."
Taehyung glanced at it, then back at me again, his expression filled with surprise.
"You are seriously kicking me out of my own bed?"
"You said it's our bed, so I get to decide too, right?"
I batted my eyelashes up at him innocently, trying to put up the most innocent face I could muster. Taehyung simply glared as he walked over to the couch, throwing his towel on the coffee table in agitation. I watched his shoulders tense, and the smile on my face slipped.
I was being unfair.
It didn't matter if we called it our room, this was still his room. Making him sleep on the couch wasn't reasonable or nice, either.
With a sigh, I started to get out of the bed. "I should go to my room," I suggested quietly.
Taehyung's eyes widened, he snapped, "No."
He pointed at the bed, glaring at me in the process. "Get back in there," he ordered. "I'd rather have you in the same room and not touch you than have you in the other room, so far away from me."
"Taehyung-" I started but never got a chance to explain before he cut me off.
"No. There is not my room or yours. This bed is as much yours as it is mine. It's ours! This is your room now. Got it?" His words punctuated as if he wanted me to understand and never doubt what he was saying. "So get that pretty ass of yours back in bed and go to sleep."
I lost the fight and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling a little guilty.
My eyes were cast down and I heard Taehyung's sigh, he approached the bed and stopped in front of me, I stared at his feet. When his hands came to rest on the mattress, I looked up in his eyes.
"Stop thinking so hard, Angel," he said quietly.
Angel.
My heart melted at the word and I smiled.
Taehyung leaned forward, his forehead just mere inches from mine but we didn't touch.
We were so close, yet not touching.
All I had to do was lean the slightest bit forward and we would be touching.
But neither of us moved.
"Good night," he whispered.
"Good night," I replied just as softly.
He still didn't move, and neither did I, when he finally did, I could see the disappointment in his eyes, and I felt my own, my chest aching as he stepped away. That small moment between us had lasted shorter than we wanted.
"I want to kiss you so bad right now, Jungkook," he confessed.
His words sent a shiver down my body. I wanted that, too. We both knew we couldn't just simply kiss, it would lead to more and we wouldn't be able to stop ourselves.
"I'll wait. For you, I will wait."
He was perfect and said the sweetest words.
It was hard to resist him.
I could feel myself slipping, forgetting about his punishment.
I could feel myself reaching for him, but he was already stepping away.
"Go to sleep, Angel."
Nodding, I laid down under the covers as he turned off the lights, only the lamp beside me casting a soft glow around the room. I faced the couch and saw Taehyung lying down, crossing his arms over his chest.
The couch appeared dainty with Taehyung laid down on it. Maybe he was too big for the couch, well, he really was. I burrowed deeper under the comforter and pressed myself into the soft mattress, willing myself to stop worrying and just sleep.
Hours later, I was still not asleep.
I glanced at Taehyung and wondered if he was already asleep. Without thinking I quietly got out of bed, making my way to Taehyung.
My feet stopped in front of him to see his eyes closed, his face calm with sleep. He was so beautiful like this. When I looked at Taehyung, I didn't see the cruel man, the killer or the monster.
All I saw was him, the man who called me Angel.
I saw the real him.
I pulled the bedsheet over his body, my heart accelerating just a little bit. I hoped he wouldn't wake up and when he didn't, my hands moved to his head, my fingers lightly brushing his forehead as I pushed the strands of hair away.
I caressed him, almost soothingly, wishing he was awake to feel my touch.
"I thought we weren't supposed to touch."
At his voice, I snatched my hand away. Taehyung cracked one eye open, sending me a smirk of his own. Scoffing at his teasing look, "You were awake this whole time?" I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Yes," he replied, looking down at the bedsheet covering his body.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"And miss the opportunity of you touching me?"
"Well, that's cheating,"
"You are the one who touched me?" He raised an eyebrow before shutting his eyes again.
"Go to sleep."
This time it was me ordering him around, his chest rumbled with low laughter, I smiled back.
Two days.
We could do this.
With renewed confidence, I got back in bed.
As soon as my head hit the pillow, I closed my eyes and waited for sleep to come.
It was dark.
Raining and foggy.
My body quaked with each harsh shudder.
The wind blew violently around me.
It was dark.
So dark.
Why was it dark?
Where was I?
I couldn't see anything.
Just darkness.
Were my eyes closed?
I tried to open them… but they were already open.
Help.. I tried to shout, but no words came out.
And then I heard his voice.
His sinister voice.
My skin crawled, my back stiffened, and a shiver ran down my spine.
No.
No.
I wanted to scream.
I now understood why it was only darkness.
I was back in hell.
He got me.
The devil had me and wouldn't let me go this time.
I wanted to scream again, but my voice was gone.
"Did you think you could escape?"
His voice was right next to my ear, but I couldn't see anything.
I only felt him.
A small part of me died as I felt his breath on my neck.
"I will always find you."
I tried to recoil from him but his hand clamped down painfully on my arms and I screamed.
This time, I heard it.
My voice came out hoarse, and my scream rang through my ears.
"Scream. Scream all you want. Nobody will save you this time. Not even him."
Not even him.
Taehyung.
No.
Taehyung, where are you?
I wanted to scream, but my voice was gone again.
And then I saw him.
Even through the darkness, I saw him.
He was walking toward me.
My saviour.
My peace.
He was here.
He would save me.
He would save me from the devil and this nightmare.
But all I saw was the rage in his eyes.
They glowed with it.
So much anger.
So much hatred.
I gasped when I realized it was all directed at me.
I tried to shake my head, tried to explain, but I was numb.
He stopped in front of me, his big body looming dangerously over mine.
Instead of feeling safe, all I felt was fear.
I could feel all his fury and hatred for me.
They were vibrating off his body, letting me know exactly how he felt.
I betrayed him and now I had to pay the price.
"I hate you," He hissed the words, shattering my heart in a thousand pieces, "You deserve what you got. Your soul belongs to the devil."
No.
No.
No.
Please.
Believe me.
He was walking away.
Away from me, leaving me behind with the devil.
No, come back.
Please come back.
Don't leave me.
He started to fade away.
I screamed and screamed until my throat hurt but no sound was made. Only the laughter of the devil could be heard.
"I hate you."
Those words resonated in my ears.
"Jungkook's yours," he said to the devil.
No!
I'm yours!
Only yours.
Please come back.
"Never show your face to me again. You are dead to me."
I'm sorry.
Please forgive me.
Please.
Please.
Then he was gone, fading away into the dark, leaving me behind with the devil who tortured my mind, body, and soul.
I shattered as I lost sight of my saviour.
"NO!"
I shot up in bed, my body drenched in sweat.
My ears rung with my screams.
The light was instantly on, Taehyung was by my side in a matter of seconds, but I flinched away.
All I could see was him walking away from me, fading in the darkness and leaving me behind.
No.
Lurching forward in bed, I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him tight to me. My hold was unyielding as I refused to let him go. He quickly wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me onto his lap, holding me just as tight.
"Don't leave me. Please don't leave me. Don't ever leave me," I mumbled in his chest, my heart racing at the thought of being without him. My body was shaking with silent tremors, I was trembling in his arms. I continued to beg him, "I can't. Please. Don't leave me, Taehyung."
Tears ran down my cheeks in an endless flow.
"Shhh…I'm here. I'm not leaving. I'm right here, Angel."
His words were soothing but the fear inside me wouldn't subdue. Taehyung continued to soothe me as I cried in his chest. He never let go of me, his arms remaining tight around me. I felt his fingers softly caressing my hips.
"I'm not leaving. I will never leave you. Don't cry, Angel. I can't bear your tears. I'm right here. I got you," Taehyung continued sweetly in my ears, willing me to believe him.
I wished I could, I wanted to believe him. It was just a dream, just a nightmare I tried to convince myself.
But was it?
Maybe it was just showing the truth, my reality when Taehyung learned the truth.
He hates me - what I am.
The real me, a Jeon. I'm part of the Ganpeh after all.
He hated the Ganpehs and no matter how much I wished it wasn't my reality, it was… I was his enemy.
My fingers tightened around his neck at the thought of losing him.
My guilt tasted bitter.
My heart ached while my mind felt numb.
I wanted to forget.
I just wanted to live in this happy bubble with Taehyung.
For how long?
My tears eventually stopped, my sobbing turning into small hiccups. Taehyung's soothing words finally penetrated through my foggy mind, I went limp against him. We were still holding each other, refusing to let go. I couldn't even if I tried.
It felt like if I let him go, I would crumble to pieces.
"Please don't leave me," I whispered one final time.
"I won't," he vowed.
"Promise me."
"I promise you, Angel."
"You said you don't break your promises."
My voice was muffled as I buried my face in his hard chest.
"And I don't. I will never break my promise to you, Jungkook. I'm yours as much as you are mine. I'm never letting you go," he soothed in my hair, placing a kiss on the top of my head.
Taehyung's words were what I wanted to hear, they were more than I wanted, except, whatever promises he made to me, they would mean nothing if he learned my truth.
Still, I made him promise.
It was selfish of me.
Maybe… just maybe, if he made this promise, he wouldn't leave me in the end.
Taehyung was the type of man who would never break his vow, no matter what. I tried to bind him to me in any way possible. My hands went to his chest, right over his heart. I felt its beat against my palm.
It was racing just as hard as mine.
He was worried.
Scared even.
My fingers softly caressed his chest as I took a deep breath and confessed one thing.
"My name is not Lee Jungkook."
They were the hardest words ever spoken by me.
It broke a little piece of my heart. At that moment, I wished I was Lee Jungkook.
Not a Jeon, not part of the Ganpeh.
I wasn't ready to lose him yet, but I could confess something.
Anything.
One step at a time.
But his next words took me by surprise.
"I know."
My head snapped up, I stared at him, fear slithering down my spine. His face was almost unreadable except for his eyes, they were soft as they regard me as if I was someone precious.
"You know?"
"I made a background check the very first day you came here, and got nothing. We searched up every single Jungkook in the country. Even did some background checks on names that sounded similar to yours. Still got nothing. It was like you never existed. So I knew you were lying about your name."
"You knew I was lying this whole time?"
"Yes."
A simple word, one syllable, but it was enough to tilt my world upside down.
"But why? Why did you let me stay?"
"I was curious at first but then realized that I couldn't let you go. It didn't matter that you were lying to me anymore. Sometimes, I forget that you are even lying," he explained quietly.
"But what if I had turned out to be the spy? Or the e-enemy?" I choked on the words, my throat closing up as I suddenly felt nauseous, "What would you have done?"
Taehyung stared at me for a second, his bluish eyes penetrating my soul. "I would have had to kill you."
Bringing my hand to my mouth to stop the sudden cry, I buried my face into his chest again. "I'm not your enemy," I whispered.
"I know,"
His hands were caressing my arms, and I melted into his embrace for a while.
"Why are you lying, Jungkook? Is 'Jungkook' even your name?" Taehyung asked suddenly.
"Yes, Jungkook is my name. I didn't lie about that."
"Then why did you lie about your last name? What are you trying to hide?" He pushed for more.
"Are you in danger? Is someone after you?"
I gave him a stiff nod. Just one simple nod and then we fell silent. Taehyung didn't ask anything else, I knew he was waiting for me to reply.
I whispered them, "The man I am to be married to," and Taehyung froze, his body tensing, his arms tightening around me like bands of steel.
"What?" he asked, his voice calm and low.
I knew he was feeling anything but calm.
I knew when he spoke in this tone he was at his angriest.
"He wants me, Taehyung. It doesn't matter that I ran away, he will never rest until he finds me, dead or alive." Taking a deep breath, I sniffled, trying to keep my tears at bay. "I'm his obsession, his prized possession, he will not stop looking for me until I'm in his bed again."
Taehyung's fingers dug into my hips, and I winced.
"Who is he?"
I shook my head.
"Jungkook, who is he?" he asked, his voice deadly.
"No."
"Damn it!" he growled. "Why are you protecting him?"
My head snapped up, and I shook my head wildly, "No! I'm protecting you! And me. He is a dangerous man, Taehyung. A mad man."
His eyes turned into slits, "More dangerous than me?"
"I don't know," I answered honestly.
I knew Byungchan was obsessed with me, I am not sure as to what extent he'd be willing to go.
I didn't know.
"He is a dead man, Jungkook," he vowed, "Tell me his name."
I stayed quiet.
The fury in his eyes was unmistakable, it was directed at the man who had hurt me, I thought he would snap, but he didn't. Instead, he leaned his forehead on mine.
"Why are you so stubborn?"
"Because I want to stay alive. I want to live with you. And I don't want to lose you."
"Angel," he murmured, "You are not going to lose me."
"I might be lying about my last name, about who I am. But what I feel for you is the truth," I confessed, hoping that when the time came, he would remember those words.
"Will you ever tell me?" Taehyung questioned.
I wish I never have to tell you the truth, Taehyung.
The truth will break you.
I can't bear to break your heart.
But I have to.
One day, I will have to tell you.
And that day might be the day I lose... everything.
"I will. When I'm ready. Right now, I want to forget. I don't want to live in the past."
Understanding flashed in his eyes, and he sighed.
"I will protect you, Angel."
There it was.
Another vow.
I didn't say anything else. Laying my head on his shoulder, I breathed out a sigh, letting my body relax in his embrace. Taehyung laid us down on the bed and pulled the cover on top of our bodies.
Not once did he let me go.
"I know I'm not supposed to touch you, but we both know we can't sleep without each other. I will hold you tonight, and tomorrow, I will keep my promise," Taehyung said in my ear before placing a kiss there.
One of his arms was wrapped around my stomach, my back to his front. He held me tightly, cocooning me into his body. I placed my hand over his and closed my eyes.
"I know you will keep your promise."
"Sleep, Angel. I will watch over you."
Holding his promise to my heart, I let sleep take over me.
This time I was filled with peace.
After all, I was in the arms of my saviour.