A Touch Of Love | J.JK ✔️

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INSECURITY
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2 months after Y/N and Jungkook's graduation
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Y/N's POV

I was doing my best to be careful.

Everything in Jungkook's house was either pristine white or obsidian black, aka, designed to emphasise any marks or stains that I might leave across his furnishings.

I made sure to never fall asleep on any of his expensive white leather couches or brush my hair anywhere near the beds, even sleeping on my new pillows only after covering them with one of the soft, well-used pillow covers I'd been using for years.

I tried my best to not let him see the ugly, abnormal parts of me - the red stains of blood and the dry flakes of skin that overlaid my pillows every morning, the acne and the unhealed rashes that decorated my arms, shining with dried blood and at times even sebum, or the silent meltdowns I had every time I looked at myself in a mirror.

I was terrified of him just waking up one day and realising that I was not worth it.

That I was not worth the effort he put in for me, not worth the admiration and appreciation that he never failed to show and not worth the love and attention he showered upon me.

That I was not the person he wanted to love, or be with anymore, because I simply wasn't pretty enough, or lively enough, or attractive enough to get him to stay.

That I did not deserve to be with him because he wasn't obliged to overlook my shortcomings.

And that he could do much...much better.

"What is my beautiful girl thinking about?" Jungkook spoke as he jumped onto the bed enthusiastically, immediately beginning to attack me with kisses while his arm slid around my torso to effectively trap my arms that were crossed at my chest.

An involuntary grin automatically made its way onto my face as I squealed with laughter, trying my best to squirm out of his hold.

"Nothing, you big muscle bunny. Get off me!" I shrieked the last part as Jungkook's merciless fingers danced over my abdomen, tickling me relentlessly until I was a laughing, blubbering mess.

"God, Jungkook! I-I cannot breathe!" I finally managed to speak through tears of laughter as I somehow managed to free my arms, pushing my hands up against his chest and forcing him to look at me. "Let me go, you cruel...sadistic man-child."

"Hahaha," Jungkook replied unamused as I pouted playfully, knowing fully well how much he hated to be called a man-child.

"Nope, young lady. Don't give me that face. It's not going to work." He stated as his fingers stopped their dangerously playful ministrations, allowing me to finally catch my breath.

"Let me go, already. Please?" I insisted again but he simply gave me a look and shook his head.

"Not until you tell me exactly what you were thinking just now. And don't even think of lying." He added, a hint of warning in his soft voice. "I know it's something serious because you didn't even notice me coming into the room. And you're jumpy as fuck."