Know Me

Chapter Nine

Jungkook's POV

After I ended the call with Y/N I bounced up from where I had been nervously perched on the end of my bed and began pacing around my room.

I had to calm down.

I had almost told her I loved her over the phone!

I had been so close to blurting out my confession.

My heart felt full and sore and happy all at the same time. She had told me about the horrific abuse that her vile excuse of a father had put her through over the years. I heard myself growl low in my throat as I recalled the way that she had described her mistreatment. She had sounded detached, as if she were speaking about someone else. It almost sounded as if the abuser himself was controlling the way she viewed what had happened to her.

The worst part was that she truly believed she deserved it.

I felt my eyes fill with tears yet again as I thought about how broken she'd sounded when she'd told me that. I wanted to run to her, to protect her and hug her and kiss her and tell her all the ways that she was good and kind and beautiful until no trace of that false belief remained.

My ears quivered and my bottom lip trembled as my nervous pacing came to a halt. I felt so much!

I grabbed my stuffie from my pillow and crushed the soft material to my chest, hugging it tightly.

"Koya, I love her so much I feel I'm gonna explode." I whispered earnestly to my cute koala. I blinked and pouted at the lack of reply I got and quickly realised I was going to need more comfort than my stuffie could offer right now.

Tucking Koya under my blanket, I headed out of my bedroom and tiptoed across the landing until I reached my owners room.

After closing the door behind me, my eyes quickly focused in the semi darkness on the sleeping form of Namjoon. Without hesitation, I slid into the bed next to him, trying to make my movements soft and gentle.

"Mm . . . Jungkookie?" His deep voice sounded like gravel as he sleepily noticed my presence despite my attempts not to wake him.

"Yeah it's me. Sorry hyungie."

"Don't worry. Is my baby boy okay?" His eyes fluttered open then closed again, reaching blindly to pull me into his arms.

I couldn't help but let out a whine.

"Aww, hey, shh," he soothed, shifting his arm so he could caress one of my ears. "You have a bad dream, Kookie?"

"Nuh uh." I shook my head under his hand, feeling a little comforted by his touch and soothing scent.

"What's wrong then, bun?"

"I'm in love." I blurted out the truth, my voice muffled a little as I'd just buried my face in Namjoon's neck to breath in more of his lovely smell.

His hand stilled against my ear. "Say that again."

I pulled back from my owners embrace, looking into his eyes which were now wide open.

"I'm in love, hyung. I'm in love with Y/N." Again, a huge wave of emotions crashed through me and I felt the need to begin pacing the floor once more.

"Well, I can't say that I'm surprised to-Jungkook?"

I didn't really hear what my hyung was saying, springing out of his bed as easily as I'd gotten into it, needing to walk about the room to dispel some of the nervous energy that was pulsing through my body.

"Talk to me, baby boy." Namjoon's deep voice was calming. I felt even better when he sat up in his bed and clicked on the bedside lamp to let me see his gentle eyes and kind smile. So I spoke freely to him as I paced about his room. The more I said the calmer I felt until I had made my way back to the bed. Namjoon wound his arms around me once more as a few tears escaped when I told him all the horrible, monster-like things Y/N's father had done to her.