Lost My Way🔞《 kth~jjk × Y/n 》

27) self control

You were a gentle person, not good at refusing others. So you stayed although you felt uncomfortable.

The doctor made some soup and two light stir-fries as supper. You had a poor appetite, but you were still trying to finish the half bowl of rice for feeling embarrassed to make leftovers. Jungkook was so considerate that he took it away from you, spooned out half a bowl of light crucian soup for him, and said, “Have a piece of fish and a little soup. You need to take the medicine later.”

The doctor did it naturally, but you were dumbfounded at that moment. You had mixed feelings, unable to keep your mind clear. But jungkook seemed not to regard his behavior as an intimate one. He even poured the remaining rice directly into his own bowl, added some scrambled eggs with tomatoes and quickly finished all the food.

Seeing this, you did not know what to say. Jungkook, however, seemed not to care, and after the meal, he hummed a melody and went to fetch dog food for the dog which had been hanging around the table and waiting for nearly half an hour.

You were absent-minded with eyes dropping while you were clearing away dishes and leftovers, thinking that you should not gauge the heart of a gentleman with your own mean measure. Even you yourself did not believe that the doctor would like such a poor and colorless invalid as you. But why had the doctor been so nice to you? There should be a reason for this. You had suffered enough for taehyung, who got both your body and soul. The more happiness you experienced at the beginning, the more pain you would suffer in the end. You were aware of the fact that it was your own fault because you chose to be with taehyung.

You stopped thinking about anything since you could not get the result. When jungkook came back after feeding the dog, you had already finished washing the dishes and was rinsing the dishcloth to wipe the marble counter.

“I invite you to be my home as my guest. You do the housework here, and I will be sorry for that,” jungkook hurried to get your hands out of the cold water and said, “How cold the water is!”

Jungkook toweled the hands of your so meticulously that he almost wiped every finger. The pair of hands were thin, with green blood vessels clearly seen. They were not pretty hands. But jungkook suddenly recalled that you held the fox-furred collar of the down jacket with this pair of hands the other day, so gentle and so lonely at that moment; he felt a fire of desire burning in his body, but he could not control it. Jungkook had always been abstinent and self-controlled, not expecting that one day he would be in the psychosexuality so much only by holding one’s hands.

His mind wandered a little longer. When you withdrew your hand back, jungkook suddenly came back to himself, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Take a shower and you’d better go to bed early. You have a fever during the day and your body is still weak,” jungkook tossed the dishcloth aside. “Leave the housework to me.”

You were pushed into the bathroom, stuffed with a soft smoky bathrobe and a large towel in your hand. Pressing a smile out, you said thanks to jungkook.

There were two bathrooms in the apartment. You finished the shower before jungkook did. You took the new medicine, whose effect was too strong for you to resist. The more you thought, the more blurred you would feel. It was pretty tough. You lay prone on the bed and fell asleep lightly.

Jungkook took several cold showers in the bathroom before he dared come out. He played outside when he was rebellious and young years ago. As not only a big spender but a handsome man, he had met so many pretty girls chasing after him that he suffered from aesthetic fatigue now, not expecting to lose his heart to you so easily.

When the doctor came out of the bathroom, you had been asleep, with most of your face buried in the pillow towel embroidered with the patterns of baby blue flowers. Jungkook’s bathrobe was too big for you, who was not aware that your shoulder and back were exposed. You had honey skin, but obvious bones because you were too thin.

At the thought of you being possessed by the other man, and your meek and slender neck being marked by the other man, jungkook was in an irrepressible rage.

Jungkook turned off the light and lay down beside you. It was a great mistake for a doctor to fall in love with his patient, but he did not care. He was more worried about the health of your. He knew better than anyone else that you would not last to this season next year if the right bone marrow could not be found.

You began to feel uncomfortable in the wee hours; in a daze, you felt like being wrapped up by someone as if you were snuggling up to a big stove. You felt so hot that even your temples were damp, but you could not shake yourself off the embrace. Half-awake, you pushed and touched a man’s chest.

“Taehyung… Don’t hold me so tight…”

The doctor, who was planning to pretend to be sleeping and innocent when you sensed his existence, finally opened his eyes… It was the second time for him to hear the name from your mouth. He felt uncomfortable. Especially now, you were lying in his arms and on his bed, but the right to hug him was borrowed from another man.

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A/n:- I uploaded 6 chapters in one go so for a while I'm not gonna upload.  Let my brain work for other fanfic , they are pending too 😭....but I'll right back .