Lust | JJK ✔️

36- Deja vu

"Open your mouth baby..." A cry makes its way up to your ear to which you slightly flutter your eyes open, feeling someone poke a piece of fruit on your lips. He nudges your lips open with the thing and guides you to eat it, chewing slowly and feeling a metallic taste on your tongue for some reason.

"It's your f-favourite." He fumbles, his eyes meek for his tears which soon fill up his ducts. "Lychees baby." You blink a few times before opening your mouth wider, savouring the taste of what he was giving you. As you try to cope up with the nectar overflowing out of the soft flesh of the fruit, some of it falls on your clothes which makes you grimace and rub your hands over the now dirty spots.

Jungkook's hand lowers as he puts down the bowl on the side table and holds your hand to excuse it away, before fondling with your clothes himself. He then brings his palm up to your mouth and wipes away the sticky liquid covering your chin and lip area, and as he does so he notices a little healed cut.

His red, veiny eyes disappear behind his eyelids once he finishes rubbing the spot with tenderness, his eyebrows twitching with his nose hinting a red colour similar to your sealed blood which once poured out of your womb.

His eyes droop when he palms his hand on your stomach, feeling the emptiness. He felt the emptiness of the blossom which once thronged with his love inside you. Feeding you a piece of an apple lovingly, his gaze drops to the several scars on your body, taking their time to heal.

Sure, these scars will fade away within some time, but what about the scars engraved on your mind? He doesn't know, as much as he wants to make it happen.

You emptily gawk at him, the familiar, confused expression on your face like always makes him involuntarily release a tiny cry under his breath before he jerks the bowl away and pushes his forehead into you.

You innocently get pushed into the headboard behind you, and as the patterns on the wood somewhat irritate your scalp, your hands fist lightly as you bring them close to your chest.

Emptiness.

Eyes stone from crying and crying, Jungkook presses his lips together in dismay. You breath softly as you blink like a lost child, rather more bothered about when he'll get you more lychees instead of continuing whatever he was doing right now.

"Lygee." You let out a tiny sound of a whimper, but Jungkook ignores you as he wraps his hands around you and nuzzles his face closer into your shoulder, hugging you so tightly that you felt your breath being suffocated.

Your muddled, upset mind was what Jungkook was scared about the most. He wanted you to be in a better place than this, but it really wasn't in his hands anymore.

He pulls away to take a look at your face, holding your chin with his fingers as he fails to fight a small smile back, he adored you so much afterall. He looked down at you with unbreakable care and protection, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips tenderly.

You feel him gently fondling your lips with his own, your expression stray and ginger. He softly, lovingly kisses you - not harsh or impatient like he once was. He doesn't really feel his wild side coming up at all anymore, he feels like his inner beast has gone lost.

Instead he likes to handle you with care. He feels like you are a fragile piece of glass which can be broken easily, it has been broken easily so many times. When you break the same object again and again, fix it again and again, it becomes weaker with time.

And that's when you need to be extra cautious and careful with that object, to make sure it is protected and not prone to any hazard. The same case were you. He knew all that you were going through and so he feels like he needs to show you flowers, not fires. You were almost like a child to him, a child he never got the chance to have. He was both your shield, and your sword.