Mysterious Marriage. || Jungkook FF. (Completed)

ch.23 Rescue

Jungkook’s POV:


Shit. Why did my insides feel like complete chaos? Ever since Yn called me in the middle of my meeting and hearing how distraught she was, I have been very uneasy. Something was wrong and I needed to get to her as soon as possible. I had quickly walked towards Jimin and told him to cancel the meeting that was in progress. He didn’t hesitate and I grabbed my jacket and keys and went straight to my car. I was only a few minutes drive from the hospital if I went over the speed limit, and sure as hell I did.

Was she waiting for me at the café? Shit. I should have asked. I parked in the street and got out fast. I looked through the window of the café and just had a feeling she wasn’t there. If she was distraught in anyway, she would go to where she felt most comfortable. I looked towards the hospital across the street and headed there first.

I made it across safely and quickly and entered the building. As soon as I walked in I scanned the area, only to look over in the corner to where I heard sobbing.

There was Yn, bent over and crying into her hands.

God I hated it when she cried.

I almost ran over to her and went down to one knee in front of her. I gently rested a hand on her shoulder. Yn jumped and looked up to reveal her tear stained face with puffy eyes and red nose. Just like the night I had met her. “What happened?” I asked, demandingly. Someone hurt her, and I was going to hurt whoever did so.

“Jungkook…” she whispered. “It h-hasn’t been ten minutes…”

“I sped.”

Surprisingly and confusing me greatly, she smiled at me. But it didn’t prepare me for the moment where she threw her arms around my neck and smashed her lips onto mine. The action seemed desperate but meaningful. I found myself reacting naturally and kissed her back gently. Whatever happened to this woman apparently wasn’t too bad if she was now kissing me.

Slowly she pulled away but rested her forehead against my own and closed her eyes. “Thank you for coming.” She whispered softly to me.

“Anything for you, Yn.” I cleared my throat, embarrassed that I would just say something like that without thinking first. She pulled back, but a soft smile still rested on her lovely lips at me. Her grey eyes looked my face over for a moment then looked down towards her hands.

“Sorry, I’m a hot mess right now.”

Okay, now I wanted to think before I spoke, and didn’t want to say anything too cheesy, but I couldn’t help myself with the state she was in right now. “You look beautiful.”

Her body froze and her grey eyes found my blue ones once again. A single tear fell from her eyes. Oh shit, now was I making her cry!? “I would like to go home.”

I nodded and stood to my full height, towering over her as she bent and grabbed her purse and then stood as well.


XxX


So the car ride was pretty uneventful. We both were quiet and didn’t really try to talk. But it still bothered me that she was crying when I came for her and that she called me. Something must have happened, and I wanted to know what it was.

As soon as I pulled the car up in the driveway, I put the car in park and turned it off.

We both still sat there.

I growled internally. “What happened back there, Yn?” I finally asked. I turned towards her and waited for her to do the same. But her eyes focused on what was in front of her and didn’t move to me. After a moment, I didn’t think she would talk, but just as I was about to say something more, she opened her lips.

“I ran into Namjoon.”

I furrowed my brows as I felt my heart being crushed and my anger rise. Namjoon. “Ran into?” I asked, wanting to know the exact details. My voice came out a bit deeper than I wanted too. Damn it.

“The kids had some extra treatment. I got out early and walked out of the hospital debating on what to do. As soon as I did, Namjoon was there and surprised me.” Her chest rose and fell evenly, my senses heightened at the mixed emotions going on right now. I studied her side profile as she still had yet to look at me. Her hair was in a bun, actually staying up for the most part. Her face was still puffy and red from the crying.

“What did he do to you?”

“Nothing.” She sighed. “Except for royally pissing me off.” Hmm… I was starting to feel a bit better already. “He asked to buy me coffee and for us to ‘talk’. I regrettably agreed and went with him to the café.” Yn then began to play with the still simple band on her ring finger that I had given her. Surprisingly she hadn’t asked for anything more and even told me that she had preferred the simpler band. “He wants me back, Jungkook.”

I couldn’t move. Could breathe. And for some unknown reason I felt a strange uncomfortable pull in my chest. “He does?”

“Yes.” Finally my beautiful wife, despite her crying face, looked to me and met my eyes. I frowned and tried my best to give her a neutral look, but I felt like I couldn’t do anything but a stone cold expression. That bastard, always trying to get in my way. Her rare grey eyes studied my face for a moment before she spoke again. “I told him no, Jungkook.”

Relief and hope flooding over me. I relaxed a bit, but raised a brow in question. “You did? Why? Don’t you love him?” Damn I sounded desperate. I cleared my throat lightly wanting to look away, but I kept my eyes focused on the woman before me.

“I thought I did.” She frowned. “I guess I don’t really know what I felt. Maybe it was infatuation. Maybe it was wishful thinking.” She finally broke eye contact and looked back down at her ring. “I realize that more than likely I took our work relationship as friendship and maybe something more. When in all reality it was nothing more than just a work relationship.” Yn chuckled lightly. “Maybe I did love him. Who knows. Either way, its sucks because it doesn’t hurt any less.”

“So you said no to him because…”

She sighed. “Because he’s an asshole.” I couldn’t help but smirk lightly at the comment. I knew she was a smart one. Then I watched as a pink tint rose to her cheeks and she seemed to squirm a bit. “And he’s not even half the man that you are, Jungkook.”

I don’t know what had come over her. Or what was coming over me. A joy, a hope and longing was pulling at my soul and it was only when I was around this amazing woman. There was also a nagging to ask just one more question. “And that kiss?”

Her face turned beat red and she grabbed her purse. “I better start dinner and straighten up the house. Jimin’s coming over soon.” And with that she averted the question and got out of the car and went to the door.


XxX


Jimin laughed light heartily as his ‘girl’ of the day told a funny story from her childhood. We had planned for him and a ‘date’ to come over and have dinner with us to just relax and have a good time. So far it had been a really good night. We were all sitting eating dinner and laughing together. Yn had cooked an amazing meal of lasagna with homemade dinner rolls and a side of vegetables. All of it was perfect. Jimin still couldn’t believe the luck I had with having Yn as my wife and always cooking for me.

I couldn’t deny that.

It was frustrating that Jimin was right about most things, yet he himself lived life the way he did. He seriously had a new girl on his arm each week and I could never remember who was who after a couple of years. I still had a hard time figuring out how he was able to lure such women, but then again, it was how he wanted to live his life. He was still my best friend regardless.

It wasn’t as if he treated the women badly. He treated them amazingly, actually.

But like I said, they were never the same one.

“So, Yn did Jungkook ask you yet?” Jimin asked, glancing in my direction then focused back on Yn who was sipping on her beer.

She furrowed her brows and also glanced at me.

“Ask me what?”

“Ah.” Jimjn cleared his throat and frowned at me. “Shame on you. Leaving things to happen all in the last moment.” He drank down the rest of his beer and then sighed in delight. “The dinner coming up next week.”

Damn him. I really didn’t want to bring that up tonight. Honestly, I really didn’t want to take her and subject her to all that bullshit. I was hoping to skip it all together.

“Dinner?” she raised a brow, curious.

I sighed. “It’s just a company dinner-“ I started to say when Jimin decided to cut in.

“The largest dinner with all the companies and high up people of the entire city! There’s dining, dancing, drinking, and lots of good company, like myself.” He winked.

I glared at him. “You make it sound more entertaining than it really is.”

He eyed me back. “It’s exactly how I made it sound. So you’re taking Yn?”

Yn’s grey eyes that held a tiny bit of blue to them tonight came over and waited for my answer. I cleared my throat and took a quick drink of my beer. “Of course, who else would I be taking?” A small smile played on Yn’s face. I swallowed hard.

“Just asking.” He smirked. Oh, two could play that game.

“So you’re taking Rachel here as your date then?” I gestured towards the brown haired woman beside him. She frowned a bit.

“It’s dahyun…”

I raised a brow. “Oh right, that’s what I meant.” I then smirked at Jimin as he sent me a sharp glare. Ha! If looks could kill. He deserved every bit of misery that he had coming tonight.

Yn cleared her throat and stood up to bring the attention back at her. Clearing trying to rectify the situation for the woman on Ryan’s arm. “Do you all have room for desert?”

“Actually Yn, dahyun and I should probably get going. It’s getting late.” He stood and stretched grabbing his plate and dahyun’s and taking it over to the sink. “Want me to wash these?”

Yn shook her head. “Oh no, I’ll take care of them. Are you sure you don’t want some desert though? I made a pie…” she pushed some more.

“Pie? Oh dear… what kind?” he couldn’t help but ask. Of course not. He had a soft spot for pie, especially…

“Pecan pie.”

I could see his knees almost buckle from here. His eyes roamed over to me and then back to Yn. “Can I just take the whole thing home with me?” he joked.

I stood and grabbed my plate. “Like hell you’re going to take my pie.” I growled lightly.

“Boys, boys, relax.” Yn laughed and smiled. “I’ll slide half the pie into a container for you Jimin.”

“Half?” I gawked. She laughed again at the words I spoke. Damn, why did my chest seem to pound a bit harder whenever I made her laugh or smile as brightly as she was right now? I loved and hated how easily it was to be around her and how she affected me.

“I can always make more. Hey dahyun, would you mind helping me real quick?”

The woman stood and smiled, coming over and helping with getting half of the pecan pie into a container. She seemed happy with being involved and Yn probably noticed that. Such a thoughtful woman.

Did I actually deserve a woman like her?

No. She deserved so much better.

I gently touched the long sleeves I had on and felt where I still had a bandage on underneath to cover the burn I had. The burn there and on my back was doing better, but still carried nasty looking scars already. She seemed to be able to love the marred children, but could she ever love a man that was scarred? Physically and emotionally?

The sudden thought made my jaw twitch at the memory that haunted my past. I didn’t deserve to be truly happy, not after all I had done. The scar on my jaw was always a constant reminder. I could never really make Yn happy.

“There ya go.” Yn’s sweet voice broke me of my thoughts and I looked to see her handing Jimin a container. He smiled down at her and I let out a low growl as he leaned in and kissed her cheek. She blushed lightly.

“Thank you. You’re a doll. Yn.”

A bright smile spread over her face again. “You’re welcome!”

Yn followed both jimin and dahyun as they came over to me and towards the door. As we all said our goodbyes, Jimin leaned in and whispered something to me.

“Nice try, my friend. But remember, don’t try and play the master.” He pulled back and winked with a smirk. He was talking about how close he just got to Yn, which he knew I hated. God he was such a pain in the ass.

Yn and I watched them go and then went about cleaning up. She did the dishes and I cleared the table and put away the leftovers. I felt bad for making her do everything, and I wasn’t opposed to taking care of my own house as I always had. She seemed to appreciate it, which made me feel even better about it.

Once we finished I watched Yn dry her hands and look over at me. “Hey, let me change your bandages and then if you’re up for it, maybe we can watch a baseball game and share that pie I made.”

I nodded. It’s was funny how I had taught her about football and once she got that, she was curious about other sports. So we started looking for baseball games and soccer and I began to teach her everything, in detail, about each one. It was quite relaxing to be honest. No need to put on my best face 24/7 to impress her. She really accepted me the way I was… well what she knew of me anyways.

Yn didn’t know about my past.

Maybe she didn’t need to know. Because if she did, there was no way she would ever look at me the same again.



XxX



Yn’s POV:


I gathered all the bandages and such that I needed to redress his burns. His insurance supplied the things he needed for a bit, but honestly I thought his burns were looking really good. His minor burns didn’t need anymore care, but his full thickness ones did.

“Okay, have a seat.” I told him as I had everything out on the dining room table we just cleaned. I couldn’t help but watch every moment he made as his large arms flexed over his head and down to grab the back of his shirt. His large hands took the material and pulled it up and over his head until he pulled of his entire shirt.

I swallowed hard and tried not to stare.

But it was really hard not to. Oh my… I needed prayer.

Taking a deep breath and steadying myself as I did each time I saw him without a shirt on, he did each time I saw him without a shirt on, he took a seat and waited for me. I put on my best medical face and started with his forearm. Gently I reached down and began to peel back the tape holding the gauze. It’s amazing though, as soon as I began to do my task, all else faded and even my nerves did… besides knowing the fact that I was so close to Jungkook and his eyes were focused hard on me.

I felt important doing such a simple task. It reminded me of school years ago.

“You’re good at this.” Jungkook’s deep voice commented sending chills up my spine.

I just stayed focused and finished taking off the bandage. I reached over and took a pair of clean nitrile gloves and put them on. Then I grabbed a clean 4x4 and began to soak it in sterile saline. “It helps that I’ve had some training.” I told him.

“Training? For what?”

I smiled and began to gently dab and clean his wounded area. He didn’t wince anymore, so I took that as a good sign. “I am a licensed EMT.”

“Like, an Ambulance driver?” he asked in surprise.

I sighed. “No, not a ‘an Ambulance driver’. I do drive them, or can anyways, but I’m a Licensed Emergency Medical Technician.”

“Impressive.” He expressed. “Then why have you been working as an assistant? If you love the medical field, why not do that instead?”

I knew what he meant. I understood the confusion. I gently began to dry his arm and apply a burn cream they have given us to his arm. “It doesn’t pay nearly enough to work as an EMT as it does a secretary or assistant of a big company.”

“Seriously? That’s ridiculous.”

“You’re telling me.” I agreed. Once applied I began to redress his arm. I took off my gloves after I put on the new gauze and grabbed the tape.

“You should be able to do what you love to do.” His familiar and calming deep voice spoke into my soul. Hadn’t I always said the same thing? Hadn’t I always wanted that? Yet, life had been way too cruel.

“I wish I could, Jungkook. I really do.” I finished up his arm and then quickly went to his back before I found myself mesmerized by his vibrant blue eyes. With that conversation started, and myself curious, I then asked my own questions. “Is owning your own company your dream job?”

“Isn’t being your own boss the most ideal job?” he chuckled. I frowned. That wasn’t what I was asking. “But honestly, it’s all I’ve ever known. Even with the stress of it, I really do like my job and plus, I’m good at it too.”

I continued to do the same process to his shoulder blade that I did his arm. “Yes, you really are.”

“Thanks.”

“Yup.” I almost finished with this one as well, when I caught sight of the scar that rested on his jaw. “So what happened to you to gain that scar?” I asked, curious.

His back tensed under my hands and I furrowed my brows. “That’s not important.” His voice grew dark and cold.

Well that escalated quickly. “Oh. Well, I was just curious, that’s all-“

“I don’t want to talk about it. Ever. So don’t ask again.” He demanded with such a growl that I actually took a step away from him. The darkness that came from just talking about it was scary and I actually felt hurt by his unwillingness to trust me. I at least thought we were past that point.

Guess I was wrong.

Luckily I had just finished taping up his back, so I didn’t have to touch him again. I went over, keeping my distance while I gathered up all the supplies to put them away. I didn’t say another word.

His large frame sagged in defeat and regret. “I’m sorry Yn. I didn’t mean to snap.”

I picked up the stuff and stopped. “I’m actually more tired than I realised. I’m just going to take a shower and head to bed.” I told him, just wanting to forget the whole thing.

“Yn-“

“Goodnight, Jungkook.” I cut him off gently and went to do what I said.

It just bothered me too much. If he couldn’t trust me, how could I fully trust him?