Can I call you mine?

44. Make it sane

JUNGKOOK'S POV

I felt a shadow embracing my face, so my hands instantly grabbed the wrist of the person to hault them from going away.

My eyes slowly parted and fell upon that slender figure who always took my breath away. Soyoung was looking at me with wide eyes. I stared into her glossy eyes while flashbacks from last night ran in my mind.

Then my eyes trailed to her stained cheeks, down to her neck where my blood had left long dried patch. Then I slowly sat up and again looked at her who was already staring at me with welled up eyes. My eyes scanned her form where the hickeys were turned intensely dark.

I ruined her and wrecked her in every possible way but her pain was more painful to me than mine own. Why the betrayal she gave me was overcame by her touch? Why did my heart always took over my mind whenever she was against me? She made me weak and no matter how much I hated her, I would always end up pouring my hate with a core of love in her.

A lone tear dropped from her eyes as she continued to stare at me. I left her hand while she looked away. Removing the duvet I stood and and my boxer followed by pant. While she started sobbing, standing in the opposite direction.

After zipping the pant I walked past her as her eyes were closed. For sure she didn't saw anything but heard the rattling of my footsteps around her bedroom.

I opened her closet and took out a pair of a hoodie and shots. Turning back I straddled towards her while her head was hung low. She was shivering but as soon as I picked her in bridal style she shut opened her eyes while her hands involuntarily got wrapped around my neck.

Ignoring her stare I walked into the bathroom and dropped her down on the floor. Passing her a bath robe I said," I'll wait outside." Then closing the door behind I came out.

Soon I heard the shower getting turned on that gave me a cue to go away. Closing the door of her bedroom I came out and was about to wear my shirt until my eyes landed in the sink filled with utensils. Suddenly the thought of her starvation crossed my mind.

Last night she came from work and didn't got time to eat neither cook. She was hungry from yesterday. Thus, I decided to cook for her and leave right after preparing the food. It was the least I could do for her.

I rinsed the utensils and cleaned the kitchen counter before placing the frying pan on the stove. After wearing the apron I opened the refrigerator and found raw vegetables.

Taking them out I washed them and chopped them before going through the procedure. After a struggle of fifteen minutes it was almost ready but before I could turn off the stove I heard the door getting open with some timid footsteps resonating in the living room.

I didn't looked back but knew it was her who was more than surprised to still find me in her house. She pulled the chair and sat down while I turned off the knob and served the dish in plate. Taking it I turned around and went on her, pretending to not see her doe eyes.

After placing the plate on the table I went away and picked my shirt from the couch. She started eating it in a slow pace while I wore the suit. She didn't said a word till now hat was quite strange for a broken girl but I was scared if I really broke her in pieces, after all I didn't wanted to do what she did to me.