The Lieutenant [Jeon Jungkook x Reader][21+][COMPLETE]

Chapter Thirty-Eight

I glanced at myself in the steamy mirror as I stepped out of the shower. My bruises were black and purple, but the cut between my hips had started to heal. I ran my finger along it slowly, feeling the scab that had started to form on my skin. I wasn't a pretty sight, but I knew my naked form would mess with Jungkook's head nonetheless. I pulled the hair tie out of the messy bun on top of my head and let my long, brown hair fall loosely onto my shoulders. I dried myself off completely and hung my towel up before pausing in front of the door. I hesitated and turned to the mirror again. I hated the fact that I was used, beaten and dirty. I felt disgusting in my own skin, I hated the way I looked and I hated the way I felt; but Jungkook always managed to make me feel a million times better about my appearance, and the skin I was in. I doubted whether it would be a good idea to start something I wouldn't be able to finish with him, especially now. He had been so good with me, and so patient. Flaunting myself at him would only confuse him further.

I shook my head to rid myself of those thoughts, he started this, I was only adding fuel to the fire that was already burning. I grabbed the door handle tightly and pulled it open slowly. As I stepped through the doorway, I saw Jungkook had lifted his head from his notebook to watch me.

I walked as confidently as I could to my bag, knowing Jungkook's gaze was burning holes in my skin. I slowly stepped into a pair of black panties, making sure to wiggle my ass slightly. I sighed softly to myself, pretending not to notice Jungkook's darkening gaze. I stepped closer to the bed and leaned on it as I reached for Jungkook's shirt that was lying beside him. As I wrapped my fingers around the black fabric, Jungkook's hand clasped around my wrist tightly.

"Don't even think about it, sunshine," Jungkook growled. I took a sharp inhalation of breath at his sudden change of tone. The submissive girl inside of me was clawing her way to the surface. I let go of the shirt and dragged my eyes to meet Jungkook's. His pupils were dilated and his gaze was heavy on me.

Before I could say anything, he pulled my wrist abruptly, pulling me towards him so I was lying on him. I placed both of my hands flat on his waist to steady myself. Jungkook's chest was rising and falling rapidly as his breathing became deeper. My eyes dragged up hi body slowly until they met his gaze.

He wrapped his hands around the back of my neck and closed the gap between us, his lips connecting with mine. He deepened the kiss instantly, his tongue winning dominance and taking the lead of the kiss. He rolled us over gently so he was now hovering above me. I ran my fingers through his thick, dark hair as he did the same to me. We stayed like that as we both lost track of time in each other's arms.

When he finally pulled away from me, both of our lips were swollen and red, our breathing ragged and our eyes dark. I wanted him, desperately, and I had a feeling he wanted me just as badly.

Jungkook sat up abruptly, without a word, and handed me his shirt.

"We have to stop," he whispered softly to me as I took the fabric from him. I nodded gently in agreement and pulled his shirt over my head. My heart wrenched as he lay beside me and pulled me into his bare chest. He was being so patient with me, and had no complaints. We haven't known each other long, yet he was acting like we had known each other for years; but I knew I felt the same. There was an unspoken connection between us. I couldn't describe it, but when I was around him, it felt right; it was comfortable. He had stayed by my side after he got beaten and bruised trying to protect me. He barely knows anyone else here, because of me. The only times we were apart, one of us was attacked. I should have never gone on that walk by myself. I should have asked him to come with me. If he had, Jungho would never have managed to lay his hands on me. He would never have had the opportunity to violate me and taint my skin with his fingers.