𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝘿 |𝙈𝙔𝙂|

Eighteen: Scars

~~JANGMI'S POV~~

     After the messenger came, and the arrangements were announced, I felt as though my entire world was shattered. I knew I wasn't going to end up with Jungkook. But still. I had hope. But it was all completely false.

       I've known Hasun since I was a young child... he's always been aggressive and ill-tempered, abusive and violent, with a dirty mind and lustful desires.

   Many girls have been harmed because of him. When he began to approach me, I felt sick to the core. What on earth would he do with me? I was terrified.

     He started screaming right away, telling me to get up from the ground and forget Jungkook forever. He dragged me to my house, nailed the door shut, and locked me up in the room for several days, wanting to make sure I wouldn't run for Jungkook.

   I felt so sick and alone without him; I'd spent nearly everyday of my entire life beside him. Not only was he my best friend, soulmate, and lover, but also my caretaker and place of comfort. He is my home.

    I was ghastly fearsome of what Hasun planned to do with me...

Jungkook managed to sneak in one lucky day when Hasun left the house. I wanted to leave with him so bad; I was willing to face any punishment.

   Hasun had tried to beat me multiple times, and force me into things I refused to do.

   He came home as I was leaving the door.

   He threw the contents of my bag all over the house, smashing glass objects all over the place and raging like a madman. He wouldn't stop hurting me. I found myself crying out Jungkook's name, subconsciously. That only angered him more.

   I gently shuffle in the bed, wincing and letting a soft groan escaping my lips when the wounds on my left side graze against the mattress. I suppose I've gotten used to the pain.

       Jungkook's arm is still draped over my waist, his face nuzzled into the crook of my neck. His scars are almost completely healed already. The physician who treated us, Heyra, is incredibly gifted with herbal medicines.

      I gaze at his face for a long moment, admiring the features of the man I've been in love with for so long. His milky skin glows like an iridescent moon, raven chocolate hair falling over his forehead. His lush thin lips curl into a slight smile, even in his sleep.

      I attempt to get closer, desperate for warmth. Heyra's hut is cold, despite her talent.

      I manage to rest my head on his chest, a calming sensation taking over when he tightens his grip around my waist, careful not to hurt my remaining wounds.

   "Are you okay?" he whispers in a groggy voice, pulling the blanket up against my neck.

"It hurts a bit," I say quietly, not wanting him to worry.
     He cups my face with his strong hands, forcing our eyes to lock.

"If it ever hurts, tell me the truth. I'll go get Heyra. Don't lie to me, Jangmi. I can't see you in pain."

    I nod slowly, my heart shattering into a billion pieces when he plants a sweet kiss on my lips. He gets off the bed, walking around the corner in search of Heyra.

    I carefully lean up against the headboard, cringing in pain when a sharp jab crawls up my torso, causing me to shudder.

    Something is wrong with my body.
It has to be more than just these scars.
    I feel weird inside...
What did Hasun do to me? Will I feel this pain forever?