𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝘿 |𝙈𝙔𝙂|

Nineteen: I Don't Get You

~~HOSEOK'S POV~~

"How is she?" I ask Jungkook, trying to sound confident. I know how much he loves Jangmi. I don't want to be discouraging.

"She's not well, Hobi.." Jungkook murmurs, eyes becoming glossy, "Hasun really hurt her.."

I pat his back reassuringly, "She'll be okay, Kook. What's wrong exactly?"

"We don't know.. Something is happening inside, too. She's always in pain. I can't do anything to help."

Poor Jungkook. He loves her so dearly. I know how it feels to be this helpless... That's why I gave up on love a long time ago.

After leaving Heyra's hut, I left for home to get some sleep. I'm assuming a brawl will take place later. I should rest before it happens. However, sleep has never come easily to me. The last haunts me everytime my imagination takes over... Everytime I go to sleep.. That's why I prefer not too... I wish I could stay wide awake all the time. Then I wouldn't have to remember all the horrible things I've had to do in order to stay alive...

~~SANGHEE'S POV~~

     I just felt this rotten guilt...

I could have saved her. Look at all the things she gave me... she could have become an amazing friend. She was so sweet and generous. But I just stood there and watched her die.

     Yoongi left the house in a rage, and understandably so. I understand why he's upset. I'm just some random woman who he's been forced to wed. It's not like we love each other. At all. We don't know a thing about one another.

     I'm just some random woman who's living in his home, using his resources, and trying to survive.

    I'm just some random woman he never wanted. And I never wanted him, either.

    I always envisioned myself leaving the palace, and designing a huge skyscraper in the city. I could see myself meeting my soulmate in the most classy of places; love at first sight.

    It's funny how much fate has decided against my miraculous dreams.

      I don't want to ever cry again. I never want to drown myself in agony or guilt ever again. After today, I'll only be brave and courageous. I'll work hard and protect myself at all costs. I'll avoid Yoongi as much as possible.

     But then...

Part of me...

Doesn't want to avoid him completely.

      And I hate myself for that.

     Min Yoongi is a confusing man, with an obvious dark past, and a rigid cold personality. He is heartless and terrifying, incredibly dangerous, yet alluring and intriguing. He is quick witted and smart with words, yet quiet and slightly unsettling at times. He is quick as a cheetah and swift as a lion-- not even fifty armed men could take him down.

     He gets nightmares during slumber. He may think I'm fast asleep, but his shaking and constant shifting is enough to keep me wide awake. I wish he would open up to me about who he really is. I can't help but have a strong desire to know. But then, again, why would he ever tell me? It's not like I'm his real wife. I won't ever be, either.

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     Just before complete darkness fell over the hazy sky, Yoongi came back home with a bloody forehead and his gun held securely in his left hand.

   Letting out a groan as he enters the house, he falls onto the bed and ignores my curious expressions.

"What happened?" I demand, stepping towards him. I reach a hand to brush his hair out of the blood dripping down his forehead, but he pushes me away.