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«Kristen»

The clock reads 3 am. I am sitting on the bed staring out of the window.

It's been a week and still, I can't get that one single text out of my head.

If I can't have you, then no one will.

Caleb had texted me with another one of his numbers the very day after my encounter with him in the parking lot.

He can't scare me but that one text had left me bewildered.

Later that day, in the kitchen when I was cooking our dinner Jungkook had grabbed my face with all due respect and asked me about the scratch on my cheeks.

I could have told him it was Caleb. And about our little aggressive encounter in the parking lot of his company but I stayed shut because it was my matter.

I can't burden Jungkook with my problems. I'm sure Caleb is just playing around and he won't do shit.

Jungkook had given me a suspicious look back then and it was obvious he didn't believe my excuse of getting hurt with my own nail. However, I was grateful he didn't push further and just bandaged my wounds.

Tonight, I can't sleep. I have been turning around trying to find a comfortable position but I just can't.

"Kris!" I hear Jungkook's hoarse sleepy voice. I flinch freezing on my spot. Jesus Christ, why does he have to scare me like that? "What happened?" He asks propping up on his elbow and rubbing his eyes.

"I'm so sorry. I disturbed your sleep." I tell him. He shakes his head humming lowly. I roam my eyes over his tousled hair and sleepy eyes.

"I can't sleep," I say biting my lips. He sits up on the bed. "And I am bored." I add. Jungkook chuckles. He is wide awake now. "And you like to eat when you are bored. Come." He gets up from the bed and gives me his hand. I stare at his hand pouting my lips.

And I am lazy. "Carry me, please. I am lazy to walk on my own. This little girl is tired from yesterday's work."

If Nathaniel was here he would have died of the cringe but only after killing me first.

I don't even get to process my words before Jungkook leans down picking me up in his arms. I cling to his neck smiling shyly. 

Okay, maybe Nat can fuck off. Him and his single ass.

I have a damn perfect husband.

"Better, princess?" He says jokingly. My heart skips a beat. He looks ethereal up this close. "Better." I tell him as he carries me to the kitchen. He puts me down on the counter, pressing his arms beside my thighs.

I feel bad for waking him up from his deep sleep. 

"I am sorry for-" He shuts me up by keeping his index finger on my lips. "You say that one more time and I'll add extra chili to your noodles." I forgot to hear what he was saying. I was busy looking at him and too distracted by his finger on my lips. 

"Ok," I reply mindlessly as his fingers brush over my lips. He is staring down at his finger. He clears his throat walking to the opposite side of the kitchen.