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Lalisa kept having the same nightmare over and over again.
Before she only dreamt of falling down the stairs but now, the dream would go on and she'd see herself at the bottom of the stairs with blood flowing between her legs. Every time she saw this, she knew the baby she was carrying inside her was probably dying and, since she was only human, there was nothing she could do against it.
"Jungkook!"
She reached out her hands. She felt that if Jungkook could only hold her now, her pain and suffering would slowly go away. But she knew. She knew that Jungkook was nowhere around. Even if she went looking for him with blood running down her legs, he wouldn't show his face. He wouldn't even tell her why he didn't want to see her anymore.
Her wish to see her husband soon turned to desperation. Just when she was about to drop her hand, she felt someone pulling her firmly.
"Lalisa."
When she opened her eyes, his face was in front of her. While she wandered between the limits of dream and reality, Jungkook held her firmly in his arms. A gently hand caressed her tangled hair.
"You are having a bad dream again. You and your baby are fine, don't worry."
"A dream..."
"Yes. A bad dream. A dream of a past that's already disappeared, gone. There is no chance of the same thing happening again."
Lalisa remembered the words he'd once told her in her past life, long ago. That he'd always be by her side, that he would not leave her on her own. It was a promised he'd said over and over again but this time, he was actually keeping his word. Whenever she was in pain or felt confused, she'd wake up to Jungkook's voice by her side telling her that it was all a bad dream and that everything would be alright.
A week like this passed by. Every single day, Jungkook would lie with her in bed, holding her in his arms and gently waking her up from her nightmares, telling her that everything was alright. He'd also personally cook her meals. After a while, when the doctor realized that Jungkook wouldn't even let Lalisa leave her bed, he tried scolding Jungkook saying that there was no need to exaggerate, but quickly shut his mouth upon seeing Jungkook's deadly gaze. In a way, it seemed like Jungkook was quite happy taking care of Lalisa on his own.
As time went by, Lalisa's health slowly starting stabilizing again. She didn't have any more nightmares, either. She finally made peace with the fact that this life was quite different from her past. The baby in her womb was growing strong, and Jungkook would constantly take care of her, never leaving her side. It was as though he was overcompensating for what he'd done to her in the past.
One day, when Lalisa woke up from a short nap, she saw that Jungkook was still by her side in bed taking care of her. He was caressing the back of her hand with his thumb while absentmindedly staring out the window. When Lalisa looked at wherever Jungkook was looking at so intently, she realized that there was a heavy downpour outside, and that the rain was crashing against the windows.
She wondered what he was thinking of. He looked as though he was somewhere else, in another time. His gaze was so out of focus, lost somewhere, that she found it hard to speak.
"Did you wake up?"
A short while later, Jungkook turned back to her when he realized she was awake. His lost gaze quickly focused on her face. He smiled.
"You are hungry, right? I'll order some food for you right away."
Under Jungkook's care, Lalisa had been sleeping and eating quite well. Thanks to that, her face color improved a lot and she even managed to gain some weight. However, Lalisa was aware of how Jungkook was clearly leaving aside his responsibilities as King. Besides, seeing as he was always awake whenever she opened her eyes, she was sure that Jungkook hadn't sleeping well in a long time.
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I don't want to be loved (Book II)
FantasyThis is part 2 of 'I don't want to be loved' Lalisa Alessin, a queen rotting in prison. Despaired and without hope, she drank poison and died. But... unbeknownst to her, the deity gave her a second chance at life. She was twelve again. And this time...