𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗

Scaled

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Warning ⚠️ this chapter will have you curling your toes and giggling while blushing ⚠️

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Chaeyoung looked at her husband, thinking.

Last night, Chaeyoung had broken down. She had been feeling so many things that she could not have named, drowning in so many emotions, coming apart at the seams, adrift. Her only anchor had been Jungkook, the man who had lied to her for ages seemingly to save her from destroying herself, a man who had married her because that had been the only protection her could offer her in this cruel world. And boy, was this world cruel!

Last night, she had not been able to name what she had been felling, logic had been no part of last night. But since she had woken up this morning, logic was dominating her.

Jungkook had been awake when she had woken up, but his eyes had been closed and his breathing had been soft. He had lain there, tracing her spine like she knew he enjoyed doing and she had let him, because that gesture had soothed her just like it had after Jimin had been hurt. He had not spoken, giving her the time and space to process, to react and she had to admit she appreciated the control he was giving her. Lying there on the bed, looking at his face, she had let herself look at everything rationally and let herself process. So, her father had sold her to a human piece of shit and the man she had hated for so long had saved her, even knowing that he would never tell her this and knowing that she may never forgive him. And though she still hadn't completely, she had to admit that being on the receiving end of his selflessness was overwhelming.

Jeon Jungkook had used her in the past, by his own admission, yet he seemed bent on making that up to her, despite of knowing that he may never could. And that, for some reason, was why she could not bring herself to hate him even though she wanted to. Looking back on the last few months, since the wedding, she could now clearly see with her logical mind what she had not been able to see through her emotional one. Jungkook had, over and over again, given up his most prized possession to her in the course of their marriage- his control. Oh, he had been keeping things from her for sure, but looking at his own history, she could understand it. Why would a man who had seen his own parents die so brutally as a boy and had nothing but memories of them want to ruin her relationship with her very alive father? Despite of hiding things, he had given up as much control to her as he could. He had not forced her into doing anything she hadn't wanted to do, except marry her obviously.

She knew he was no paragon of virtue. She knew he was more flawed than most men she knew. She knew that he still had to earn her forgiveness for what he did in the past. But she also knew one more thing now. Misplaced as his intentions were, Jeon Jungkook was not a bad man. And right now, she trusted him more than she had thought she ever could.

She softly raised her hand, needing that contact with him, because she was not afraid to admit that yes, he was anchoring her from flying off the deep end, and softly traced his eyebrow, like she had the night he had had his nightmare. His slight frown cleared and she frowned, thinking.

"How often do you have nightmares?" she whispered softly, keeping her fingers up and tracing his face like he was tracing the line of her spine.

"Almost every other night," his voice rasped back, roughened in the morning from disuse and she nestled in closer to him, tangling their bare legs together.

"But you haven't had any for almost a week," Chaeyoung noted and his eyes opened, considering her. He remained quiet, just watching her, and she swallowed with the implication heavy in the silence.