The Only One || Jungkook

4

Y/n woke up that morning as she usually did. Cleaned her room, got a shower and prepared breakfast for Jorge and Carla -who were getting ready for their respectives day as well.

—How was work last night? —Jorge casually asked, while he sipped on his coffee.

Memories from a few hours back kept replaying in her head. His possessive gaze, his safe grip on her wrists as he fucked her however he wanted... and how he left her wanting more. Even more than what he gave her.

—Nothing interesting —she shrugged, drawing the conversation back to the little lie she formed to protect herself and them—. Rich mommy kids acting entitled because they think they own everything.

Of course Jorge didn't know about her job. She wasn't sure whether he'd judged her for her decision of working in that club, but she for sure didn't want to risk it. Not to mention his poor heart condition and the consequences that information could have. Jorge was better off thinking she was working at a club serving drinks.

—Fucking pricks —Carla shook her head.

—Language —Jorge scolded her, smacking her forehead with the rolled newspaper he had in his hand.

Obviously he didn't hit her hard, but it still made his daughter pucker her lips annoyed, knowing she's heard worse words on TV during lunch time. But probably she wouldn't be getting scolded now if she hadn't insulted someone from her advanced math support class.

—You better apologize today —Y/n warned her—, with your classmate and your teacher. Using someone's dead family members to curse them isn't right. And even less because he got one answer right.

—He stole my answer.

—I don't care —she stopped her—. Just admit you did something wrong and move on.

When Jorge welcomed Y/n into the family, she was eighteen and Carla was only ten. She was still just a kid. With time, she grew out to be an older sister for her, with all the responsibilities that came with it. She picked her up from school, went to school meetings because Jorge wasn't able to attend while being hospitalized, helped her to study... That's why it wasn't surprising Carla listened to her and simply nodded when Y/n was planning to have the last word to set the discussion to an end.

After finishing breakfast, the youngest one left for school while they were left picking up everything on the table. At least it was like that until Y/n basically forced Jorge to sit down and let her do everything.

—Thank you —he said, not moving his eyes away from her.

—It's the least I can do —she pointed out, still doing the dishes.

—No, it's not —he sighed—. You help Carla with everything, you worry about my medicine and doctor appointments, bring money to the house...

They had that same conversation way too many times through the weeks. It's been that exact same discussion ever since she settled in his house and started working to help him pay the rent. And the conversation got a more serious note after he came back home after the heart attack.

—And you saved my life —she smiled, sitting next to him—. I still owe a lot to you.

—I did what anyone else would've done —he pinched her chin fondly.

Not really though. Her parents didn't, so why would she think it was normal for a stranger to pick her up from the streets and help her to this day?

It made no sense at all. But whatever it was, she had clear she'd be forever thankful to everything he has done for her.