Let's bet (JK ff)

28.

Pov JK

Last night, when I saw her standing at my door so hurt, so helpless, and I saw the deep, dark red wounds in her gentle hands, something inside me became enraged. A rage, this extreme need to pull her into my arms, cover her eyes and protect her from the dark claws of our broken, disgusting society was incredible. I have never felt such intense emotions. Just thinking about the person who did this to her makes me clench my fists and press my lips together angrily. What asshole did this to her? Who dares to make her feel pain like that. Hard, I slam my hand down on the cool kitchen counter and try to calm myself down again. As much as I want to know who the asshole was, first I want her to be able to sleep. I ruffle through my black hair and run my tongue over my lip piercing. I look at the clock, 08:59 in the morning. I've been up all night. But I'm not tired, something burning inside me is keeping me awake.

She was looking at me so desperately yesterday. Her eyes radiated fear and helplessness. Something that is not usually part of her personal features. Y/n is strong. In fact, I have never met a stronger woman than Y/n. She is intelligent, she is strong, she is ambitious, she is confident, she is beautiful, she is funny, but most importantly she treats me normally. Not like a business leader, not like a mafia boss, not like a highly respected, successful man, not like I'm the most impressive thing the world has ever seen. She looks at me normally. Like I am a normal human being. And I like that. I haven't been treated like this for a long time. Once despised, now admired - that alone says enough about our society. When we first met, she was bold and brave. I enjoyed it. A strong woman, a woman that looks like I can go hard with. But yesterday her eyes, reflected the opposite of her personality. Pure fear. Whoever made her feel that way must have done something horrible. Someone who doesn't deserve to keep breathing. I grit my teeth, I just need a name. A fucking name, that's all I want. But I restrain myself and remain sitting on the kitchen chair, staring at the clock. 09:17. I remember the dark red blood running down her palms, it just wouldn't stop dripping. She knocked on my door, I was busy at my work table. Designing new tattoo designs. I heard a loud pounding and a muffled screaming. I didn't suspect anything. I rushed to the door, quickly looking through the small peephole, to be sure that no hostile gang was standing in front of my door, wanting to bring Thanatos to me personally. But the sight at my door was worse than my own death, it was her. Screaming, crying, bleeding. An unknown feeling settled in my stomach, something I never really wanted to feel again. Fear. What had happened? Abruptly, I yanked the door open and looked into her tear-veiled eyes. Her brown eyes were not shining as usual, they were swollen and had a desperate look in them. I can still hear her muffled words in my mind. "Jungkook." Just from my name, I can hear her pain-distorted voice. I immediately became anxious and ran to her, pulling her to me. Not a second too late, a moment later she collapsed in my arms and her eyes closed. Pure fear settled into my bones. I stroked her pale cheek and gently shook her body. But there was no movement. Panicking, I pulled her to me and pressed my ear against her chest. As soon as I felt the regular pounding of her heart, I sighed loudly. A feeling of relief swam over me and lifted a huge weight from my shoulders. She was here, she was here with me. She didn't leave me, I didn't lose her. She is here and she is alive. I gently pulled her closer to me and picked her up to carry her into my house. I carried her towards my bedroom to get her new clothes. Then I carried her into the bathroom and laid her down on the padded floor before gently rubbing the blood off her hands and treating her wounds. Putting a band-aid on each cut and then wrapping everything with a white, light bandage. Washed her face and brushed her hair. Undressing her down to her underwear, purposely looking away, and putting my clothes on her. Never would I do anything without her permission, never would I look at her unless she gave me approval. I pulled her to me and carried her to my bedroom and laid her down on my huge, soft mattress. I pressed my ear against her left breast again to make sure her heart was still beating regularly. Relieved, I put her under the blanket and close the door. I lay down on my couch and close my eyes. But I can't sleep. All I can think about is her. And of the person who did this to her. A wild rage storms up inside me. It feels like a burning fire. I open my eyes and look at my watch, it was three in the morning. I walk over to her, gently pressing my ear against her chest so she doesn't wake up. I feel the loud pounding of her heart, I quietly turn away and walk back to the couch.