The Only One || Jungkook

21

She woke up, instantly remembering what happened the previous night, feeling her body heat rising with the reminisce of every thrust, every touch, and every filthy word that came out of his mouth while he reminded her she was his. She wasn't sure when her fingers slid under her t-shirt to start caressing the permanent mark he made on her, but she moved them away as soon as she was aware, finally sitting on the bed.

It was bright and sunny outside, she was able to tell with the trims of lights that sneaked by the gaps between the frame of the window and the blinds. That got a sigh from her, because it didn't matter the weather outside, she was stuck inside that big house.

She promised herself she'd do her best to be inside that place. Maybe, just maybe, that was the only way to make things easier for her, and it could be it'd give her a chance to negotiate her freedom with him.

Going downstairs with her old pajamas she took from Spain, she paused in the middle of the living room when she was aware that Jihu wasn't the one looking after her that day.

Just in the same situation as her, she saw Jungkook walking out the kitchen, messy hair covering half of his forehead, wearing an oversized t-shirt and some black shorts, while the white slippers on his feet dragged over the floor lazily. It was the first time she saw him like that. Actually, it was the first time she saw him completely relaxed in her presence. Always sitting or standing straight, with his hair perfectly brushed to the sides, wearing a neat suit while making sure his glance could throw daggers at anyone who dared to talk to him first.

Not that day though. Or at least no in front of her. He even seemed younger when his big eyes laid on her, and he threw a sly smirk.

—What are you doing here?

That question made him chuckle, understanding where it came from, but still finding it funny for some reason.

—It's my house —he tilted his head for a brief second—. Am I not allowed to be here now?

Yes, he was. But he always left before she woke up, and always came back when she was almost going to bed. They barely met, but there he was that morning.

—Where's Jihu? —she innocently asked, taking a step in his direction.

Leaving the last few things on the table, he landed his hand on the furniture and looked at her, supporting the weight of his body on his palm and making his body sway subtly.

—It doesn't really matter, does it?

But her worried look made him add more to that annoyed answer. He felt the need to give her something so her mind would be at ease for the rest of the day.

—I gave him something else to do instead —he stuck his hands inside his pockets, looking at her—. He showed he wasn't able to control you, so I gave him another job. Now sit and eat something.

—That's all? —she doubted, walking towards him slowly.

Telling her some of his men were dealing with him accordingly would only make things worse. And that was something he wanted to avoid when she seemed to be so tame -to his surprise.

—Yeah, that's all —he nodded.

Jungkook didn't need to say a word, pointing to her chair with his head was enough to have her taking a seat while looking at the few toasts, the orange juice and the coffee displayed for her.

—Jihu told me this is what you usually eat —he mentioned, coming back from the kitchen again.

—Um yeah, but you didn't have to do it —she assured him, looking at the perfectly settled table.