ɪɴᴋᴇᴅ ʙy ᴀ ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ( ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ ꜰꜰ )

chap 06

Y/n

I sit in bed, my body shivering with everything that happened this evening.

My ankles throbs from the tattoo.

It's a small piece, and I know I'll always remember getting it fondly.

A bird in flight, ready to disappear over the horizon, ready to leave my cruel fate, represents me finding something new, something bright, something like what jungkook and I shared in his office.

The tattoo gun looked so small in his big strong hand, but he handled it with skill. His expression was a picture of concentration, and his lips were shaped into something nearer to a smile than I saw earlier.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"A little," I whimpered. "But it's worth it." I'm still not sure exactly what happened between us.I felt like there was so much else he wanted to say, so much he was holding back. When he offered to buy me out of the marriage, I almost screamed.

Why? I wanted to yell. Is it because you feel the same? Are you having silly thoughts too?

"What if jackson says no?" I whisper, tickling Doggo behind the ear.

I look down at my legs, not cringing like I usually do.
Whenever I show a part of my body, especially my thick legs, I often have this internal squeeze, like my self-esteem is taking a punch right to the face.

But after what jungkook and I did in his office, it's like I can see myself with a fresh perspective.

He sank his hands greedily into these same thighs. He snarled as he moved his hands up them, growled as he pushed his face between them.

Surely that means I'm not completely ugly, right?

Raising my foot, I study the tattoo, the simple bird. We didn't have time to add detail, but there's a definite direction to it, as though the bird is heading for the horizon.

That could be me if the plan works, if jackson agrees to let me go.

I wonder how much Jungkook's going to offer.

I wonder why he's offering at all.

Sharing some steaminess with somebody is one thing, but paying to free them from their horrible life is another.
And if I go to live with Jungkook, what then?Am I going to be one of many women? Does he do this often?

My fists clench at the thought. I have to let little Doggo go, so I don't add too much pressure to my touch.

The idea of sharing jungkook makes me want to grab big bunches of my hair and tear them out, just so I don't have to think about it.

It hurts. Physically makes me ache, imagining it.

When Doggo cocks his head, I know that Aunt Giana is coming up the stairs. He always cocks his head like that when she approaches. She's never hurt him since she knows that would drive me to do something drastic. But she's not overly kind to him either.

Pulling up the blankets, I quickly cover my ankle.

And then - when she starts to turn the door handle - I think, screw it.

Why should I hide?

Pretty soon, I'm not going to be her concern.

She pushes the door open, striding into the room. As usual, she pauses to look around distastefully, as though my framed portraits and abstract pieces are a personal insult to her.

She turns to me, her sharp features etched in misery. She never looks happy, my aunt, like the whole world is out to get her. She never stops to think she might be the problem.