The Only One || Jungkook

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The bright light that peeked through the half opened curtains of their room forced her to blink again after opening her eyes, cuddling to the embrace of the man behind her as she tried to hide her face on his forearm. Y/n just rubbed her cheek against his skin, sighing lowly.

Her mornings had been like that every day since she woke up after losing her conscience in the back of the van. Jungkook was glued to her, resting his chest against her back, with one arm surrounding her neck -so she could lie on it-, and his right hand covering the thin scar on her stomach, with his thumb reaching to his mark.

At first, she thought it was just a habit he'd lose with time, that he'd let go of after the wound he kept healing turned into the soft pink scar she had then. But five months later, there he was, covering that line with his palm, as if that would keep it from opening or hurting.

She tried to crawl on the mattress without waking him up, trying to set free from his grip, but she was only able to move a few centimeters away before Jungkook pulled her back to her position with a tired groan.

—Don't go —he asked with a raspy voice—. Tell me what you need, and I'll bring it to you.

She understood that attitude when her movements were limited because of her wound, and even more because of Jungkook. He was always trying to please any of her needs, while also keeping her from moving too much. And, when he wasn't around, he made sure to leave one of their men looking after her. Although she always ended up convincing them to give her the freedom she needed. Whether she was good with words or they were more scared of her than they were of him, it was something she didn't really care about. She always ended up having it her way.

—If I need to go to the bathroom, will you bring it here? —she chuckled, moving her fingers over the reverse of his left hand.

While he puckered his lips, he tried to think of the answer, moving his thumb down to the rugosity of her scar to caress it. It was such a dumb thing to do, but it made him feel at such an ease, he just couldn't help it. It had been four months since it stopped being a danger for her, yet he still tried to make sure it was close and healthy.

—I never tried it, but maybe. Do you need to go to the bathroom?

—Oh, seriously —she huffed.

Rolling on by herself, she turned to face Jungkook and find him with a playful smile.

—You weren't treating me as if I were made of glass last night, quite the opposite actually —Y/n reprended him.

Jungkook didn't reply back to her whines, he simply pinched her chin, instantly making her smile back.

—I promised you I'd look after you, and that's what I'm going to do —he insisted, faking a serious voice—. Does my queen need to go to the bathroom? I'll take her to the bathroom.

But Y/n stopped him before he was able to get up, quickly reaching for his arms and placing them over his head.

—I can do it alone —she repeated.

He faked being hopeless and weaker just for a few seconds, allowing her to think she actually had enough strength to keep him down in that position. All it took him was a smirk from her to groan as he moved, rolling on the mattress until she was trapped under his body.

—You can —he nodded—. I just like helping you. And you're going to let me, right? —he tilted his head— Hmm, right? —he said lowly, bending over her— Let me spoil you.

Her back arched, along with a loud gasp leaving her throat when he went for her throat, instead of kissing her lips. The way his fingers pinched a concrete spot on her side and his teeth bit on her beck got her squirming, trying to move her body away as she laughed and tried to push him.