Guardian ll JJK ll 18+ [On Hold]

Chapter-5

Jungkook's eyes widened like saucers as he watched her contort her face into bizarre shapes, causing him to furrow his brows in confusion. "What's going on?" he asked, utterly perplexed. She shot him a look and twisted her features even more, blurting out, "I feel like I'm going to puke!"

Jungkook's eyes widened and without wasting time, he sprang into action, yanking her off the bed while she was half asleep, feeling like a mere marionette in his hands. "No, no, not here!" he exclaimed in a panic as he noticed her about to unleash the contents of her stomach.

In a swift and frantic move, Jungkook clamped his hand over her mouth when he saw, she was about to throw up.  Still keeping her mouth sealed, he whisked her away, and flung the door open.

He bent her down and she started vomiting. Jungkook watched her and despite his anger, he was worried for her health, with a mix of concern and exasperation, he soothingly patted her back while managing her unruly hair. "You've got some explaining to do, yn," he said lowly but his words seemed to vanish into the noisy background of retching. She wasn't able to hear him, his voice wasn't clear to her.

Breathing heavily, she weakly placed a hand on her forehead, her face was flushed with a mix of alcohol-induced redness and sheer exhaustion. Jungkook hoisted her up, gently dabbing her face with tissues, all the while keeping a firm grip around her waist to prevent her from collapsing.

He dragged her towards the wash basin and she gazed at it with bleary, lazy eyes and questioned in a perplexed state. "Why is this bathtub so small?" she mumbled and Jungkook, with a resigned sigh, gathered her hair in his fist and secured his grip around her waist. "It'll magically grow tomorrow, trust me. But for now, focus, gagal!". Unintentionally, Jungkook's grip on her hair tightened a bit too much, causing her to wince.

"Ouch," she exclaimed and smacked Jungkook's thigh while he stood behind her, causing him to quickly release his grip on her hair. "You're so rough," she scolded him trying to balance herself in his arms.

As she struggled, she suddenly choked, prompting Jungkook to furrow his brow in confusion again. "What now?" he asked, looking at her with concern as she leaned over, her expression turned sour. "I feel another round of vomiting coming," she declared with a grimace.

In a surprising move, she pushed Jungkook away, attempting to stand on her own, only to slip and nearly hit the floor. Luckily, Jungkook swooped in just in time to catch her before she met the ground. "Seriously, I'm just trying to help," Jungkook muttered in frustration. He swiftly guided her towards the nearest commode and pushed her down As she started to vomit.

Jungkook rubbed her back gently. Her condition clearly showed that she might have had a bit too much to drink. It seemed like she was experiencing the aftermath of her first intense round of shots.

Lost in taking care of her, Jungkook's focus was solely on making sure she was okay. He temporarily forgot about her earlier confession. He blinked, looking at her as she let out a heavy sigh, sliding away from the commode to lean wearily against the wall with her eyes closed. "I'm so exhausted," she huffed while exhaustion was evident in her voice. Jungkook observed her silently with his thoughts swirling. Hearing her tired words, he couldn't help but softly mumbled under his breath.

"I'm scared for my future"

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Yn winced with tightly shut eyes against the harsh morning light entering into the room. She moistened her lips before releasing a subdued sigh, keeping her lips sealed. With a slow blink, she gradually adjusted to the brightness, scanning the room with her eyes and placing a hand on her throbbing head.

As the door clicked open, Yn's gaze flickered towards the entrance, revealing Jungkook entering with a tray of food. She eased herself onto the bed as Jungkook set the tray on the side table, then settled on a bean bag in front of her. Her eyes widened as she observed him, admiring his well-built figure and the commanding presence he exuded while seated so confidently.