My Phycopath Husband: Cursed Roses Of The Dead

Chapter 3

Jungkook muffled his cries as he looked at his husband holding him close and sleeping. He didn't understand why the older punished him. Did he do something wrong? Was it his fault again? Is his Tae mad at him again?. He didn't like whenever Taehyung is distant or cold to him. He likes the clingy, cuddly Tae, not the rude one.

He moved himself to Taehyungs embrace. Even though his hole body was hurting like hell, all he wanted was the olders warmth and comfort. Before a few weeks Taehyung would dress his wound and clean his body before going to sleep but these days, it feels like the older doesn't even care about him.
He cried more. The mental and physical pain was too much to handel at once so slowly he drifted off to sleep.

The next day when Jungkook woke up, he knew something wasn't right. He felt his body ache more than all the other times. He felt weak and nauseous. He looked at the time to see that it was 6 AM. He looked at his husband beside him, whose sleeping and contemplated whether to wake him up or not.

He squirmed uncomfortably on the bed feeling pain in his lower body. He felt dehydrated and hungry. His Taehyungie didn't even clean him up. He looked in the drawer beside the bed to see if he can find some medication for the nausea and pain but all he found were some used papers and unwrapped tissue boxes.

He bit his lips nervously looking at his husband. He didn't want to wake him up because it was clear that the older was struggling to get sleep, Jungkook noticed it. Whenever he woke up in the middle of the night the older was either in balcony smoking a cigarette or at his study, doing work. He sighed. He tried going back to sleep but it felt weird and painful. The younger again squirmed feeling uncomfortable.

He didn't like this feeling, but the one thing he was reluctant on believing is that his husband is responsible for this whole thing. In his eyes it was his own fault for not understanding his body better and he would feel bad every time his husband and him made "love" because he wouldn't like it or it would be too painful for him.

He sat on the bed with all these thoughts in his head, manipulating himself to belive that it was not his husband's fault. "Why are you up?" The younger yelped when he unexpectedly heard his husband's raspy voice. "I just woke up and I couldn't go back to sleep and.... and my body hurts and I feel nauseous." He looked down, playing with his fingers.

Taehyung hosted himself to his elbows and stared at Jungkooks naked body and smirked, his eyes clearly filled with lust. "Can you get me some medicine please?" Jungkook asked, not minding the fact that his husband was fucking him with his eyes. Taehyung shrugged and got up "well, it's 6 in the morning anyways." He rubbed his eyes and sat on the edge of the bed. Jungkook looked guilty "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up" the other chuckled and kissed the top of the youngers head.

"I'm not mad, love. Good for you for voicing out your needs" he got up and went to the younger's side of the bed "you can't get up, can you?" The younger shook his head and immediately got scooped into the olders  arms. "I'll make you breakfast and then I'll get you the medicine You need to eat first." Taehyung went to the washroom with the younger in his hands and put him on the counter with a playfull smile "do you need help brushing or can you do it yourself?" Jungkook playfully smacked the on olders arm.

Taehyung raised his arm, in a retreating pose and left the room giving the younger some time for himself. By the time the older got ready and came back jungkook had already done his morning routine and taken a bath. Taehyung smiled and again scooped the younger into his arms and made his way downstairs and placed jungkook on the soft couch and kissed his lips.

"Now, stay here while I make breakfast" the older ordered before giving Jungkook the TV remote and going into the kitchen. He came back with 2 plates of pancakes and sweet sugary syrup. "Enjoy, my love" Jungkook smiled, even though he felt nauseous he couldn't deny his husband's hard work, so he began to eat.