CHANGED YOU | JUNGKOOK X READER |

THIRTY EIGHT

TRAUMA

Y/n

Fortune. Has so many meaning. This could be for me too. I stand up and pushed my body up to the surface until I gasped for air again. Holding to the stairs as I breathing so hard after I dip myself down the poll for ten minutes.

My husband has this unique skill, he can hold his breath that longer and he kinda teach me but in case it's needed.

I lean my head down in my arms as I look at my daughters, they play at the other poll with Irish. They laughed happily but my heart ache to see them. I got Irish back, but I wasn't sure I got the peace of mind. Yoongi is in jail, but his brother gone missing with his daughter. I still feel the threats haunting me every night.

"Darling."

A gentle wet, yet warm kisses felt on my shoulder as I lean my head to the side, closing my eyes. His arms snaked under water hold my waist closer to his naked torso. The cold are gone as my body in contact with his, sharing incredible warm from our bodies.

"What's on your mind?"

He turned me around, pushing his wet hair back, simple act can bring smile on my face with awe to see his handsomeness.

"I see the kids. They are happy playing with Irish." I hold his gaze for him to see through my eyes. That I tell the truth, that's what I feel.

"But why I don't see it in your eyes. What you still think of?" He tucked my hair behind my ear. I lean to his hand when my tears is threatening to fall.

"I'm scare."

He pull me to his arms and I cry on his chest, letting out my sorrow to share with him. It's been weeks since then, but I hardly sleep well and eat properly. He knew my condition is never be the same after Irish's abduction, even though I got her back. The trauma is having almost half of mental to destroyed. I've pick the wrong decision, what if I make mistake again this time?

"Baby, there's nothing to scare of." He try his best to get me back to the way I am before, but I was never be found the same again.

"Talk to me." He said desperately holding me close to him. His massive body shield me from the kids if they ever see my breakdown.

After Paris, I mentally pull my self away from everything, looking into his eyes, I feel so bad that I ignore him in every aspect.

"I'm fine." I smile bitterly but he shook his head in disbelief. He knew that I lied, I am not fine, but how can I give him another burden when he has enough with me.

"We promise that we don't keep secret from each other. We promise to share everything, why now you seem so distance with me." And it's not his fault that he feel that way.

"I love you." I caress his face memorizing his amazing features and my tears cannot stay still.

"No, stop! You don't love me enough to share your burden with me, Y/n. I am here all the time but you act like it's nothing happen when you know it's eating you from inside. When are you gonna open up, where is my Peanut!" He grabbed my shoulder and my body was shake a little when he hold it too hard and harsh as his words stabbing my chest over and over with the truth. He cry, and I feel like villain try to steal his virtue.

"It's been weeks, you hardly sleep and eat, you're crying at night alone and when I caught you, you tell me bullshit that you're fine, you avoid sex with me, you pretended to look fine in front of the kids." He breathe out to calm his anger, looking down caress my arms up and down, the heat of his body feel too obvious.

"You don't know, how much I've loved you like no one else, Y/n, to see you kneel down in front of him and beg for our lives, you think that didn't traumatize me. He shot you and I can't do anything to stop him. Do you really think you're the only one suffer?"