Drug Addict || JJK☆

5. Wounds and Bandages,

"Mr.Ma, please sit and eat." You said for the nth time but man wasn't buying your 'order' excuse anymore. The maids on the dinning hall keep looking at you both strangely making Ma nervous but he didn't show it out.

"Ma'am, I said I'm good. Thank you for your concern." His tone varied, like more deepens as he avoids eye contact at all cost, holding the chocolate flavored ice-cream box firmly. He is being strict with you now.

You sigh, opening your own ice-cream box and begin to devour it. A few minutes passed until something shuffling noise heard through the hall, causing you all to alert in your places.

You quickly made your way towards the respected place as Ma follows, you gasp once again when you find your husband on the floor, a flower vase had broken into pieces and his left arm is bleeding.

"Jungkook!" You screech making your way closer to him and pulls his bleeding arm, "Oh my god, you're bleeding." You carefully examine his arm, the blood is coming from the cut right under his wrist, a big one tho, some pieces of the flower vase are still peeking inside his skin.

"Gosh, why did you do that?" You scold, as you the maid comes and hands you the first aid kit which you gratefully takes it and faces your husband again. You're not hurt by watching him bleed.

But it does bothers your something. Jungkook chuckles before snatching his arm from your grip and cups your cheek, painting you blood.

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N," He slurs with a gentle smile on his lips, you grit your teeth at the sensation of his warm bloody hand over your cold skin, "J-Jungkook?" You call, pushing his shoulder a bit but he cluthes your cheek tightly only to bring your face closer to him.

The drugs, the smell of alcohol, sweats, blood and something else are directly coming from the only one husband of yours. "What a beautiful pain, you are, Y/N?" He scoffs and tightens his grip on your cheek, you aren't bothered by the audience you both have right now.

They pain and new feelings that creeping under the skin of your hearts getting the most attention. Both of you are in pain, both physically and mentally. Both of you have been tricked into this. Yet, can't help but hate eachother.

"You really agreed to bear my child?" He asks, his voice is calm as if he is really sober. Your heart clenches, "I did." You utter, voice nonchalant as always. His eyes soften as he silently watches your eyes wavering with guilt and something else.

"B-But-" "For $80,000 million." You cut of his question, you should not let him think you like doing this too. His eyes darken at your words as he scoffs, "Of course, for the freaking money." He laughs before letting go of your cheek, that is painted by his damn blood.

"First they sold me for the money, now it's my children?" He shakes his head before standing up while you sit on the cold floor, staring staright ahead blankly. His words are hitting you like a truck. "If they are being cruel, you are heartless, Y/N." He mutters before dragging his feet over to the other way of the room.

The bedroom where you both are supposed to share and make babies. That's your current mission but, do you really need that $80,000 million now?

When you realize that you are actually alone, the maids and your bodyguard already left you two alone, you let down the tear that you are holding till now. You didn't cry or sob further, just a single drop of tear over your bloody cheek.

After some moments with yourself, you made your way over to the room where Jungkook is in. Luckily, the door isn't locked. You peek inside only to find him laying at end of the bed, his legs are on the floor, the sheets below him getting wet and stain by his blood.

You hesitantly steps inside and locks the door behind you. Slowly walking over to him, you make  sure that he is sleeping by lightly kicking his feet. Jungkook didn't buldge which made you sigh in relief and you proceed your next step.

You place the first aid box on the floor and take out the medications to treat his wound. Moving to the bed, you place the medications on the bed, above his head before you take place there.

You feel the weird sensation again, as you look at his face. He looks so peaceful right now. You lowkey wish he would behave peaceful with you too.

Your eyes trail over his beautiful features, drinking in his details. He looks like Justin. The real Justin. The man who you used to have crush on. Your heart beats loudly. What if I like you too?

You snap your eyes away from his face when you thought that. No way. Jeon's are venomous beings. There is no way, you'll get backstabbed twice by the same variety of people.

But Jungkook?

"Threatening a 21 years old girl? She isn't even a woman yet."

"First they sold me for the money, now my children?"

You bite your lips, what's happening with you? Why you are feeling sorry for this man?

What if he's different from his family?

You pathetically wish for that. But who you are kidding? He's Jeon Jungkook.

Not letting your mind wander more, you softly holds his fingers and pulls his wounded arm up. Jungkook did stir as you carefully eyes his fingers. So long and big hands.

You push his sleeves away to reveal his wound more as you begin to clean it carefully and slowly.

Eyeing at his face now and then, make sure he is really sleeping yet your heart wants him to wake up and throws his tantrums at you for touching him. Not that you're enjoying his peaceful self.

Once you done the cleaning, you put on the antibiotics and wraps the bandages around his wound. When you finally done, you softly let his hand on the bed, pulling it away from your lap.

You let out the breathe that you're holding all the time when you stepped out of the room, you really don't wanna leave him, you just wanna lay beside him and silently watch him until you fell asleep but your ego doesn't let you do it, "If they're cruel, you're heartless, Y/N."

Yeah, that's right. You're heartless. All you want is the money, for yourself and your future where these Jeon's won't be there with you.
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But when the door of the room unlocked, Jungkook opens his eyes and glances at the door. He places his palm on his chest where his heart is beating fast, he examine the bandages which his wife just left on, his eyes soften.

"For $80,000 million."

He scoffs before sitting up and undoing the bandages. He doesn't want his heartless wife's sympathy neither her acts of service. He just want her to leave. Out of his life very badly.

He eyes his wound, the blood has stopped so it's fine. He pulls out the drug powder that he brought from his friend, before pinches some and bringing it closer to his nose and sniff.

There, the pleasure, the peace, the world which he dies to live for.