𝐀𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𖹭ྀི

❤︎𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 59❤︎

He was about to step up the stairs when his father's sarcastic voice stopped him in his tracks. "How's your friend now?" The tone was laced with mockery, and Jungkook could feel his anger simmering just below the surface.

Jungkook clenched his jaw, his body tensing at the sound of his father's voice. "He's doing better," he replied, forcing his voice to remain neutral. His father snorted, skepticism etched on his face. "I bet he is," he said, his eyes narrowing. "And I'm supposed to believe that little stunt was just coincidence?"

Jungkook resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He knew his father wasn't fooled, but he wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of knowing the truth either. "It was a coincidence," he repeated, his tone cool. "Jimin wasn't feeling well, and we had to step in."

His father raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Spare me the act, Jungkook. It doesn't matter what happened today, but mind this: your wedding will not be stopped." The words were like a slap in the face, and Jungkook felt his anger boil over.

Jungkook's hands tightened into fists, his heart rate speeding up. "Night!" he gritted out, walking up the stairs. His father's words echoed in his ears, a stark reminder of the reality he was trapped in.

Each step felt like a lead weight, heavier than the last. With every movement, the resentment towards his father grew, fueling his determination to find a way out of this so-called marriage. The fire in his soul burned brighter, and he knew he would stop at nothing to break free from the shackles of his father's expectations.

He stopped in front of his door, his heart racing with anticipation and worry. How was he supposed to face you after what had happened? He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come, and opened the door.

The dimly lit room enveloped him, and he locked the door behind him, his gaze landing on you. His eyes widened as he rushed towards you, his heart sinking at the sight of your wrist bleeding. The cuffs were still on your wrist, just the way he had bound them before he left you.

Jungkook's heart dropped at the sight of the blood, and he cursed under his breath, his voice tight with worry. "Fuck!" He knelt beside you, his hand reaching out to take yours, but your low, pain-filled voice stopped him.

"D-don't t-touch me." The raw hurt in your voice cut through him like a knife. He hadn't seen you this broken before. His gut twisted, and he felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He was the reason behind this pain. He was the reason you were bleeding.

He swallowed hard, his voice shaky, "Please..." His eyes pleaded with you to let him help. "Let me clean it at least." But you wouldn't meet his eyes, your gaze fixed on the floor.

The silence between you stretched out, the only sound the soft drip, drip of your blood hitting the carpet. Jungkook's eyes stung, and he felt a lump form in his throat. "I-I'm sorry..." He reached for your wrist again, this time more gently, slowly uncuffing the chain.

He didn't speak as he grabbed a cloth from the drawer, wiping away the blood, his touch feather-like as to not add to your pain. He focused on the wound, his eyes stinging. Seeing the injury he had inadvertently caused.

"Why did you do that?" he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. He bandaged the wound, his fingers trembling slightly, each touch feeling like a silent apology.

Once he was satisfied that the bleeding had stopped, he took a step back, his eyes finally meeting yours. Your eyes were red and swollen, evidence of the tears you'd shed while he was gone. He could see the pain, the heartbreak behind them, and it felt like a knife twisting in his chest.