Blood Stained Roses - Yandere J.JK. [1]

Four

Your POV

All eyes were on me. The sleeves were still rubbing against my shoulders. I was drowning. He gave me soft, reassuring smiles. That didn't make things better. My bouquet of blood red flowers was getting sweaty from my palms. I was trembling. I was making a fool out of myself. I was doing what I did everyday of my life. Only he would love me for that.

Someone suddenly grabbed my arm. I jumped a mile high, turning to look at who had broke me from my daze. His father stood there. I saw his mouth move, but his voice was a mumble in murky water. He seemed to be asking me something. I nodded.

I heard giggles from the audience in the water. My cheeks glowed with red. I turned my eyes towards the ground. I made an even bigger fool out of myself then. I was a stupid individual. 

I heard more mumbles as I looked at all the details in my bouquet. Was it me, or was the red on the roses seeming to slowly drip down? It never touched anything but the petals. I must of been hallucinating. I could barely breathe. Maybe the lose of oxygen flowing to my brain was dwindling.

"I do," I heard him say. Those words. My breath hitched, catching in my throat. I started sputtering, seeming to catch a breath. I heard more laughs in the crowd as I coughed. I was a complete fool. I could feel my mother's disapproving gaze fixed on me. 

I felt him pull my shoulders up to look at him. His face seemed to zoom in as he caught me. I coughed some more as I watched his mouth move. I only nodded, my cough calming down. I could only hear his voice through the murky water. How did I hear those two words? 

I stood up straight again, my breathing back in order. He looked at me with worried eyes, but left me be. I heard more mumbling. My hands were unbearable sweaty now. I felt like I was going to drop my roses. My knees wouldn't stop shaking. I could feel myself pleading with my eyes for him to save me. He was just as helpless as me.

I heard his father's voice come to an end. Was this the time? I watched as he took the sweaty stems of the roses away from me, handing it to my own father. I could feel myself gasping for a breath. I was really drowning. I really was going to die.

He pulled me close, his face hovering over mine for a moment. That moment felt like an eternity. I was about to seal the deal. My best friend would be my lover. A lump formed in my throat. A tear slipped from my eyes. His lips were then on mine. My parents won. They won, and sold me off. Were they happy now? 

My first kiss was sold off to my best friend. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe this day would've happened at any timeline. I was stuck in an endless loop. There was no escaping it. At least I was now married to him. Anyone else, and I would've broken down. He was my savior. It must of been meant to be.

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I woke up with a start. I bolted upright, the blanket falling off me. I was now exposed to the cool air. I gathered the blanket back up with shaking hands, pressing it against my chest. I didn't feel comfortable, even though he had already seen. It wasn't worth bothering about then. I was having a panic attack.

I felt like I could breathe again, but this time, the air was strangling me. A sob escaped my mouth, ringing throughout the room. Tears fell down like a waterfall. My body shook, my small sobs shaking as well. I brought the blanket up to my mouth, and bit down. This was still a reality. 

I felt Jungkook stir from next to me. I didn't look over to him. I stared at the wall in front of me, quietly crying. I didn't think Jungkook had his eyes open because he reached over, his hand grazing my lower back. When he realized that I wasn't laying down, he spoke.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" he sounded exhausted, his voice rough from just waking up. I heard the bed creak, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him sitting up next to me.

"They sold me off," I said in a sob. My voice was muffled from the blanket. I hugged myself, turning into a ball. I placed my forehead on my knees, my sobs becoming louder.

I heard him sigh softly. His fingers touched my skin. I flinched a little, but he still grabbed a hold of me, pulling close. I was still biting down on the blanket, the blanket covering my chest, and in a ball, but Jungkook somehow managed to hold me next to him. He was warm, unlike the cool air that surrounded us. I unclenched my teeth, the blanket falling out of my mouth. Another sob escaped me, making me sound like I was drowning. I was.

"Who sold you off?" he said in a calm manner, trying to get me to relax. One of his hands ran up and down my arm and shoulder. That was where the sleeves gave me a rash. 

I gave a loud hiccup, my tear stained face moving from my knees to his chest. I heaved for a breath before speaking. "M-My parents."

His hand froze from rubbing my arm, his whole body turning ridged. He hugged me tighter, pulling me as close to him as possible. He didn't say a word. I knew he was mad about what I said, but it was true.

"Jungkook, I'm so sorry," I cried into his chest, my hands gripping the blanket like it was life or death. I was still drowning. Was he drowning with me? Has he always been drowning like me? 

"You're my best friend, right?" he said quietly, almost inaudible. 

"Of course!" I exclaimed, pulling away from his chest. I brought the blanket up to my face and wiped my tears away. "You've always been my best friend." My breath was shaky. Breathing was becoming easier, but it was still a task.

"Good." His lips crashed into mine. They weren't like any of the other times we kissed. They were rough and hungry, which scared me. Before he could do anything else, I pushed him away, one of my hands holding onto the blanket, and the other on his chest. I was in total shock. 

"Jungkook, why did you do that?" I said. I was so in shock, I didn't feel like crying anymore. I wasn't even drowning. I stared up at him with wide eyes. He had the robotic look on his face as he stared at my lips. My heart pounded. What was happening?

After waiting about a minute for an answer, I said, "You're scaring me..." His robotic face was terrifying to me. I was used to seeing him with some sort of expression, but now he just looked...dead. It wasn't natural.

He shook his head suddenly, making me jump back. An expression finally came back. He looked hurt. "I... I'm sorry, Y/N."

I reached up and touched my lips absentmindedly. I looked up into his eyes, myself still in shock. "Why did you do that?"

He opened his mouth to say something, but his voice faltered. He couldn't speak about it. I did something wrong. I was a fool, just like at the wedding. I did something wrong that caused this. It was all a huge mistake that I brought along.

I sighed a little. Maybe I could make up for my mistake. Without thinking, I dropped the blanket, bowing my head in shame. My loose hair fell into my eyes. The cold air nipped at my newly exposed skin. I ran my tongue over my teeth. More fidgeting.

"I'm sorry myself," I said in a tiny voice. "They never sold me off. I... I guess I was wrong..." I didn't feel true to my words. I hoped he didn't take the hint that I was keeping it a secret to myself. I just hoped he was distracted.

He surprised me by lightly taking my chin in one of his hands, making me look at him in the eyes. He gave me a sympathetic smile. He reached down with the other hand, took the blanket, and covered up my chest for me. He knew I wasn't comfortable. He knew me well enough that I wasn't comfortable with my own body. "Let's just leave this behind us. Everything's okay now. You're away from your parents. You have me. Life is going to be great from now on."

I gave a shy smile back. I took his hand that was holding my chin into my own. I looked down at them entangled together. My hands were tiny compared to his. "Okay..."

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Jungkookie." I smiled some more.

His lips were back on mine, soft and gentle like they should've been.