•Tough love• yoonkook [BTS]

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Jungkook's POV

Four days after, when they cut Yoongi's stitches he was free to go. All of us went to the hospital to take him home and unexpectedly he had a bright smile on his lips which made me tear up. When we saw him I ran close to him and hugged him. Our relationship wasn't a secret anymore and I loved it. Yoongi seemed to enjoy too the fact that we could hug each other in front of the members and, they, didn't seem to mind.
After Yoongi and I admitted that we were together our relationships within our group changed completely! (In a good way) Jokes like: "So if Yoonkook is real, does that mean that v-hope is too?" (Something usually said by Namjoon hyung) were being said all the time and we started getting even closer. Yoongi tried really hard to make it up for the members and he started using self sarcasm a lot. We cuddled all the time which made the members go either 'Awww' or 'Bliah!' It depended on their mood.
Apart from that we enacted a few rules (basically rules for Yoongi):
1. Every time he wants to go to his studio someone has to be with him.
2. He must go to all his appointments with his psychologist.
3. He should tell us what's troubling him.
4. He should not stay up late at night to practice. He needs sleep.

But we still had a free week and we wanted to enjoy it. The seven of us went on long walks and ate together, we watched TV and played games. I can say that this week was the happiest week of my life.
One day during this week I approached Yoongi who was laying on the couch. I kneeled down next to him and gazed at his eyes.
"What is it Kookie?" He asked and gave me a peck on my nose. I smiled at him and got even closer to his face.
"Can we go somewhere tonight?" I asked and seductively bit my lip.
"Somewhere like that hotel?" He asked me and came closer too. Our lips were only 3cm away.
"That was exactly what I was thinking!" I murmured and my lips touched his. He slipped his tongue inside my mouth. My heart started pounding inside my chest and my chin was trembling. He pulled away slowly.
"That's a great idea!" He whispered inside my ear.

That night at about 9:00 we had both packed a backpack each and we were ready to go. We couldn't go to the hotel that all this started because we weren't allowed to leave Seoul. So we chose a small quiet hotel away from the center of Seoul where we would spend the night.

"Why are you guys leaving?" Jimin asked worriedly. "Hyung, are you going to let them go?" He asked Namjoon.
Namjoon left out a giggle.
"Yes Jimin!" He said and patted him on the shoulder.
I think I heard the others giggling too.
"But why? What are you guys going to do?" He asked in an truly innocent tone. The others burst out laughing and he didn't seem to get why this was so funny. I hugged him tight and told him:
"Don't worry hyung we'll be fine. I'll take care of Yoongi hyung! I think we both need sometime together!"
"Okay... you'll be back till tomorrow night right?" He asked. I nodded with a big smile on my lips.
I took Yoongi's hand and we left. We didn't have a car, so we had to walk till there. Outside it was snowing and it was really cold. Our hands had frozen but we kept holding them. We didn't mind.
When we arrived at the hotel, I went in first and took the key. We had agreed that he would come after I was inside our room. I got up and waited. A few minutes after I heard a knock on the door. I opened it. He immediately kissed me and we started walking backwards. He took off his thick jacket and threw it down(I had already taken off mine). We fell on the bed and kept kissing.
"Oh god, you don't know how much I missed you!" I mumbled between our kisses. He threw his shoes off using his feet to get rid of them. His hand came and gently caressed my cheek.
"I love you Jungkook!" He said and kept giving me little peck kisses on my neck and cheeks. I threw back my head and left out a moan. I quickly took off my shirt and got ready to take Yoongi's off too. But he suddenly slapped my hand.
"No!" He gasped.
I looked at him surprised.
"What do you mean? What's wrong?" I asked him as I rubbed my hand.
He nervously bit his lip.
"Just don't take my shirt off." He said in a more calm tone.
"Why? What's wrong?" I said and tried to pull it up.
"Jungkook, stop it" he said. But I didn't give up. "I said Stop it!"
I wasn't listening. He had sworn, no more secrets! So I kept trying to pull off his shirt. He pushed me back he yelled at me and tried to make me stop. And in the end... the shirt was torn off. Yoongi looked at me astonished and rushed to cover his bare chest. He was ready to turn around but I grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to me.
"Yoongi remove your hands Now!" I hissed.

Yoongi's POV

That was the only thing I didn't want Jungkook to find out. He would yell at me and be really mad. He was now stronger than me so he easily removed my hands even though I protested, and he saw them.
He saw the scars.
"Yoongi!" He whispered and his mouth opened widely. "What... why?"
I tried to cover them again with my hands but he didn't let me. He passed his fingers through them, lightly touching them.
"What the hell?" He whispered. He covered his eyes with his hand and took a deep breath. I knew what was coming. He would push me back and start shouting. That's what he does when he's upset. I knew I would probably fall off the bed if he pushed me but I didn't move.
But surprisingly he only punched the bed.
"WHAT THE HELL?" He yelled. "Why was I so blind? You freaking cut yourself and I didn't suspect a thing!" He started face palming himself "Why am I so stupid?" He muttered. I grabbed his hand to prevent him from hurting himself.
"Stop it" I said and kissed his palm. "It's not your fault. I'm just..." I took a deep breath "I was so sad!" I muttered and started crying. I placed my head inside my palms. "I don't know why I did that! I have no idea. I wasn't drunk, but I didn't know what i was doing. It felt like sadness was ruling me. I started cutting and I just couldn't stop. I only remember that my hand started shaking and the knife fell off my hand. I then felt dizzy and I simply fell asleep. The next day when I woke up, the upper part of my sheets was covered in blood. I was so scared Jungkook! I was alone at my studio, laying on a bed filled with blood!" I said and my head touched the bed. Jungkook came close to me and hugged my bare back. I felt his tears on my neck and his hair was tickling me. "Jungkook I need to tell you something!" I muttered through my sobs and I didn't wait for him to respond. "You told me that I should be myself. It's so 'funny' that this seems so normal to you. I don't know who I am! I used to be mean and sarcastic. After you came I started acting more kindly but only when you were around. You wrecked my world, seriously! You made me think that maybe that person wasn't really me, maybe I was able to love too! And more importantly you made me think that I mattered as a person! But that jerk inside me didn't leave. It climbed his way up into my mind and poisoned my thoughts. Now I don't know who I am!"
Jungkook placed his hands around my waist and pulled me back. He laid down on the bed with me inside his arms. I turned around a bit and placed my head on his chest. My hands traveled through his body and hugged him tight. But he was only stroking my hair and I could hear him crying.
"I need you to hold me! Hold me tight and don't let go!" I said and raised my head to look at him. "I like feeling your skin against mine and your breath hitting my lips! I love you"
He moved both of us and he ended up being over me. He gently kissed the part underneath my ear, my sensitive part. I threw my head back and a moan escaped my lips.
"I won't! I need you as much as you need me." He said as he planted kisses on my neck slowly moving down and kissing my chest. He started kissing every scar of mine and for some reason tears were still running through my eyes. I placed my hands on his face and pulled him up. I connected our lips while my hands disappeared inside his hair. I sat up and kept kissing him. Suddenly he pulled away. I looked at him confused but his lips touched my neck. He started a particular spot creating a hickey while my mouth had formed a perfect 'o'. He kept creating hickeys all over my chest and I became a moaning mess. He came close to my ear and whispered:
"It's called revenge!" And slightly bit my ear. My hand searched for the lamp. I suddenly switched it off and everything else belongs to the night.

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I'm more red than a tomato
I'm just hiding between my pillows

I won't do the tag this time I'm just so... surprised at myself that I actually wrote that!!

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