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

Thirteen

Your POV

It hadn't rained yet, so I took that as a good sign. Driving our way to the beach, we grabbed some food for an early dinner. We decided to have whatever picnic we could have with the window and the nasty clouds rolling in. The car was warm, filled with the smell of the food. I felt better now, a small smile on my face. This definitely didn't bring back any memories from when we were kids, but it was the thought that count.

Soon we came to the beach, the parking lot completely empty. Jungkook pulled into some front row parking, the engine cutting off when he took the keys out of the ignition. I didn't want to leave the warm car, but I took the food, slipping out the door into the chilly day.

The wind whipped at my back, trying to break into my sweatshirt. I hunched my shoulders to keep me warm. The cold soaked into my jeggings, making them like ice to the touch. At least I had something on to keep myself warm. I didn't want to get sick.

Jungkook and I walked along the boardwalk, taking in the waves crashing down on the sand. The water was especially rough today because of the rain brewing and the wind churning it. Jungkook's arm was around my shoulder, keeping close for our warmth. No one was around, which I felt nice about so we could have our privacy without anyone interrupting.

We found ourselves a picnic table looking out at the water. The water was a grayish color, sea foam covering the shoreline in huge bubbles. I pulled out warm food out of the bag, handing Jungkook his. Thankfully the food hadn't blown over yet from the wind, but I wasn't taking any chances.

"You encountering any memories yet?" I said teasingly, swallowing a bite of my food. It tasted amazing, and warmed me up as well, which I was thankful for. My warm tea also helped along with that, seeming to scorch my esophagus.

Jungkook shook his head with a smile on his face. "Are you mocking me? I'm getting a feeling you are." His eyes seemed to sparkle in a humorous way. I found it quite cute.

"Maybe," I said. I leaned my head against his shoulder, looking out over the sea. I could see bigger waves over the horizon. "Thank you for taking me out here. I know you're trying to make me feel better."

"Is it working at least?"

I gave a small hum, indicating I was thinking for moment. I felt a grin spreading across my face. "Well, the food it great, so that gets an A. But it's also chilly, so that gets a C. But it's the effort that counts, and you get an A for that. I'm grading you a B to a B plus."

He laughed a bit. "Is there points for romance."

"Depending on whether you kiss me, you get a B minus on that. You did show signs of romance, but not enough to give you much of a good grade."

"Maybe later on I can make up for that."

My cheeks lit up a bright red, my throat closing in a little bit. I gave a nervous laugh, sitting up and punching him in the arm. "Shut up."

We ate the rest of our food, dumping the wrappers and such in a trash can near us. We started walking along the boardwalk, getting lost in our own little world. I totally forgot about the day, only focused on what was in front of me. I wished for it all to never end, for none of it to disappear. I didn't want to go back to work. I realized I made a fool of myself in front of all my colleagues. I didn't want to face them. I knew I would be judged.

"Have you talked to your mother recently?" Jungkook asked, giving my hand a squeeze, our fingers laced together. His hand felt warm, heating mine up. What had I'd been so worried about our wedding day?

"She called me after work yesterday," I said quietly, flipping my hood up from my sweatshirt. My ears were starting to get cold. "She wanted to see how I was doing with being a newlywed and such."

"And...?"

"And what?"

He raised an eyebrow at me. "How did talking to her go? I know you're not a fan of her right now. Is there any tension, or is everything smooth for now?"

I sighed a bit, sucking in the salty air after it. My sinuses were clear now. "I could feel some tension with myself, but that was about it. I don't think she noticed my 'stiffness.' I think I'm just paranoid about myself."

Jungkook nodded. His thumb circled around one of my knuckles while he stared ahead of us. "Like you said, you're probably just paranoid about yourself. She probably doesn't realize how much this has affected you. You, besides me, are the only one that notices how touchy you are about the subject."

"Probably," I shrugged. I wished my mother realized how much I have been impacted, for better or worse. My father usually followed my mother with these types of things. I knew my mother and Jungkook's mom was the main operators for the arranged marriage. There wasn't much left to do about it except live my life.

Suddenly, a raindrop hit my shoulder. I jumped a bit, looking to where it had hit. It was a big one. Another one hit the top of my hood. I looked at Jungkook, and he looked just as startled as me. I laughed a bit, a few more raindrops hitting me.

Before long, it started pouring down on us. With the mix of the cold and rain, it was going to be bone chilling. We were a distance away from the car, so when the rain started hitting the boardwalk steadily, Jungkook and I started running, both of us laughing. Jungkook was faster than me, so he was slightly pulled me along as I kept stumbling, catching myself each time.

When we got to the car, we were both soaked. There wasn't much reason to be running anymore, but Jungkook pulled me to the passenger's side of the car, pressing me against it. His lips crashed into mine, them tasting like rain. I was surprised for a second before kissing back.

His lips moved with mine, my arms wrapping around his neck. The cold nipped at us, the wind blowing through my hair, catching between our lips. I laughed a bit, pulling away to part my hair to the side so it wouldn't blow in our faces.

He was out of breath when he said, "How can you be so beautiful?" Raindrops fell from his hair onto my face, his forehead pressed against mine.

"I'm not that pretty," I said quietly, one of my hands slowly running through his hair. It was cold, the water running between my fingers. Raindrops ran down my face like a waterfall, tracing across my lips.

"Don't ever say that," he said, one of his hands landing between my shoulder blades. I felt his fingers tracing over the rose he gave me. I shuddered at the thought. "You're so beautiful. Don't ever think you're not."

A shaky breath came from my mouth. I pressed my forehead harder against his. "You're just saying this because you're my husband and best friend."

"Don't say that to me," he slightly growled. "You're too beautiful to pass up. Y/N, I've loved you ever since I could remember. Through elementary, middle, and high school. You've always been my main priority. I said to myself I would never let you go. Can't you see this is fate at it's best?"

I fell silent for a few seconds, only the sounds of waves and rain in around us. He's always felt this way? How had I not noticed? Now I just felt like an idiot. "I guess it is fate..."

He pulled his head away, placing a small kiss on the tip of my nose softly. "Now, I would like to get a higher grade in romance for the day, and we need to get dry. Let's go home."

Even though I was still in shock, I smiled a little. "Alright. You did just raise your grade a bit by kissing me in the rain."

He opened the door for me, motioning for me to get in. "Gotta get an A plus, right? Come on. Let's get you home, so you can warm up."

I slipped into the car, Jungkook shutting the door behind me. I still couldn't shake the thought out of my head that he'd felt this way for all these years. Why did he never tell me? Was he afraid he would be rejected? Or was it because of . . . the roses stuff? Maybe he didn't want to scare me with that. I was still scared of it. Thankfully he hadn't done it in a few days. That was the only time he did it. I felt like that wasn't going to be the last of the roses.