BOYFRIEND BY CONTRACT #1 (RE-EDITING!)

T H I R T E E N

"Don't touch her." Yoongi snarled before grabbing Jae by the colar and pushing him against the wall. "Mind your own business and go back to your girlfriend prick." Jae answered back. A playful smirk playing on his lips.

"Bastard." Yoongi muttered and punched his jaw earning a groan from him. He started landing solid punches into Jae's gut and all I could do was stare at both of them completely frozen.

"Stop!" Yoona screamed while she tried pushing Yoongi but with no avail. Jae eventually escaped from Yoongi's punches and lunged towards him punching his gut over and over again.

I finally found my strength and ran up to both of them. "Jae please stop." I said in a pleading tone while grabbing his arm. He turned around to look at me and his face was filled with bruises from Yoongi's punches.

He tries to say my name, his cracked lips failing at the first syllable. "Don't say a thing." I swallow the lump in my throat and drag him back home.

"I'm fine." He finally says after I motion him to sit on the couch and grab some cream to apply on his bruises. "Don't lie to me." I scoffed, grabbing a clean damp cloth and cleaned the cut above his upper lip.

I gently rubbed a mouthful of cream on his cuts and he winced in pain. "Sorry." I mouthed and gave him a weak smile to which he smiled back. "You hurt my boyfriend you prick." Yoona yelled at Jae after she helped Yoongi sit on the other couch.

"I think you two should go home." Yoongi finally spoke making me stare at him with furrowed brows. "I'm not leaving you here." She whined and grabbed his hand but he pulled it away.

"Make sure you take him with you." He gave a glance at Jae and crossed his arms. His expression dead serious. Yoona gave a small nod and left with Jae.

"What the hell were you thinking?" My voice rose after I heard the front door close. I got up from the couch and stared at him with an angry expression. "You're crazy." I sighed and he just stared at me completely silent.

"Fine. I'm going to bed." I said in a low tone completely weary of trying to figure out the reason behind his actions. "You're not taking care of me?" He said in a raspy voice and grabbed my hand. Suddenly his shirt was pulled over his head and purple welts were scattered across his abdomen.

My heart clenched at the thought of him bearing the pain alone. I sat down beside him and quietly applied some cream over his bruises. His skin shivering under my touch as my hand came in contact with his warm chest.

My lips were pressed in a firm line as I tried my best not to look at him. I gave up and suddenly stared back at him. His eyes were completely different in a moment like this. His gaze was soft and caring.

I tried looking away but I was too distracted by his stare to even notice him resting his hand on my back and pulling me close until there was no space left between us.

I felt the beating of his heart against my chest and immediately woke up from the trance I was in. My hands landed on his chest and I tried pushing him away but he only applied more pressure to our bodies.

Warmth spread throughout my entire body as his hold became firm and I was pretty sure my whole face was red. "Yoongi.." My voice came out in a whisper and he grabbed my chin making me face him.

"Do you like him?" His gaze locked with mine and for the first time he looked vulnerable. His hands slide around my waist and he keeps me in place.

I can feel his lean body pressed up against me and my heart beating even faster. My breath became shaky as I looked at him for the second time that night.

"Answer me." His voice low as he leans in to caress my cheek, slow and gentle. I can feel his hot breath against the side of my face and then the tender brush of his lips on my skin.

He cups my face in his hands and carefully waits for my reaction. I remain frozen in place and he smiles. "You should go to bed." He mutters before letting me go.

I go upstairs without another word and sit on the bed. My mind is clouded and my heart is still beating fast from the previous events.

For the first time I was able to see his vulnerable state and see him being careful with his words. I expected him to start yelling at me but instead he looked at me in a caring way and spoke ever so softly.

Almost as if he wanted me to give the answer he was waiting for. Could it be that... he was jealous?