Devil Contract ✓

45

❝Lifeless Talk❞
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IT WAS NIGHT ALREADY, I COULDN'T SLEEP ANYMORE. Every thought ended up with the one 'divorce'. It was a thought I never wanted to think of, the thought of divorce was swamped from my head when I was with him. Firstly, I was counting days for this contract to end, now, I'm counting my last days with him.

I don't expect him to change, I don't want him to change, but I want him to move on from Seran. The deads don't raise from death no matter what. She knew what he must be going through, or atleast had an idea about it. She lost her mother, the love of her life but she never came back, not when she was suffering, not when her husband was dying, because she was dead. So now, no matter what guilt he holds, Seran would never ever come back from death for him, she just won't.

I flinched slightly when I heard a knock on the door, and quickly turned the other way, pretending to sleep. The last time I tries this, I failed terribly, but I still did. "Haerin." Jungkook called out to me, I could feel his tired voice, but decided to ignore it.

The door opened, he came in. I felt tensed when he closed the door behind him, it was totally dark in the room, his heavy footsteps approached me, and I felt him hold my hand, he crouched in front of my 'pretending to sleep' form, I could feel his face nearing mine. I felt my embarrassment erept, he chuckled. "You're terrible at pretending." I opened my right eye to see him smiling a little, but what actually caught my eyes were his, his eyes were bloodshot, I sat up, "What happened to your eyes?" I asked.

He just stared at me, crouching on the floor, smile gone and tears in his eyes. He sobbed, "Can I...just for tonight, be your actual husband?" He asked. I was taken aback from his sudden question. I pressed my lips in a thin line. "What do you mean?" I asked, he held my hand again, looking at the ring, "Can't I stay with you? I'm lonely, sad, alone, I feel anxiety, and I'm tired—" I pulled him in a hug, shutting my eyes. I couldn't see him in so much pain, I just couldn't.

"O-okay, just for tonight." I said, pulling him up, his body seemed tired, and he almost fell on me, he could see he was way too tired. He actually hugged me back, and so tightly I couldn't breathe. I pulled the sheets over him, even for now, for once, if I could make him comfortable, I was ready to do so.

He closed his eyes while laying next to me, I patted his back, "Why are your eyes so red?" I asked him, he smiled just lightly at me, his hands moving to remove the strands of my hair off of my face. "I was crying. I felt miserable. I'm afraid of losing you too." He muttered, I stayed quiet, knowing I was the reason why he was so miserable and sad. I felt sad knowing he cried so much just for someone like me.

"You don't have to cry for me." I said quietly, he just stared at me, eyes drooping. "I want to. I want to cry for you, I want to laugh for you, smile for you, hug you, hold you, kiss you. I don't want you to go; yet you're leaving, so I can't but cry, because it makes me feel good. But it made me realise, I don't deserve everything in the world, especially you."

"That's what I thought when I saw you, when I married you." I said. "I felt like you deserved better than me, you worked so hard to build your life, work and you're just getting a poor, ugly girl as your wife, I thought your life was cruel—" He pressed his forehead against mine. "I don't care." I felt my breath hitch, "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, you are beautiful than anyone in my eyes, even Seran. I've realised she would never come back, and that's why I'm ready to forget her. I'm ready to move on and start a new life. I want you to be in it. But you...you're just not there." He mumbled.

"I don't care if you're poor, don't match this stupid society or my damned family's standards, they are b*llshit. I love you, and that's what matters to me, I don't care if giving you my time would drop our profits. I don't if I get on the streets, lose all my money or any f*cking thing. I..I just want to be with you, just you and me." His lips were near mine, and I could feel them brush against mine.

"Don't. Don't lose your money, don't focus on me if it drops your profit. And if you want to change, I'm with you. I've got four days, I'll spent them with you, I'll help you all I can and maybe..just maybe, I won't have to leave you." His breath came uneven when I said that, and he nodded. "Do you love me like I do?" He asked, "I don't know." I told him truthfully.

"You make me." His eyes met mine again, and I could see the astonishment in them. "You make me either love you, or hate you?" I said, trying to force out a smile for him, and I did, I succeeded.

He held my cheeks, smiling lightly, and kissed me, I wrapped my hands around him, closing my eyes. I couldn't tell if he was crying, but he was happy, just a little. Still knowing he doesn't deserves me, he still couldn't contain his happiness.

I felt myaelf climbing over him, and rested my head on his chest, I smiled, feeling relieved.

Maybe this won't end bad.