Devil Contract ✓

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❝Us❞
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I SIGHED, A DISTANCE BETWEEN me and Jungkook as we walked. He shoved his hands in his pockets, flaring his nostrils. "Thanks." I muttered, not finding many words to thank him. He hummed. "You should've punched them." I hummed, "I don't think they'll bother me anymore." He snorted, "Everyone says that."

"You could've reported them to the cops." I nodded, "Will you?" I nodded. "If they come again." I stopped walking when he sneezed. "That wasn't on purpose, right?" I asked, he gave me a confused look, shaking his head. "Are you cold then? I can take you to my home." His eyes widened, "Really? Will you?" I nodded.

He jumped a little closer to me, "Then let's go!" He said, pulling at my sleeve.

I walked to my house with him clinging onto me, that wasn't really necessary of me to take him in, but instead of letting him go without eating and cold, I thought it'll be better to just take him home.

I opened the door, walking in. I noticed the shift of his feet when he looked at my old house, it was an expected reaction from a rich man like him though. "Can I come in?" He grinned, I nodded and he walked in, taking his shoes off.

"Is this your room?" He asked, pointing at the room at the side most corner of the house. I nodded, taking my jacket off. He walked to my room and walked in, looking around the room in awe. It had a weird smell, yet it was calming, as if lots of flowers mixed together.

He noticed that the small space was cleaned to the most it can be done. He sat down on the floor. "You don't have a bed?" He asked, dumbfounded. I almost laughed at how absurd his question was. "No. I don't have money to buy it." I told him.

"You only have one room is the house?" He continued, I placed my jacket at the side of the room and sat in front of him, nodding. I fished the bundle of money out from my pocket and placed in the bag. "Yes. It used to be used by my father, but now that he's in the hospital, I'm using it." I said.

"Then where did you use to sleep?" I pointed at the kitchen, "In the kitchen. It was clean enough to clean. I slept there for like three years." He gulped, I glanced up at him, "Don't feel sorry. I don't need sympathy." I said.

I took out another small bag of money and the paper. "Here." I pushed it towards his lap, he raised his eyebrows, confused. "So, this is how much I've earned so far by boxing and working part time. So, this will be for my bills of ice creams, and restaurants that we went to. I'm giving half, I deserve a discount for being poor though. After I earn more, I'll slowly return all the money I've used while being your fake wi—"

"What are you doing?" He asked, I blinked. "What? You're not giving me discount?" I asked, confused. "What are you trying to do here?" He clenched his jaw. I knitted my brows. "I told you I'm returning the mone—" I flinched when he slammed his hands on the floor. "Y-You.." He sighed.

"I'm trying my hardest to do everything for you, I'm doing everything I can. Can't you see I love you? Do you think I'm here for that f*cking money!?" He yelled, tears in his eyes. My breath hitched, was he so offended because of me returning his money?

He pointed at the money, "I don't need this bloddy s*it. I need you, I want you and I've been saying it ever since!" I gulped when he stepped closer, gripping my shoulders, he hugged, resting his head on my neck, "Don't you love me? Why don't you love me? Why do you think you're my fake wife?" He asked, I stiffened.

"Please..don't leave me, Haerin. I love you." I shook my head. "No—" He sniffed, "I love you, not Seran." Tears blurred my eyes. "No—" He gripped my cheeks, kissing me. I pushed him away, shaking my head with a frown and scooted away from him.

"No Jungkook ,it doesn't works that way, I understand if you're uncomfortable with me giving you the money back, I'll not if you want. But please, keep a distance between us."

Before he could argue further, I interrupted, "I think it's way too late, you can stay for the night." I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room, setting the mattresses down on he floor, "Here. Now goodnight." Without waiting for another reply from him, I left him alone.