Maybe It Was Fate

Chapter Nine

You lock yourself in the bathroom, pressing your back against the door and taking a deep breath before undressing and turning on the shower. You let the hot water cascade down your body, cherishing the feeling. You start scrubbing yourself with your favourite scented body wash, letting the beautiful smell fill your senses. You take your face wash, pouring it onto your fingertips and you close your eyes, starting to wash off your smudged makeup. Suddenly you hear a loud bang. You immediately panic, "Jungkook!" you yell over the sound of the water, unable to open your eyes from the soap on your face.

"Y/N?" You can hear Jungkook's muffled voice from the other side of the door, sounding urgent. "I heard a noise is there someone here?" Your voice echos and you quickly rinse the soap out of your eyes. "No, just me and you. Everything's ok." Jungkook reassures you. You scan the bathroom and sure enough, there is no one in there. You sigh. "Ok," you say back, turning off the water. 

You start to dry off when you realise you didn't bring a pair of pyjamas in the bathroom with you. You roll your eyes and open the bathroom door wrapped in a towel, with your wet hair dripping down your back. You look around your bedroom but Jungkook isn't there. You rummage through your drawers and pull out your favourite light pink satin pyjama set before returning to the bathroom. You notice that your hair straightener is on the floor, when you know you had left it on the side next to the sink. You realise this is probably what made the loud banging noise. You breathe a sigh of relief. You dry your hair and change before coming out of the bathroom again, feeling so much better.

You walk in to the living room and see Jungkook on his phone, you assume he is texting someone. He notices you enter the room and he looks up at you, "hey," you say.

"Hey, how's it going?" He puts his phone away, standing up. "I feel much better now" you admit. You still didn't feel right, but you felt better. "Well, I'm really glad." He gives you a small smile which melts your heart. You liked this side of Jungkook. He was soft, caring, you didn't know he was capable of these emotions. "Did you want to have a shower? I'm sure I could find some clothes that would fit you," you ask Jungkook. "That sounds good, thanks,"

While Jungkook is showering, you dig out an old oversized black shirt and a pair of sweatpants that were 2 sizes too big which you had ordered by accident. You also take this time to tidy up your room, straightening out your bed and throwing some loose items into the wardrobe. Jungkook emerges from the bathroom with nothing but a towel draped over his lower half. You ogle at him. He looks like some kind of deity with this wet hair sticking to his forehead and his toned torso glistening with water droplets. You wanted to jump his bones terribly. You could just melt into the floor from looking at him.

He notices you gawking and smirks, knowing damn well he looked unreal. You snap out of it and hand him the clothes. "I- um - here are some clothes that I think will fit,"

He takes the clothes, your hands brushing. "Thanks," he says, looking straight into your eyes. He closes the door and your heart races. Man, you were so attracted to him. You look through your cupboard for the spare blanket and pillow, putting a fresh plain white pillow case on and folding the blanket up neatly and placing them on the couch. You weren't sure what your plan was but you felt safer having Jungkook in the apartment with you. You were also made aware of the fact that you were wearing pyjamas and no makeup in front of Jungkook. You tried to push any feelings of self-consciousness away, now not being the time to deal with it.

Jungkook comes out of the bathroom moments later, the black shirt and the sweatpants fitting almost perfectly on his body. Even in such simple, plain clothes, he still looked amazing. He could probably wear a bin bag and still look remarkable. "Ah, perfect fit." you say. Jungkook chuckles, "yeah, thanks for that." 

"You can have my bed, and I'll sleep in the other room," you say. Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, "uh, no, I'll take the couch." You both look at each other. "I really don't mind-" Jungkook interrupts you. "Well that settles it. I'll be in the other room if you need me." He starts walking away from you. Before he leaves your bedroom he turns to face you, his face gentle, "goodnight, Y/N."

You smile softly, "goodnight Jungkook. Thank you, for everything." He returns your smile before leaving the room. 

You sigh and turn off the light before crawling into bed. You stare at the ceiling for what seems like forever, the incident being on a loop in your head. The more you were left alone in silence, the more your thoughts were eating you alive. You were really lucky Jungkook was there to save you. You looked over at the clock on your nightstand and it had been 2 hours since you got into bed. You couldn't stop thinking about what that man wanted to do to you, what he could have done to you. The more you thought about it, the more upset you became. You couldn't help it but you started to cry again. You tried to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake up Jungkook. You cried into your pillow, your tears soaking into the material. 

You can hear a banging noise, and you know. He's here, banging on your door. "Let me in so I can finish what I started!" he yells from the other side of the door. Jungkook isn't here. He's gone. "Help!" you scream. "Jungkook where are you?!" You are crying, hard. The man won't stop banging. He manages to kick down the door and you are now face to face with the disgusting man. He grins, walking towards you. You are walking backwards and turn to start running but you can't move. He grabs you by the wrist again and you're forced to look at him. "You're not getting away from me this time." He sneers and you scream.

You let out a yelp which jolts you awake from your horrible nightmare. You sit up, heavy breathing, heart racing. You can feel that your cheeks are wet with fresh tears. Jungkook barges in, his hair unruly and his eyes barely open. "Y/N? What happened?"  You immediately wipe your tears from your face. "It was... it was just a dream." You try to slow your breathing. You can see Jungkook breathe a sigh of relief, running a hand through his tousled hair.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you," you sniffle.

"You don't have to be ok, you know that?" Jungkook walks over to you, sitting on the edge of the bed, his hair sticking out in unusual places. It was strange to see him like this, almost vulnerable, in just black t shirt and sweatpants with his bed hair.

"It was really scary," you admit in a whisper. Jungkook scoots closer to you, his forehead almost touching yours, his hands on either side of your legs. "I will never let anyone touch you like that again, and get away with it. Do you understand?" 

You look down. Jungkook gently puts his finger under your chin, lifting it up so that you're looking at him. "Can you stay in here with me, please?" you ask quietly. 

Jungkook stands up, walking around to the other side of the bed and slides in under the covers next to you. You lay back down, facing each other. "It wasn't real. He will never bother you again. Not while I'm around." Jungkook tells you, his voice low but calm. You shut your eyes, still seeing your attacker's face in front of you. You try to shake him out of your thoughts. You open your eyes again and Jungkook is staring at you. 

Your breathing is uneven, you can't believe Jungkook is in your bed right now. You are inches from his face, you can feel his breath on you. You look down at his lips for a moment, even in the darkness you could see his thickness of his bottom lip. 

The atmosphere is thick, you could have cut it with a knife. "Jungkook," you whisper. "Mmm,"

"Kiss me,"