SINFUL TOUCH || J.JK × Reader ✔

chapter 30 | Apologize

"Can I talk to you?"

"Yes, baby. Tell me what's going on," he turns his head in my direction, leaving the candlelight behind him. I look up into his big but tired eyes, my hands holding his masculine one. "I found something to make money...easily...and fast..."

"And what's that something?" he brushes his long hair back, giving me all his attention as I can feel the apprehension travel through my veins. "Hm?" he strokes the back of my hand with his thumb, asking me again as he noticed I haven't responded.

"It's...I could earn like...four hundred dollars an hour..." I do not give more details in one sentence since I'm pretty sure he will not agree with it. His eyebrows narrow, and the look into his eyes become more interrogative, indecipherable. "That would help you a lot...I would use the money for the house...or to have fun together...I wouldn't do it with fun or love it...but if that could help once we're on the verge of being in the streets—"

"Y/n," he interrupts me and elevates his bust from the bed, not letting go of my hand. "Are you talking about what I think you are?" he stares through my soul with a penetrating look, but I shrug. "I don't know what you're thinking about."

"Having sex with men to earn money," he defines with better words what I avoided to tell. I keep my eyes fixed into his, toying with is fingers but hiding in my pillow. "Some just ask for company...I'd rather do that than see you in the streets, it scares me, Jungkook. I love you, I'll not feel any—"

"Y/n, what the hell are you thinking about right now?" the tone of his voice deepens but makes me shut it. "Do you think I'm going to let that happen? Never in my life, I will give you permission to do this. All right?"

"I can do what I want..." I mutter but press my face in my pillow, and he lies down to get back on his back. "Yes, but not in this case. I know you want to do this in order to earn money only, but I do know that you want to do this only to give me that money afterwards. Do you really believe just for one damn second that I will allow men to ruin your body? To use you as a toy? How can you even think about this?" he stares at me with sternness, but I don't dare to look up again as I can hear in the way he's speaking that he's upset.

"I will not ever let this happen to you. I don't care about what other women think and say about that, I know how it is, I know how disgusting men can be with those girls who sell their bodies, and never in my life, not even once, I will let you get into this type of awful world," he expresses all his refusal, categorically. "I'm telling you, y/n. I am more than serious about this, if I ever get to know you did this behind my back, it's over between us. All right?"

I dart my eyes up into his, realizing that I went too far with my words and should never have let this kind of thought go through my head. "I'm sorry...I won't ever do it...I just thought this might be the last thing I could do to help you..." I snuggle up against him and put my face on the side of his arm, feeling shameful after bringing that up. "I'd rather die than to know you got dragged into this..." his voice leaves in a tone close to a whisper.

I kiss his arm but intertwine our fingers with both of my hands around his. "I'm sorry...I don't know what I was thinking about..." I apologize for being dumb, but he turns to his side to face me and draw me closer to him. "I just care about you, I don't want anyone to hurt you or destroy the girl you are..." he presses a kiss on my head to reassure me, and I put my arms around his body to hug him. "We're going to be okay, I promise you."

I trust him, not caring about anything else but his health and happiness.

— One month later —

Sunday, December 15, 2019.

12 pm.