Care For Me

23

Y/N's POV

I got up way too early and brought myself to take a hot shower. Not even the rain like water and steam could make me feel better right now but it was worth a try. The traumatic scenes just kept invading my thoughts uncontrollably. Not even thinking about my mate helped at this point. Waking up in his embrace and watching him sleep ever so peacefully should have a heartwarming effect on me but there was nothing left to warm. I felt nothing but draining emptiness.

Wrapping myself up in a fluffy towel, I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself. My cheeks were still puffy, dark circles and reddened eyes made me look sick and my chapped lips along with my paler skin only added to the effect.

I looked as dead as I felt inside. As I let my gaze wander down to my neck, where I still saw the slowly fading hickeys Jungkook made last night, my eyes fell upon the bite mark. It was smaller than I expected and didn't look frightening or brutal at all.

Actually, it was fairly cute. I let my fingers trace the small scars and immediately got goosebumps while my breathing hitched. My hand barely touched my skin and I already let out a faint moan. This was truly incredible.

That was when I tried to think about how we marked each other, the countless sensations and the closure we shared. I was actually scared towards the end because Jungkook didn't want to go any further but thankfully it didn't end up that awkward.

There was just one thing I couldn't quite make sense of. I was fairly sure that I heard those three little words from him before we fell asleep but I was also pretty sure that he didn't say anything. Maybe I was already dreaming at that point...

Jungkook slowly slouched into the bathroom while rubbing his eyes like a child and yawning. He was only wearing his boxers and his hair was an adorable mess. My lips curved to the hint of a smile as I watched him through the mirror until he stood behind me.

His arms wrapped around me and he pecked my temple, all with still half closed eyes. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?", I asked but he shook his head at me and pulled me closer to him. I put my arms over his and flinched from the extreme sparks where we touched.

That was new and unexpected. I genuinely thought they would rather calm down but...I guess they only got more intense. "Are you sure? You don't look like you'd be up right now if it wasn't for me", I pointed out and watched him scrunch his nose.

It almost seemed like he wasn't sure what to tell me because he didn't want to make me feel bad. *No, no... I mean... Well, I guess kind of. You weren't next to me anymore, then I felt your sadness and lastly this...*, he admitted and raised his arm up to his neck.

He carefully touched his own mark and bit his lip to suppress a grunt, while warm shivers ran down my spine. *Oh... I didn't mean to... I was just-*, I wanted to apologize but Jungkook cut me off by kissing my neck, which made me whimper.

*It's okay*, he whispered and I closed my eyes as I let my body lean against his. Although I was still hurt and sad, being with him was unbelievably soothing and almost relieving. We seemed to be even more connected and closer now.

*Will you come back to bed with me?*, Jungkook asked and took slow steps towards the door with me. *Right, you can't sleep without me. I'll be there in just a second*, I replied and got out of his hold to get the clothes I brought with me earlier.

*It's not about that. I just don't want you to catch a cold. Uhm...I'll let you get dressed on your own*, he said and left the room. I couldn't help but slightly chuckle at his behavior and the lightly tinted cheeks he had tried to hide. Cute.

As I pulled one of Jungkook's sweaters over my head, pushed my arms into the oversized sleeves and tugged them up to free my hands, I looked at the small scar on my right wrist. Moving my hand next to my neck, I realized that all of my scars looked like a weird smiley.