As the first rays of early morning light broke through the window high over their bed, Jungkook opened his eyes to caress his wife's face with his gaze. In this gentle light, with her eyes closed, her breath soft on his face, her countenance relaxed in slumber, she looked almost...beautiful.
His eyes slid over her smooth skin. Over her plump lips. How had he ever failed to notice how attractive they were? He wanted to taste them. Right now. But he reined in that impulse.
And continued to peruse her countenance. Her nose was straight and narrow. Tiny. But it fit her small face. His eyes traveled upward. Her eyebrows were each almost a straight line. No delicate arch. Yet their boldness seemed to hint at her character. He realized they matched her personality. He smiled as he recalled her fearlessness the first time they'd met.
Then his eyes slid upward to brush back her hair and move gently over it as it fell in a straight curtain down her back. His fingers itched to touch it. Should they? He leaned closer to her.
Her breathing was deep and even. She was soundly asleep. He grinned. He was going to risk it.
He reached out hesitantly and touched one of her long tresses with the tip of his index finger. He felt no shockwave. Her eyes didn't flash at him. Her tongue didn't awaken to berate him. So he slid the pad of that one finger down the length of that gleaming lock. So soft. Even softer than he had imagined.
His hand moved back up to the top of her head. This time he opened his hand and touched her head with all four of his fingers. His hand slid gently down the curve of her head. Truly, his hand only hovered over her hair as it moved tenderly down her sleeping head. Her hair was like the finest silk.
A smile curved his lips. He'd just discovered a feature of hers that completely captivated him. He captured the ends of one long lock between his fingers and drew it up to his cheek. He rubbed the gentle hairs across his skin as his smile faded.
His eyes traveled to her face once more. Would she ever decide she wanted him? Was it even possible that she could grow to love him someday? That she would feel even just a smidgeon of tenderness for him?
It was what his heart craved. What his heart had always longed for. A woman's sweetness. He'd been deprived of his eomma as a tiny lad. Her gentleness was but a distant echo lost among so many memories of his appa's rough treatment of him. And his cruelty to Jungkook's friends.
No one had ever called the things his father had done to him abuse. But Jungkook's heart knew the truth. And he knew that his own short temper was a sad reverberation of his appa's irascibility. He just wasn't sure how to overcome it. And that uncertainty pained him.
He didn't want to hurt Jina. Yet...he had already done so. More than once. He winced as he recalled some of her words to him. He wished he could start over with her. Always lead with gentleness. Make her feel secure in his arms. Be her safe haven. Her hiding place.
But the truth was...he wasn't worthy of her. A girl who had been so abused deserved a better husband than he could be. She deserved someone who had treated her from the very beginning like the treasure she was. Jungkook was still embarrassed about how he'd threatened her with her broomstick. And held her down to force the tea into her throat. He winced now as he recalled it. He was surprised she'd crawled back into this bed with him.
As his eyes devoured her face, an ache erupted from his heart. He missed his eomma. The tender voice of his childhood. The gentle touch upon his forehead. The sweet brush of her kiss upon his cheek. The assurance that he was adored. He hadn't felt adored since she'd died. Would he ever feel so loved again?
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ФанфикDid she not realize that her lips had nearly grazed his? He had noticed. She was a scant centimeter away from him. If he moved his head ever so slightly, his lips would brush hers. He had to admit the temptation was great. Except... ...he had th...
