Yoongi dragged him to your room and settled him on the bed. You asked if Jungkook was injured or anything, but Yoongi just said that he drank soo much and passed out. With that said, he left. Min Yoongi isn't a person who talks much, his conversations are confined to a few words only.

Are all his friends like this? Limited talk? But why did he drink so much, were they celebrating something?

You heard your husband mumbling something, wondering if he needed anything, you went closer. He's still in his work attire. You slowly took his shoes and socks off his feet.

You tried to lift his torso to remove his blazer and tie from around his neck. He didn't budge at all, jeez, he is so heavy!

But you still managed to get his blazer and tie out, you didn't remove his shirt but just undid a few buttons. No matter how tempting his chest looked, you held on to your morals of not seeing someone naked without their permission.

He is still mumbling something, so you sat next to him and moved a few strands of hair off his forehead, there is a frown on his face, eyes closed but the eyeballs inside are moving.

Is he dreaming? Is it a nightmare?

Tears are flowing out of his closed eyes, and panic engulfed you, "Jungkook! Jungkook!", you slowly shook his arm.

He held onto your wrist suddenly, frown deepening, "Don't leave, please."

"I'm here, Jungkook, you are fine", you held his hand closer to your chest, while gently stroking his forehead.

"Don't leave me", he shifted to your side and hugged your waist. You can feel his tears on your skin.

The sight pained you, never have you ever thought Jeon Jungkook is in pain due to something/ someone. Who is he implying to not leave him? Who left him?

You waited for some time until the sobs turned into soft snores. He's asleep hugging your waist. The thoughts about Jungkook's pain kept you awake for a long time until you fell asleep.

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My soft pillows smell of vanilla and peppermint, I snuggled close to the soft thing refusing to wake up from my deep slumber with a pounding headache. I tightened my arm against the soft pillow only to catch some hair. Hair?

I shut my eyes open and realized I was sleeping on Y/n's chest, her arm is on mine. Slowly removing her arm, I inched away from her. I was in yesterday's clothes reeking of alcohol. While Y/n is vanilla and peppermint.

Her breathy snores, her parted lips and long lashes... never have I examined her face so closely. She looks so peaceful while sleeping, but while awake, she's a little brat who always defies and bosses me around.

The smell of alcohol made me nauseous, so I quickly hopped in the shower without making any noises, unlike yesterday.

Miss Min already made hangover soup for me, I wondered how she knows what I wanted, always! She is more like a mother to me...than my mother ever was.

"Do you want me to serve the breakfast, Kookie? Where is your wife?", I can understand the little teasing in her voice.

"I'll have breakfast with Y/n, she's still asleep."

Miss Min smiled and left. She likes Y/n, I know it by her behaviour. Everyone would like Y/n, she's a sweet girl but for me... She's my responsibility. Nothing more coz this is a marriage of convenience, no hard feelings involved.

It is the least decent behaviour I could put up, having meals together, while we are in the same house.

I remember how she comforted me last night and held me close to her.

I remember everything. How and why I got drunk. Alcohol couldn't subside my anger and pain. Nothing will. Ever.

My cold heart has numbed a long time ago, nothing feels warm anymore.

I never wanted to get married in the first place. I don't trust a woman in life, anymore. But Y/n is different.

Her smile.

Her selflessness.

Her aura. Everything is so different from other women.

I'm afraid to get attached to her. I can't let anyone close to me, yet I had to marry her, for the sake of the agreement.

I'm not ready to full my darkness into Y/n's bright life. I'm not the man for her because my soul will always remain dark. No feelings. .

She cared for me, she deserved much more, she will leave me once she finds out why I married her.

Now that she's my wife and Jin Hyung's sister, I have to treat her with respect. I think being more friendly isn't necessary. Just being nice is enough.

I jumped into the pool to soak in the sun for a bit to get my mind off the thoughts. The weather is warm and the water is cold. Perfect combination.

After a while, I felt Y/n's presence on the lawn, her vanilla scent fills in her every room she walks in.

She's here, not uttering a word. She'd probably be checking me out. Shirtless.

I'll let her for a while, coz I don't want to steal her eye candy...

I swam laps across the pool, ignoring her presence and after good ten minutes, I got out of the pool.

Y/n is sitting on the sun bed, her cheeks pink, eyes trailing my abs, chest, and then my eyes.

She briefly looked away when her eyes met mine. Her face flushed. Didn't know I had that effect on her.

But I'm not the man for you.

"Let's have breakfast, come soon", she rushed back into the house.

Y/n is serving breakfast and I took my seat. I hoped she didn't bring up the conversation about last night.

But her calls and messages said she was worried about me. She would definitely want to know the reason for me showing up drunk.

"Are you okay?"

I shot up a glare at her.

"I mean last night..."

I didn't let her finish, "We had a small celebration and I just went a bit overboard."

She seemed like she wanted to ask more, but she let it slide and ate in silence.

This is the best for us, not to get more involved in each other's life.

Because Y/n is an angel with shining light, while I'm a demon with the darkest soul. I don't want to fill darkness in her bright life, it'd be better to put up some walls.