I keep glancing at him as we eat dinner.

We sit across each other eating the food he prepared. The food is great, he did it all by himself. But he's not even looked at me once since that mind-blogging scene in our room.

WTH? It's only our third day together but look at the progress of our arranged relationship? Fast forward seems to be the main pace of our story.

I don't know how to talk to him. I'm not one to open up to strangers. Well, he's basically one.

So I finish my meal without uttering a word and get off the dining table to bring my dishes to the sink.

I don't look at him. I don't want to talk to him if he doesn't want to. Besides we're not really at that stage where we can talk, do we?

I decide to wash my dishes just to show him that I respect him. So he better respect me in return.

Then I suddenly feel two arms snaking around my waist, who else is it but him. I jump as he tightens his clasp.

"Get your hands off." I said as I elbow him to keep away from me.

He nuzzles near my ear and whispers in his deep voice, "My wife is too sexy doing the dishes, I can't help myself."

He pulls me closer, his body warming up my behind. Not to mention, his crotch is rubbing on my butt.

I start to feel uneasy. His touch is aggressive again. It makes me think, does he have a split personality?

"You perv, get your hands off me!" I said louder.

But he continues to feel me as his hands go on separate ways, one going up and one going down.

But before he can touch me on dangerous places again, I grab a pitch full of water and throw it behind me, splashing all of it on him, but also wetting a part of my back.

He instantly gets his hands off me in shock as the cold water runs through his skin over his wet clothes. And before he can take his revenge on me, I run upstairs and lock myself in our room.

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I sigh. How can we live peacefully in this house?

He's like a pervert all the time. He's too cunning at school. He's like a jerk when he wants to.

But he's also kind and caring when he needs to.

It makes me want to lose my mind. What game is he playing with me?

I married him. I didn't object to live with him in this house. But he at least has to give me my own space.

Cuz we're not married cuz we love each other. We're only doing this for the sake of our families, that's all.

Can't he even understand what I'm going through? He may have lots of girls falling for him all his life, but look at me, I'm totally different from him.

I'm no one. I'm always alone. I hide my face all the time. I'm at peace with being myself.

I basically don't need anyone.

I look at myself in the mirror. This is me right? This is the real me.

But why do I feel bothered with his word play? That he misses the one he calls ugly.

Is that really me? Am I really the one he calls ugly?

I shake my head. It's not good thinking about things that don't concern me.

So I lay down my bed, our bed I mean, and try to rest the night away.

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In my sleep, something heavy wraps around my waist. I can feel warm air blowing against my nape too. It feels so real that I slowly open my eyes. I'm facing the windows, I'm on the right side of the bed. Then I hear someone murmuring.

I stiffen as I feel a man's arm around my waist and his breath blowing at my nape. Then I realized, just behind me is Jungkook, sleeping soundly, snaking all over me.

Wait, I locked the door right? I did! I checked it well. Does he have a spare key?

Ugh.. now that I think about it, I locked the door too that day I fainted but he still got me to the hospital. WTH? How stupid can I really get?

I try to get his hands off but I can't. I can't even nudge him. How heavy and strong is he really?

I try again but still no success.

Then for the last time, I exert much effort to, he only pulls me even closer to him. Now I can't even move my hands cuz he already held it in his own big ones.

Then he said to me behind my back, "If you move any further I'm really not gonna hold back for you. You're not gonna like what I would do ugly."

I hold my breath cuz I'm really not in a good position to argue.

"Stop feeling nervous and let's just get some sleep. I just want to be close to you."

I don't answer him though. His split personality is acting up again.

"Good night ugly."

I don't squirm anymore but I have my guards up all the time.

I couldn't sleep as he seems like resting soundly.

After an hour, I can hardly keep my eyes from closing anymore and without knowing it, I finally fall asleep.

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I wake up to a smiling Jungkook beside me.

Upon seeing his face, I quickly bolt up the bed and off of it.

"I'm not sleeping on this bed again!" I declared.

"Chill. It's too early in the morning for you." He replied amused of something.

"What are you smirking for? Did you take my picture? Delete everything!"

He's right, I'm feeling frustrated early in the morning and it's not healthy.

He chuckles, "It's all in my head, don't worry. Besides, you looked really cute when asleep ugly."

It makes my heart soft in an instant if not for him calling me ugly.

He gets off the bed and makes his way out of the room in a good mood. He looks refreshing.

But I kick myself again for feeling attracted to him. Hasn't he wronged me enough? Why do I feel like falling for him as each second passes?

Don't fall in love with him!! I scream inside my head and head to the bath.

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To be continued...

- nantokanarusa 02.02.18