❝ Medicines❞
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JUNGKOOK PARKED THE CAR, TURNING THE engine off, we both sat in silence, he wasn't the cruel man anymore, he was drowning in his own pool of emotions. I stared at my lap, recalling the incident from earlier.

I sighed lightly, taking the seatbelt off as I got off, my heels landing on the cold ground. I turned to see his following me, he was different—and I was aware why.

"Thank you." I said softly, he glanced up, "No need." He mumbled sharply—well, he didn't change that much though—he didn't look up at me again, I quickly grabbed his hand, dragging me with me again. It was becoming something enjoyable, walking while holding his hand, I didn't feel like he was cruel anymore, thought I knew it won't be for long.

He pushed the passcode in, not minding my hand holding his. The maids were long gone, no one was present inside.

The doors closed behind us automatically, I flinched when the lights, including the ones from the chandelier, turned off.

I shifted behind, I was scared of dark, it reminded me of things I didn't want to remember.

"Why is this..?" I asked softly, Jungkook replied plainly, "It's midnight. The lights turn off automatically after midnight." I was amazed by the well functioned house he had.

"Let's go." He mumbled behind me. Now it was his turn to drag me, I could sense that he was getting annoyed, but I was afraid, I couldn't help being scared.

We walked upstairs, he opened the door to his room, the lamps were still on, maybe because he stays awake late, I had to admit: it was amazingly amazing.

He let my hand go, taking his right hand up to loosen his tie as he took it off, throwing it away, followed by his jacket. His hair was a mess, he seemed tired. I watched silently as he sat down on the bed.

I looked around, my eyes searching for a specific thing, I walked to the cupboard, opening it. I remembered bringing a first-aid kit with me when I first came here.

I smiled when I felt the box against my fingers, I tip-toed and reached for it, taking out the small box. I didn't have much things in it, but it will be enough for his little cut.

I walked back to him, seeing him already taking his shirt off, the first few buttons of his shirt were open, he
stopped when he saw the box in my hand, he raised an brows at me.

"No need for that." He glared at me, but that didn't stop me. "Yes it is." I quickly replied, keeping the box on the bed beside him.

He got up, but I kept my hands on each side of his shoulders, pushing him back on the bed. "Can you—for once listen to me?" I asked him, knitting my brows. He stiffened, groaning. "You're so," He paused, rolling his eyes.

I quickly opened the box, taking out a random ointment, checking every necessary information—it could be allergic, right?

I pulled the chair at the end of the room towards him, sitting on it as I applied the medicine at the side of his lip. He didn't flinch at the pain, he didn't even seemed bothered by it. He stared at me, his head tilted lightly.

His eyes slowly dropped, but he fought back the sleep. I noticed that he had a little scar on his cheek, but didn't pay much attention to it. I closed the lid, tossing the medicine back in the box before I got up, placing it back on its spot.

I turned back to see him tossing his shirt on the floor. I stared at his bare back, blankly. "Are you sleeping like that?" I asked him, he stopped for a second, before proceeding in taking his watch off.

He nodded slowly, getting annoyed by my constant talks. Just how did she come to talk this much?—he thought, wishing I'll go back to that quiet girl I was. I stiffened at his words, before walking to the chair.

I placed it back on its place, turning to see him already laying on the bed, he stared at the ceiling, not caring about a thing. I sat on the bed, bending forward to take off my heels.

I turned the lamp off, waiting to see if it bothered him. When he didn't respond, I laid on the bed, far away from him. I pulled the sheets over my body, my body sinking into the bed, my head became light, the pain it had was slowly vanished.

I flinched when I felt his hand going up my waist, he pulled me forward, "The medi—" He cut me off by digging his face in my neck. Great. Now it's all my neck. I sighed, not minding him anymore.

He won't listen to me, so it's totally useless. I could feel his steady breathing against my neck, my skin vibrating when it felt his. He tightened his grip around my waist, his leg hovering over mine.

He roared when my hair splattered all over his, I held my laughter in, gripping the hem of my dress. He used his other hand to move my hair away, resting it on top of my head.

I didn't know why he held me like that when he hated me, when he was annoyed by me, when we had no romantic relationship whatsoever.

It clenched my heart, knowing we'll part ways. I was worried about what will happen to him after I leave, he's still miserable.

I felt his soft snores, my neck vibrating. I closed my eyes tightly when he opened his mouth lightly, my hands moving to remove his face. I turned in his arms, facing him, the medicine I applied on him was smudged all over his chin area.

I moved my hand to wipe it lightly, my eyes softened when I lightly touched his cut, he groaned lightly in his sleep. Surely, it hurt a lot, and he hid it. I watched as he moved, the side of his face digging into the pillow beneath his head.

The bangs on his head fell on his eyes, I used my hand to swipe his hair away from his face, but again, it landed on his face.

I sighed, smiling. He moved again, his hand attempting to move away, but that just made our bodies crush together even more. I winced lightly, my eyed never leaving his face. He was tired, I could see that.

I brought my hand up, lightly running my fingers against his cheek, his skin was so soft. I watched him sleeping quietly, honestly, he was way better when asleep.

He shifted, bringing his face against my collarbone, my skin tickled when his hair brushed against it, but I didn't pay much attention to it. I brought my hands around him, one resting against his head while I used my other one to pat his back.

My hand ran across his head, my eyes closing,

What was even this? What kind of relationship did we even have?

But whatever it was; it felt nice.