Moon's Pov:

"Once I meet that bastard father of yours to ask for your hand in marriage, then I'll—oh, he doesn't need to be asked for your hand, does he?" His voice was filled with sarcasm.

"Jungkook," I scolded him, but my cheeks turned red. "I don't even know him," I said, shaking my head in disbelief. "I've never seen or heard from him. How can all this be true?"

Jungkook stood up abruptly, his hands still gripping my knees as he looked down at me. Then he walked towards the door, pausing to turn back towards me. "If you need any help, just call me. I'm just in the next room, and I'll bring food in thirty."

"Once I meet that bastard father of yours to ask for your hand in marriage, then I'll—oh, he doesn't need to be asked for your hand, does he?" His voice was filled with sarcasm.

"Jungkook," I scolded him, but my cheeks turned red. "I don't even know him," I said, shaking my head in disbelief. "I've never seen or heard from him. How can all this be true?"

Jungkook stood up abruptly, his hands still gripping my knees as he looked down at me. Then he walked towards the door, pausing to turn back towards me. "If you need any help, just call me. I'm just in the next room, and I'll bring food in thirty."

Alone in the room, I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside me. The bed beneath me was surprisingly comfortable, the blankets enveloping me in a cocoon of warmth that felt almost too inviting. I knew I shouldn't, but the temptation to crawl back under and hide from the world was overwhelming. But Jungkook's parting words—his promise to bring food in thirty minutes—forced me to sit up and attempt to pull myself together.

Gingerly, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the pain in my shoulder shooting through me like a bolt of lightning. Wincing, I used my good arm to steady myself and took in my surroundings. The furniture was old but well-maintained, with a gentle patina that spoke of a history I wasn't a part of. The floor was wooden, with a single-throw rug that looked like it had seen better days. There was a dresser and a chair, both in the same shade of dark brown as the bed frame.

I pushed myself to my feet, the room spinning slightly from the sudden movement. My legs felt weak, the injuries from jumping off the train platform and then from the second-floor window making every step painful. I remembered the cold night, the way my body had hit the ground with a sickening thud, the concrete unforgiving beneath me.

My head throbbed, a reminder of the heavy blood loss and the crack in my skull. I touched the bandage on my head gingerly, feeling the rough texture under my fingertips. My shoulder was another source of agony, the crack in the bone making it almost impossible to move without sharp pain radiating through my entire arm. My legs, sprained and bruised, struggled to support my weight, and each step felt like a battle.

I slowly walked towards the vanity table, my eyes catching sight of the mirror. I stood there, looking at my reflection. I looked pale and sickly, my cheekbones more pronounced than ever. I looked like a ghost, a walking vampire with numerous purple bruises on my body. My eyes were dull, reflecting the weariness and chaos swirling inside me.

Tears welled up in my eyes again, but I quickly wiped them away. I couldn't afford to break down now. I needed to stay strong. With a deep breath, I turned away from the mirror, trying to gather my strength.

But I felt like I was a lamb to the slaughter.

The door creaked open, and Jungkook stepped in, a tray of food in his hands. His eyes searched my face, looking for signs of distress. "Are you okay?" he asked.

I didn't reply. I just slowly made my way towards the bed, the pain in my legs growing more intense with each step. Every movement sent sharp pangs through my body, but I refused to show weakness in front of him.

Jungkook watched me silently as I struggled. He quickly rushed towards me, one hand holding the tray, the other grabbing my arm to help me sit on the bed. I groaned at the sudden movement of my body. When I sat down, he scolded, "You shouldn't move that much. If you need any help, you could have called me. Have you used the washroom?"

Ignoring his words, I glanced at the tray he held, my stomach churning with hunger. The food looked so inviting—chicken soup and a plate of congee. I was so hungry.

He sighed at my silence and put the tray down, pushing it towards me. I tried to grab the spoon, but I couldn't move my arms properly because of the blood clotting. I winced. "I can't move my arm fuck—" I immediately bit my tongue, remembering the punishment I received from him for swearing days ago. I gulped, looking at him nervously. His eyebrow twitched slightly.

"Let me feed you, love," he said gently.

I hesitated but nodded, feeling too weak to argue. Jungkook picked up the spoon and gently blew on the hot soup before bringing it to my lips.

"You're too stubborn for your own good," Jungkook muttered as he continued to feed me. "You need to let me take care of you."

Jungkook's POV:

Her face turned red as I put the tray away, the plates completely empty. She hadn't eaten for two days, so I wasn't surprised. "Anything you want, love?" I asked gently, wincing at the memory of snapping at her. I deserved to be yelled at by her.

She hesitated. "Um, do you... have any maids or something?" she stuttered.

I looked at her in confusion. "No, we don't. It's just you and me," I said.

"You made the food?" she asked, surprised. I shook my head. "I ordered it from across the street."

"Why do you need a maid?" I asked.

"Actually, I... need to... use the washroom," she said, her face turning red. I nodded. "Okay, let's go," but she snapped, eyes wide and ears red too.

"What! You will take me?" she exclaimed.

I chuckled softly, trying to ease her embarrassment. "Yes, Moon. You can't walk properly on your own, remember?" I reached out to help her stand, but she recoiled slightly, her face still flushed.

"It's okay," I said softly, "I won't look," I added playfully.

"Promise?" she asked. I nodded, repeating my assurance. She nodded back, and I carefully lifted her in bridal style, being gentle with her shoulder. Slowly, we walked into the bathroom. I helped her stand near the toilet, then turned my back.

I heard her wince, thinking she might have hurt herself. "J-Jungkook," she whimpered, "c-can you pull down my joggers? my hand hurts too much, They're tight, even my panties... I really need to Pee."

I turned back to face her, nodding. "Okay, I'll close my eyes then," I said to ease the awkward situation. "Yes," she agreed softly.

My hands moved slowly to her slender waist. As I pulled down her joggers, I was completely clueless. "Is this okay?" I asked quietly, unsure of myself.

She let out an exasperated sigh. "No, you need to pull down my panties too," she scolded.

"Oh," I replied. Slowly, I pulled down her panties, trying to be as careful and respectful as possible.

"Is that better?" I asked quietly, still unsure if I was doing it right.

"Yes," she murmured, relief evident in her voice. "Thank you, Jungkook."

As she took care of her business, I turned away to give her privacy. Suddenly, I heard her groaning again. "I can't fuc... flush," she said, her voice tinged with frustration and near tears.

"Huh, I'll do it. You stand up," I offered, trying to be helpful.

"I can't pull it up," she sighed.

"Pull up what?" I asked, confused.

"My panty and jogger, damn it, Jungkook!" she burst her voice in frustration."Okay, I'll do it too," I said, starting to turn around. Suddenly, I heard her scream, "Close your fucking eyes!"

Startled, I quickly shut my eyes, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. "Sorry!" I apologized, realizing my mistake.

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