"What happened to Jungkook Oppa?" Your nine-year-old self asked your father, "Oh sweetheart, Jungkook Oppa is a bit sick. He will be fine in a few days." Mr. Lee answered, tucking your hair behind your ear, and setting the collar of your school uniform.

"I wanna meet him." You declared as your father nodded before opening the door of Jungkook's room.

The doctor was about to egress the room when you both entered, "Oh, Mr. Lee! Mr. Jeon has a fever, he will be fine. I have placed the medicines over there." The doctor said as you skipped through them, trotting to Jungkook's laying self on the bed.

His eyes were closed as you traced your index finger on his cheeks before poking onto his cheeks which made him open his eyes.

Jungkook smiled at you as you said, "Oppa, get well soon." "Of course, carrot." He whispered, pinching your cheek softly. You giggled as your father looked at you two, twinkling.

"She seemed to be fond of him." The doctor asked as your father nodded.

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The amber gleam penetrated inside the room through the window as you were still in your slumber with your eyebrows wiggling occasionally as if you were having a dream while Jungkook lay beside you when he felt a pang on his shoulder, the strong burning sensation made him awake with a sudden jerk he opened his eyes.

He didn't move at first, scrutinizing his surroundings. He was in his bedroom, the sunlight falling on the front wall, he came to know that it was morning.

His eyes traced around, meeting your figure who had her eyes closed, your hand falling over Jungkook's arm. His eyes traveled to your serene visage, neglecting his pain.

Jungkook took a few satisfactory minutes staring at you but halted at your forehead which had a pale blue bruise. Yesterday's scenarios recurred in his mind.

He forced himself up after retreating your hand back on your lap so he wouldn't butt in your sleep. Trying to suppress his groan when his shoulder stretched, making the wound throb.

"F*ck!" He murmured under his breath, holding his right shoulder with his left hand and resting his back on the headboard. His eyes making excuses to have a glimpse at you but that one bruise on your forehead emphasized his gaze, making him wanna heal it.

He stretched his hand to take a look at it, his fingers trailing over the tresses falling over your face hindering your bruise. He tucked your tresses behind your ear, your eyebrows furrowed just for a jiff then relaxed, he noticed that.

Rubbing the pad of his thumb over your bruise, he retreated his hand thinking, it would hurt furthermore.

Your head wiggled on the headboard, about to fall when he placed his palm under your chin to balance your visage. His heart fluttered watching you in adoration with your lips parted away.

You made him happy, the feeling he had when he is only with you, only you. The endearment he showered was up till you.

Feeling your mellow skin over his palm you nudged closer, feeling cozy and snuggly. His eye went smiley before his lips could even curve into a smile.

Gazing at you with the pure adoration of his umber orbs, he observed your lips pursed together, sensing your breath over his palm as he watched your eyes fluttering by dint of the soft feeling under your chin.

He's fantasizing about you taking over his senses as he didn't let his hand slip away from your chin.

He aimed at your orbs while you did the same, taking a few minutes to come back in materiality, you traced onto his palm which was supporting your chin, and then back once more in his mousy eyes glinting with the radiating sunlight penetrating the window.

Your eyes widened as you immediately retreated yourself, about to hit the headboard but he placed his hand against your head, "Settle down." He whispered gazing at you, he clenched his eyes shut and you realized it was due to his shoulder.

"Is it hurting?" You asked with anxious eyes settling over your visage as you get on your knees over the mattress trying to peer over his broad shoulder.

You discerned the scarlet blood covering his unclad chest, the fresh blood was gushing down his arm and chest.

Watching the sheeny scarlet gore made you agitate and panic while your face showed them all, "It's bleeding!" You declared with your hands trying to reach his shoulder but soon drew them back thinking to inform someone who could do it perfectly.

Your face nighs to him as he examined your state of panic which he read all over your face, lips shaking while words stuck in your throat trying to come out all the way up to your mouth while eyebrows furrowed together as you discerned his percolating shoulder.

The shuddering of your lips, he elongated his arm to place his index finger to cease them from doing so, setting the pain aside, "This happens." He explained that you locked your orbs with him as he added, "Just need to change the dressing." His voice was as calm as a sea to serene your panicked state.

You looked down at his finger, prohibiting you from speaking as he took his hand down, "You... You have gotten hurt before..." The sentence slipped your mouth hearing his explanation while looking at him.

His eyes answered your question as you directed your eyes back to his shoulder before taking off the hand-arm sling.

You heard him cursing as you undid it and also felt his gaze over your visage but you concentrated over his shoulder, the distance was making it difficult to change the dressing so you got down from the bed, his eyes traveling over you.

Separating off the used and gory bandages, you threw them away in the dustbin before pouring the antiseptic on the cotton ball and wiping around the wound, you were trying not to scrutinize over the wound and blame yourself for this but couldn't hold back yourself.

You couldn't hold back your eyes from glistening but blink them away. Dabbing the cotton around his wound as you blew over it, not wanting to hurt him furthermore.

Jungkook saw your shuddering hands but kept quiet. He didn't want to show you that he was in pain because you would blame yourself and your watery eyes were saying it all.

"Carrot!" He called out as you turned a deaf ear to him, you wrapped a fresh pristine bandage around his shoulder, looking down there.

Draping the bandage around his shoulder you cut the fringe with the scissors. You turned around when you felt a grip on your wrist.

The hot water settled on the shore of your eyelid, waiting for a blink so they could gush down as you looked straight to the door, trying to get out of his hold, twisting your hand around, "Turning a blind eye, won't do anything well." He declared, "Just talk out with me, whatever you want."

You slowly turned around looking down, a tear slipped down your cheek landing on the back of his hand. He pulled you close to himself and you couldn't resist yourself from breaking down as you sat on the periphery of the bed before hugging him, "Oppa..." You wept, resting your chin over his left shoulder.

He pulled you nigh, his hand elongated to caress the tresses, "Don't cry, please." He said as you bawled over his undraped shoulder, letting your tears fall.

The tears were of grief, the agony of your father's death, the heartbreak that he killed your boyfriend, and now he was hurt because of you.

"I am sorry. You got hurt because of me." You apologized, stiffening your grip around his torso, "It was all my fault-" "Shh... You are not blameworthy, You don't have to be sorry." He tried to get the burden off your heart.

"I am sorry..." Jungkook felt his shoulder damped under your tears, fondling your head's back. Feeling your heartbeat pace he tried to calm you down.

You coughed getting apart from him as he gazed at your ruddy face and wiped your tears away with the pad of his thumb. Placed your fists over your thighs. You sniffled looking at him as he wiped off the moisture with the back of his hand.

Thinking of the fact that the relationship you share with Jungkook now wasn't the same. He is your husband and you are his wife.

You retreated from him as he blinked, looking away. You broke the awkward silence as the balky atmosphere flew around you two.

"Was he telling the truth?" You asked out of the blue, retreating his hand back as you added, "Was he Neil's brother?" He gazed at your orbs, "Yes." Now, everything was making sense from your father's death till yesterday.

Your father's death was one of the facts which you don't believe that Neil was the one behind it and still, don't but somewhere in your heart you knew Jungkook had a point, it's just your brain not letting you believe Jungkook.

The knock on the door helped you come out of your trance as you stood up as Jungkook allowed the person to enter inside. "How are you?" You heard Namjoon asking sauntering towards Jungkook and you.

"I am fine." Namjoon bowed to you, you made your way out of there while Jungkook's eyes trailed your figure, "Do you need a dressing?" Namjoon asked, scrutinizing the pristine bandage as Jungkook answered, "No need."

"Mrs. Jeon did it?" He asked, making Jungkook look at him, "Why?" Jungkook asked as Namjoon threw another question, "Does she believe you now?" "I don't think so." Jungkook declared.

Namjoon sighed after sucking in his teeth, "I have to show you something important." Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows as Namjoon handed him the tablet with the company stocks going up but the headline caught Jungkook's eyes, "Why did the CEO of Lee corporation leave his reception party in the middle?"

"Are the rumors about being attacked by someone true?" These were the headlines that news reporters were reciting as Jungkook chucked the tablet over the mattress.

"We have to let everyone know that I am fine." Jungkook stated as Namjoon looked at him, befuddled, before saying, "Don't tell me you will be visiting the office in this condition?!"

Jungkook sighed, "I am alright." He stood up from his bed, making his way to the restroom for a shower as Namjoon followed him to the closet, "You can go after a few days?" Namjoon said, sauntering behind Jungkook.

Jungkook slid the door of the bathroom shut on Namjoon's face as Namjoon opened his mouth to speak but closed them before any word left his mouth, "He won't listen. He would take the bull by the horns."

Many scenarios were rushing through your head along with the unanswered questions and some were unspoken. Leaving everything apart, you were feeling relieved that Jungkook was okay so far.

You can't risk it, after getting Jungkook going through this much, "I can't... live without him." These words just flew out of your mouth but they were from your heart.

Your heartbeat accelerated for a bit at the thought he would get injured again but you shook your head, "No, He won't." before gearing up for the day.