Forced Marriage {JJK × y/n}

PART WAYS

Before you read this chapter... Let me inform you all that this is two parts combined in one. I didn't have much time to break it down and upload separately. And I am sorry for that🥺.

I hope you all understand. And enjoy this chapter reading!!

Also, one more love story begins in this chapter... Make sure to love them too🤭

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"It's okay… you don't have to love me, y/n. I understand…" he gets cut off by your voice.

"You… Did you visit me?" You questioned, your nails digging in your thigh meat as you closed your eyes while leaning over the wall behind you.

Jungkook couldn't help but feel losing himself more. It's not like he expected you to accept his love… but the way you changed the subject, made him feel more terrible about himself. 

I am sorry…

I'm so sorry… Because of me, you'd gone through so much; 

I don't blame you because I deserve your hate…

He pulls the phone away before letting his controlled sob leave his edges. Gathering himself within a second, he takes a deep breath before answering.

"Yes. I was there for my friend's wedding which I eventually didn't attend. I came to know you are sick… and I couldn't hold myself. How are you doing now?" He explains in one breath and his free hand makes its way to cover his mouth. He didn't want to trouble you more. 

You've already seen much…

 "Thank you, Jungkook. I am…" you couldn't answer his question. You didn't have any words in your mouth. You were losing everything. And especially that ounce of strength you had. 

You are in love with him!

There's no other way around… you are in love with him!

But you knew your boundaries… loving him and actually being in love with him.

Just like he changed… and as said by him that he loves you, you changed too.

He improved as a better man while you changed for the worse…

You weren't the same. Your body wasn't the same. Your heart wasn't the same. Nothing was. 

Even if you love him… the constant fear of being touched won't leave you and what would you even answer Jungkook? What would you say when he'll ask about your fear, anxiety of getting touched?  What would you say when he'll try to hold you, hug you? 

That you weren't the same y/n. That you were touched… you were held without your permission. 

That you can't give him the old y/n he loves! He won't even like seeing you… would he? Your skin which was as bare as the new canvas was now splashed with your own blood, painted by yourself. Your cologne which he used to like is dumped in the sweats and the worst perfume you bought. That man made you hate your cologne… that man made you loathe the only thing which Jungkook loved the most about you.

"I'm sorry, y/n…" he mutters, breaking the long brief of silence which took over the call. You shook your head, shaking the thoughts away from your skull. 

"For?" You ask. You need to know what he was sorry about. You didn't actually want him to apologize at this moment where all you needed was comfort and his soft voice but hearing his apology you couldn't help but ask.