Through Her Eyes ✔

46. BATH

"Do you want me to wash your hair?" He gently offers. "I promise not to look."

"Please." She pleas.

He stands up and gets the bottle of shampoo. His favorite. He concentrates on lathering her hair and massaging her scalp. His eyes trying hard not to stray anywhere else. There is nothing to look at actually, she refused to take off all her clothes. The white shirt she borrowed from Jimin has become translucent on her shoulders. Her body is totally covered with too much bubbles.

He smiles on how adorable she is.

"Do you like it here?" He asks.

"hmmn..." He hears her gentle hum. "The bathtub is nice and huge. The water is a little warm and it smells nice." She mumbles as she adds.

"No... I mean... the penthouse." He clarifies.

"Oh..." She awes, realizing what he meant. "It's okay." Her short reply worries Jungkook. Doesn't she like it here? Is she somehow forced? He really wants to see her eyes to seek the truth, but he promised not to look.

"Don't you like it here? With us?" He bravely asks.

"Honestly...I don't know." She sincerely whispers after a long pause.

"You don't know?" The statement is making him nervous.

"I-It's still not sinking in... the situation... I mean." He nods.

Silence ensues but the awkwardness a while ago dissipates a bit. Only the gashing water is their music.

"I'm sorry." He breaks the silence as he slowly rinses her hair.

She stills and he feels it.

"W-what I've said was unfair. I-I-..." He stutters. He can't believe he's doing it. "I am sincerely sorry." His heartbeat loudens as he feels her shoulders quake. 'Is she crying? Oh...no... no... please don't cry.'

"I-it's okay..." Her voice cracks. It seems that it is hard for her to say the simple sentence. It worries him. He immediately crouches at her side, hands holding firmly on the tub. His heart won't take it if he sees her cry more.

"Please don't ..." Before he could finish the statement. He hears her burst into tiny giggles. Her hands are unable to hold them in.

"I'm sorry..." She says between her silent laugh. "It's just... we are in the bathroom and w-we are having this type of conversation?" Her eyes crescent as she looks through his concerned eyes.

'She finds this funny.' He thought, but he can't laugh. He was serious. He still is.

Realizing his solemn face, she stops. A bit hesitant, she reaches out and holds his shaken hands.

"Kookie..." Her usual nickname is wonderful in her voice. His eyes teary with how he misses the way she calls him. It was maybe a few times, but he likes how his heart jumps with glee whenever he hears it. "If there are anyone else who should say sorry... It should be me." Her eyes morphs into seriousness.

"I yelled at you. I got angry." His voice wavers.

"It was only right. It made me realize." She sheepishly smiles.

"You didn't know." He comments.

"I think I had an inkling of it... but I still denied it." Her eyes downcast, ashamed. Her orbs focusing on the golden glow on his arms.

"How about now?" He really wants to know. His brows raise as he looks at her fingers seemingly wanting to trace the tiger lily on his skin. He then looks at her solemn eyes. He wonders what she is thinking. He really wants to be his Yoongi-hyung at this moment.

"I want to try... From the start." She seriously says still looking at his arm, very much fascinated with the smooth pulsing glow.

'I like that.' He smiles. His heart overwhelmed with so much emotion. "I want to be a proper soulmate Daun-ah. I promise I will be good." He says as he firmly squeezes her hands on his hold.

She nods as she looks through him. Her eyes no longer focusing on any particular. It's as if she is in deep thought as her brows meet. "How to be a proper soulmate?" She whispers the question. It's more like for herself than for him.

'How indeed?' He too doesn't fully know. As the youngest, who had been looking into the struggles of his hyungs, he didn't think much about it. He even considered living as Soulo. How did his cousins do it? Are there processes or does it just come naturally? 'How to be a soulmate and how to be a proper one?' He really had no definite answer for such question. Maybe he has to interrogate his parents about this. The two are practically love birds, still like newlyweds even with the passing of time.

He lifts her chin, caresses her cheeks and gazes fondly into her deep brown eyes, wanting her to focus on him alone.

"Just be with us."

'Let her fully trust us. Don't force this relationship to her.' He can still remember what the second eldest said to them all when their conversation led on planning out the next steps that they could do.

He just honestly wants her to stay with them...and maybe eventually... hopefully... she will love the seven of them.

Forever.