His Sinful Obsession ✔️

2

K I M N A M J O O N

I stared at Y/N as the maids washed her face and once they were done, I sent them out to fetch some comfortable clothes Y/N could change into.

I did not allow the maids to look at Y/N's body underneath the blanket because I wanted to be the first one to see what she'd gone through.

I didn't want to be lied to and I didn't want the actual truth of her condition to be kept from me, so I took the neatly folded clothes handed to me and the closed the door to my bedroom shut.

Outside, I could hear the excited whispers and breathy giggles of the maids but I was too occupied to find out the reason.

With steady, quick steps I approached the still unconscious Y/N and hooked my fingers into the blanket, pulling it away from her body. What I saw made my eyes burn with unreasonable anger and blatant hurt.

Underneath the blanket, her milky white skin was decorated with dark bruises, blood drying and crumbling off her tattered dress. The dress must have been beautiful once. I smiled. Y/N always had a thing for beautiful things, probably why she would have chosen the dress initially but all that was left of the once beautiful dress was a grey worn out silhouette, the cloth barely covering her petite figure.

The hem of the dress looked as if it had either been ripped or slashed with a knife and sure enough, two sharp slashes shone on both of her knees as a proof to my assumption.

I swallowed, pure anger surging through my veins as I saw the battered condition her body was in. Her wrists and ankles held red marks of confinement and her ribs poked out of the thin material of the dress.

Who dared to hurt my love?

There was only one question in my head as I gently moved Y/N's unconscious body, unzipping the dress which immediately fell to her waist as if it couldn't withhold any longer. Diverting my gaze, gritting my teeth and steeling my resolve to not look at her vulnerable naked body, I slid the dress down her hips and picked her up.

If it was her exhaustion keeping her unconscious, a hot bath was sure to help her heal a little and maybe even wake her up.
Lowering her into the tub, I called for the maids once again.

"Be so gentle that she doesn't feel a thing." I commanded as they bowed obediently and began to gently massage her body to get all the dust and grime off.

"Forgive me, boss b-but are you going to keep s-standing here?" A maid asked, her voice trembling. "The lady here-," She looked towards Y/N. "-we need to clean her private-"

I gulped. Well, this was awkward.

"Of course, I'll be standing here." I kept my voice from giving away my feelings. "I can turn around when you need me to but I will not be going anywhere until I've gotten her safely tucked in the bed."

Yuna, the oldest of all the maids glanced my way, a small smile playing on her lips, her eyes crinkling. Yuna was Wildfox's elder sister and the head housekeeper of my villa. I could not trust Y/N with anyone other than her but that also meant, having known me for as long as I could remember, she could easily decipher what I was thinking.

"Why don't we leave the job of dressing up this beauty to you, Namjoon-ah?" She whispered as the other maids continued washing Y/N's body.

I tried hard not to lose my composure as Yuna and her subordinates stood up and left after doing their job, with Yuna passing a knowing smile in my direction as she handed me a big fluffy towel on her way out.

"I'm sure you'll manage the rest." She smiled warmly yet a trace of mischief lingered in her smile and I heaved a sigh of relief once she was gone.

Keeping a stony face, I gently hauled Y/N out of the tub and ignoring the water seeping into my suit, I wrapped her in the towel as fast as I could and carried her to the bed.