Y/N's POV:
I couldn't help but smile when I turned the page and read the next lines of the book to the children around me.
The small boy in my lap, Luke, studied the pages of pictures like they were life itself with is brown eyes.
Him and Lily both were taking a hold on my heart.
Luke was lucky enough to only have burns on his back.
His face was all intact and very handsome for his age of four. His chocolate brown hair was shaggy and in need of a haircut, but it suited him at his age.
I finished reading the two pages, and allowed for Luke to help me turn the pages. When I heard Lily giggle in the background, I looked up to feel my insides freeze in shock.
There was my husband, Jungkook, sitting with the precious Lily sitting on his lap. His piercing brown eyes caught my grey ones and I felt my breathing stop.
My heart started to instantly beat a hundred miles per hour, and I couldn't look away from him.
Something in his eyes, the way he was now looking at me, made hope spark inside my soul. I don't know what it was, but I couldn't help but feel adored...loved.
No. That couldn't be.
Quickly I broke the eye contact and cleared my throat, feeling my cheeks grow hot. I opened my mouth and began to read the last couple lines of the book.
All the children, including Jungkook, listened carefully without a peep as I finished the book.
"And they all lived happily ever after."
Luke looked up at me and smiled. I couldn't help, even with all my insides doing flips, smile back down at him with love. I closed the book and he climbed down off of me and focused on the largest man he probably had ever seen.
Then, Jungkook did something. I looked towards him again, and felt my heart leap.
Jungkook's face held a genuine, real, big... smile.
Oh my god. This couldn't be happening.
The way I wanted to walk over to him, touch him, smile and kiss him on the lips... I couldn't deny it any longer.
I was falling for him.
This was not good.
A nurse, as usual, came in.
"Okay kiddos, time for supper. Say thank you to Mrs. Bee and go get cleaned up."
The kids got up, ran over and threw their little arms around me and others nodded their goodbyes and thanks. I hugged Luke and Lily last, kissing them both on the foreheads before Lily took his hand and pulled him over to stand before Jungkook, who still sat so he wasn't fully towering over them.
"Luke, this is Mr. Kook. A friend." Lily smiled brightly. Jungkook reached out and held his hand in front of the boy. Eyeing him carefully, Luke finally reached out with a smile and shook his hand by his pinky. I couldn't help but laugh lightly at the sight. It was adorable.
"Bye Mr. Kook! Come play with us again soon!" she told him.
"Will do, Princess."
They ran off to their rooms to get ready.
How could such a large, intimidating, feared man be such a tender, soft hearted man?
I stood and so did Jungkook. It was only us in the room now and I swear I my heartbeat was the loudest thing in the room.
"W-What are you doing up here?"
I asked him, walking towards him.
"They discharged me. Squirt told me you were here, and lead me here."
"They discharged you?"
I frowned softly.
"I'm sorry, Jungkook. I meant to be there when they discharged you. I know you wanted to get out of this place as soon as you were able. I didn't think that they were doing that so soon and I had promised the kids-"
"It's fine, Lee." he stopped me, then I watched as he reached out to touch me, but quickly pulled back and ran that hand through his hair instead. He cleared his throat.
"We should probably go though."
I nodded, realizing that he was acting... nervous.
Just like me.
I smacked myself internally. I couldn't do this to myself again. Not now, not ever. It may seem like he liked me, but I thought Namjoon did too and look how that turned out. I couldn't allow myself to be hurt again and put unrealistic hopes in my head.
Even if we did share a few... passionate... kisses..
"Right." I quickly spoke, pushing past him and heading towards the elevator.
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We had made it back to the house in good time and got all of our things settled back in. Jungkook changed into some boxers and a old grey t-shirt. I threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top of my own. It was a bit chillier than usual, as the fall weather was starting to set in. I threw on a pair of my slippers and wrapped a blanket around my shoulders as Jungkook made a bowl of popcorn and we both settled on different ends of the couch.
Of course with how large and tall he was, there wasn't much space between us, as usual. It didn't really bother me too much when we first got married, but now I made myself watch the show and not think about him or how close he was to me.
It didn't work very well.
I shivered under the blanket. I just couldn't seem to get warm, despite the warmth the blanket gave. The movie played on.
"Are you cold?"
Jungkook's booming deep voice spoke over the movie. His tone sounded concerned, which didn't help my growing emotions.
"I'll be okay."
I replied nicely. I could see him frown out of the corner of my eyes. Oh if only I could get that one smile from him again. Then I really would be okay.
"That's not what I asked."
he pushed some more. I sighed and tore my gaze away from the screen to look at his handsome face. I swear, for someone who wasn't at all my type, he was pretty much perfect.
Damn, how did that happen? How did I ever find someone like him, attractive?
I knew it was more than his looks, but even now I was starting to find his large appearance... appealing.
His brown eyes were darker in the dim lighting of the house, only the T.V. giving off a large amount of light.
"Yes, I'm cold. But I'll-"
"I'm warm."
The cut off reply made me chuckle and shake my head.
"Well, good for you, I guess."
He groaned.
"No, that's not what I meant." He sighed then sat up straight.
"What I meant was..." he cleared his throat. Was he.. nervous again?
"I can help warm you up."
My face turned beat red. What was he implying!?
"Jungkook I don't-"
"Damn it!" He growled and sighed once again. His eyes softened and he held open his arm towards me.
"I meant, you can sit next to me and I can give you body heat, since I'm warm."
I couldn't help but smile at his awkward ways. He wasn't lying about not knowing how to act around women, which was cute actually. The thought of being too close to him was a threatening one, but I couldn't help but give into his request. He was trying so hard, I didn't have the heart to tell him no.
I didn't say a word as I slowly moved the blanket and shifted my body so that it rested against his side. His body went stiff, but he carefully eased his arm down around my shoulders, keeping me close. I could hear him swallow hard and I threw the blanket back over my body, and a bit over his.
The heat from his body instantly burned my skin, giving my cold body the warmth it needed. I instantly relaxed against him, despite my warning heart.
"You're freezing."
"You're hot." I blushed after I said the words, but cleared my throat and motioned towards the T.V.
"We are missing the movie."
"Right." he grinned.
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The credits rolled over the screen and I dreaded the moment I would have to tear myself away from Jungkook's large body. I was finally warm and I really was enjoying his touch...
I know I really shouldn't.
I mean, how pathetic was I? Me, falling in love with my boss and being rejected. Then marrying a man I didn't even know, and now here I was falling for my new boss?
I should just run away and become my own boss that way I wouldn't have the temptation to have feelings for the male leads in my life.
"Jungkook, thank you for offering your warmth."
I told him softly, hoping and dreading that he would be the first to pull away. I didn't want to be the one to break the contact, yet I knew I should.
This could be dangerous.
"You still feel a bit cold." he whispered back. His tone held the sound of longing. It was as if he didn't want to break the contact either. I gathered up my strength and turned my face to look at him, startled when his piercing eyes were already focused on me.
How long had he been watching me?
I felt my breathing become harder to complete, and my palms got a bit sweaty.
This was dangerous.
Silence filled the air around us. The only noise came from the credits of the movie we just finished, but even that seemed to become silent.
Oh god.
My body tingled from my toes up, creating a strange sensation that I couldn't describe. His hand came up and gently caressed my cheek, then my jaw... then my lips.
His eyes followed.
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. All I could do was react the way my body wanted to. Turning my body towards him, I found myself bringing my face closer to his. Both of us couldn't speak. Didn't dare to.
Then as if two energies finally exploded, I gave in as Jungkook pressed his lips against my own. I felt my brain melt as his kisses quickly became more hungry and needy within just a few moments. I followed in his steed and pressed my body against him, giving him myself to explore.
He didn't hesitate as his hands ran down my sides and this time he growled as they went down and grabbed my butt. I gasped softly against his lips, causing him to react.
Jungkook's large body moved and towered over my own as I went backwards against the seats of the couch. I laid on my back as Jungkook's body seemed to crush my own.
My head swam, my heart jumped, my body had a million butterflies swarming inside. Oh god only knew how much I wanted him to continue, to have him give himself to me and me to him.
But that nagging fear inside my head came knocking.
Was this real? Was this... right?
The memory of the pain I felt from Namjoon rejecting me came back full force.
I grabbed and stopped Jungkook's hand as it began to trail up my shirt. He quickly froze and pulled back from kissing me, searching for what I was doing.
Tenderness in his eyes about broke me.
Both of us were breathing hard, trying to figure out what was happening. Finally, I spoke.
"Jungkook... we should stop."
He quickly, without hesitation withdrew his hand from my shirt. His body lifted off of mine, but his body still towered over me. I almost wanted to say screw it and just give myself to him, but I knew that if I did, I would be giving my heart over and it would just be a matter of time before he broke it.
I couldn't handle being broken again.
He took a couple deep breaths, his face hardening, but his eyes still revealing the tenderness and.. the hurt? Oh god, I didn't want to cause him pain again!
"Oh Jungkook... I just..."
Tears welled in my eyes.
"If we do this... nothing will ever be the same again..."
I tried saying, but it came out a whisper. He had to understand...
"Of course." he replied, pulling himself off of me completely and lifting himself off of the couch. His voice came out cold and hard.
"Because we sure as hell don't want things to be different between us." he mumbled and began to walk away from me. I quickly sat up and held my chest.
"Where are you going?" Worry laced my voice.
He stopped right before the hallway. His broad shoulders stiff. Without looking at me, he ran his hand through his hair.
"To take a cold shower."
He hesitated then finally looked over his shoulder to look at me.
"You should head to bed and get some rest."
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Jungkook's POV:
Damn. The week and half I had been gone a lot had happened. Not to mention now I had a bunch of land instead of a building. That was going to be a pain in the ass to fix. Luckily Jimin had done perfectly in my absence and kept things running. It felt good to be back and in my comfort zone, since apparently I now was not comfortable with the situation at home.
I was rejected, yet again. This time though, the sting of it all hurt worse than when Jiyeon cheated on me. That, I realized, was more of a pride thing than anything. Yet this time... I really was hurt by Y/N's actions and words.
Hell, I knew she wanted me, just as I had wanted her last night. The way she kissed me and threw herself at me told me so. But for some damn reason she couldn't trust me enough to open up herself to me. At least, that's how I took it. Was I ever going to be good enough for her?
Probably not.
Throwing all that aside I focused on the book before me that had all of the recent accounting numbers stored in it. Jimin pointed towards a total number at the bottom.
"That's the total damages done." he told me.
I sighed. "At least it's fixable." I stated. He nodded and then looked towards the door to make sure it was closed. With that verified, his eyes focused on other matters.
"What is it?" I questioned.
"I have information on the guy who tried to whack you."
I frowned. "Whack?"
"That's right." Jimin frowned as well, an angry glint flashing over his eyes.
"Whack as in the mob. I guess your wife's father did business with the wrong people."
"Apparently." I closed the book and tossed it aside on my desk as I stood beside it. I reached up and rubbed my eyes.
"Dirty Bastards. That's just what I need right now.
"Something else wrong?" Jimin questioned. He could read me too well, and it annoyed me.
"Nothing of any importance." I replied hoping he would drop it. But of course, the damn friend of mine didn't. He crossed his arms and studied me closely before raising a brow.
"Did you and Y/N have a fight again? I groaned and walked towards the large window that overlooked a part of the city. I didn't want to answer.
"So you're walking around with a stick up your ass and decided to give Y/N the day off of work?" he pressed. Damn him!
I turned and tried to glare at him, but it didn't deter him.
"I gave her the day off because she wanted to go read to children at the hospital."
He raised both brows. "Shit."
I frowned at him. "What?"
"You like her... a lot."
"She's a friend." I growled in defiance.
A smirk grew on his face. "A friend my ass. You have feelings for the little woman, don't you?"
As if my life couldn't get more complicated. "It really doesn't matter if I do or not. She, apparently, will never be able to get over Namjoon."
Jimin made a sour face and shook his head. "Whatever gave you that idea?"
"Well, she's only told me a dozen times that she is in love with him and when things got a bit heated last night, she..."
I looked away embarrassed.
"...turned me down."
A look of understanding crossed over Jimin's face. He came over and patted my shoulder.
"Sorry to hear that Jungkook. But trust me, she will get over him. And your arms will be the only ones she will run to."
Bitterness filled my chest like darkness.
"What makes you think so?! Did it ever occur to you that I'm not her type? That she would have never chosen to marry me given the choice!? If I went to her and told her that we could finally get a divorce right now, she would jump at the idea! I don't understand why you keep pressing the idea of us actually being together, when we are just not meant to be!"
Jimin stood there and took all of my yelling and bitterness. His expression softened a bit, but it didn't deter away from what he was standing up for.
"Look, Jungkook. You can stand there and try to bullshit me all you want. I know you better than anyone else."
he stood tall and matched my stance.
"And Y/N is good for you, just like you are good for her. I've never seen you so happy and so angry all the time. What happens between you two means more to you than anything you've ever had with Jiyeon. So sorry for speaking my mind, but I think she turned you down because she is scared. Not because of you."
I didn't want what he said to make sense. Yet, it did, damn it! But one thing kept nagging at me. If I had everything to offer her, then what could she possibly be afraid of?