I Don't Love You 11 You're Making Me Lose Control.

I sit up straight, shocked with an overwhelming feeling washing over me, my tears rush down my face.

My heart ache to see Jungkook in such pain, I got out of the bed and quickly rush to make sure Jungkook was okay.

He was asleep with sweat and blood on his head, I remember what Mingyu did to me and Jungkook came to help... Jungkook's eyes open, locking in with mine.

"Why did you get up?" Jungkook asks, "Are you okay? What happened? Did Mingyu do this to you? I asked without an answer. "Why did you come? You idiot!" I said, "Now, look at you... You're in so much pain because of me" I cried.

There was still no answer but a small smile form on Jungkook's face, confusing me. "You know how cute you look right now?" Jungkook chuckles softly.

I pout as my eyes scans his face worriedly, my eyes were locked on his lips. I could tell he was punched on the face because of the dried up blood on the right side of his lips.

I trace his lip lightly with the tip of my finger. It pouts slightly, and I have such an urge to bite it, to kiss it, to wrap us up in a quilt and listen to our gentle breathing, watching the cotton ripple like skipping stones and sharing crooked smiles.

His lip feels slightly chapped under my feather light touches but I simply cannot bring myself to give a d.a.m.n.

I gaze so intently at each divot of that lip, as if it could map out ancient seas and college plans and tell me everything I don't know. And I don't want to look up.

Because if I look up, I may find myself at the mercy of questioning eyes, pleading, begging to know what I was doing, and I'm not at liberty to say because I simply do not know. "What is this feeling?" I cannot form an answer with my lips because I am so focused on his.

"Huh?" Jungkook looks at me confused, I snap back into reality and now my attention was on his eyes. They say the eyes are windows, the thing is, I can see through them. I can see his pain and his gentleness just the same.

I see how every emotion comes together to form the art of his soul. It forms a picture I see in an instant and comprehend with full depth.

So, I see him, I do. When I say that his eyes are beautiful, it's the truth, for it's not about colours or shape, it's about the loving sweet essence that is so clearly there.

His eyes never fooled me, everything that I desire is right here. Everything he's been hiding from the world was right here, in front of me.

"Are you okay? Do you want to lay down on the bed?" I asks but Jungkook slowly shook his head and that's when I realized, he has Mysophobia.

How can I not even remember that? It must've been hard for him, "Do you want to go home?" I ask softly. "No… You need to rest here and the doc- ", "No… I want to go home… I don't like the hospital" I said packing my bags.

"But…", "No buts… come on we need to go home and clean you up" I smile softly, slowing getting him off the sofa.

He was big and tall and there is me, not even half his size. I was a little embarra.s.sed cause I was no help honestly; I mean if he leans on me…. I will break.

9:30, that night.

Our butler came to pick us, I went in and held Jungkook in between my small arms. He was so burning as his forehead was on my chest.

My dress was loose and thin so I swear he could feel everything, not missing a single detail. I was burning in embarra.s.sment as he would let out small groans, I don't know if he was dreaming but it was so hot.

And the car bounces, so did Jungkook and me. His head will fall back right on my chest, giving me a hard time to control myself.

His left arm wraps around my waist and suddenly pulls me closer to him, "You're making me lose control. Why didn't you wear your bra?" Jungkook smirks leaving me completely wordless.

"I-I… I forgot..." I managed to get those words out as I could feel his hot breath on my lips, sending chills down my spine. I was going crazy! Every single dirty thought in my head were no help at all.

I really need to get out of his grip or I'll go crazy, "You look so beautiful Yoon Byeol-ah" Jungkook smiles softly, leaning in but as soon as he moved in closer, I pushed him… it was the only way.

We stared at each other in an odd way, as if it were a silent argument. Our glances battled each other, until we finally arrived home.

"Great move there Yoon Byeol-ah" I thought to myself in exaggeration, knowing that the result of this will not be good. Great…. Just great. What do I tell Jungkook now?

9:55 pm, Home

I walked inside with Jungkook slowly and then sigh in relief but that was not the end of the problem, it was just the beginning. Since Jungkook's right hand is injured….

I have to help him do mostly everything cause… he's right handed. That'll include changing and – yeah let's not finish that sentence.

"Yoon Byeol-ah, help me take my shirt off" Jungkook said, my face became red as I slowly unb.u.t.ton his shirt from b.u.t.ton to b.u.t.ton.

I could feel him staring at me but I did not dare look at him because with one look, I'll get lost in his gaze and lose control of myself

But looking down was not so good either because now, his abs were right there. I look away but I felt Jungkook's his fingers gently ran up and down my spine, coaxing shivers out of me.

With my cheeks still blushing hotly, I glanced back up into his captivating eyes. He leaned down, resting his forehead against mine.

I watched breathlessly as his eyes studied mine with silent intensity. His warm breath ghosted across my face. I shut my eyes in antic.i.p.ation.

I stifled a surprised gasp as his soft lips captured mine, causing my body to flush with heat. The heat seemed to travel through my veins, warming me.

Just as I felt a rush of euphoric bliss envelop me, making my heart sing with pure joy, Jungkook drew away. I instantly missed the lovely heat curling within me.

"Yoon Byeol-ah" he whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savour them. I smile, my heart fluttering at his voice as I lean in for another…