~Seokjin~

The pain in her eyes was bothering Seokjin. Yumi wasn't her usual self and that was bothering him a lot. He didn't like it.

"You didn't have to," Yumi said, hoarsely.

"I do," Seokjin said, eyes still on the road. "I'm the eldest here. What kind of person would I be if I don't do something when someone's sick?"

Yumi laughed, humourlessly. "I'm not one of the members. You don't need to concern yourself with me."

Seokjin hated that her laugh doesn't have that tinkly ring to it.

"You're a wife," Seokjin muttered, hands tightening on the steering wheel. "That makes you one of us. For now."

~Yumi~

We finally arrived.

As I was unbuckling myself, Seokjin's phone starting ringing. I saw Rijin's name flashed on the screen even though I didn't want to see it.

Seokjin grabbed the phone and then looked at me. "You'll be fine going in alone, right?"

I got irritated at that. "Well, yeah."

"Here."

I glanced at his wallet and then arched an eyebrow.

"Yeah, Rijin?" I heard Seokjin said, still holding the wallet for me. Well, it's not like I have money on me anyways. I had no other choice.

So I snatched the wallet from Seokjin's grasp, trying not to scowl at him. Seokjin was surprised at how hard I tugged at his wallet because he turned to look at me as Rijin began talking.

"I'll clean the whole pharmacy out and empty your wallet," I told him as I opened the door and slipped out. 

"What—hey!" Seokjin's voice was muffled as I slammed the door shut behind me and quickly walked into the pharmacy.

I felt my heart aching a little as I entered the pharmacy, knowing that Seokjin is on the phone with Rijin. Why did she ring him? It's so late right now... or maybe—

I shook my head to clear it. I don't care about what he does. He can sleep around if he wants, it has nothing to do with me.

With that thought in mind, I went on ahead with my shopping.

The whole ride back was somewhat awkward. When I got out, Seokjin and Rijin have already hung up. 

Must be so important if you can't even accompany your wife to buy medicine for her, I thought to myself before mentally slapping myself. So much for not caring. 

Seokjin opened the door to the house and flicked on the lights.

"Close the door," he said without looking at me as he took off his shoes.

When we stepped into the dorm, I saw that the members were nowhere to be seen. Knowing that they were probably tired and asleep, I plan to just take my medicine and then go sleep even though I know I won't be able to sleep for a while.

Thinking that Seokjin is going to go to sleep, he surprised me when I felt his warmth behind me. I quickly turned around and found myself pressed against the kitchen bench with Seokjin's body brushing mine slightly.

He dropped his gaze to me.

I can't deny how fast my heart is racing right now as I look at Seokjin, even if his expression as he looked back at me showed nothing at all.

I wanted to yell at him. I wanted to shove him away from me. I wanted to tell him to go marry Rijin since she's always there. I wanted to slap him for possibly thinking that she's better match for him. But what did I do? 

I move towards him to make a run for it, so fast that I ended up tripping but then Seokjin's hand found the small of my back as he turned us around and pressed me against the table.

I grabbed hold of his shoulders to brace myself in the process, stiffening when I felt the side of Seokjin's face brushing against mine. My heart was thumping so loud that I was afraid he'd hear it, being so close to me.

"Seokjin?" I squeaked when he lifted me onto the table, pushing himself into between my legs.

"You know what, Shortcake?" he said, casually as he leaned against me. "I actually like the feel of you against me."

"Wha—ah!"

Seokjin brushed his knuckles against my lower abdomen, making my eyes widened when I realised that my shirt shifted up. I tried pushing it back down, feeling my cheeks burn at that.

"That was some voice you got there, little wifey."

I glanced up at that and he smirked at my reaction.

I tried to glare at him but failed. Instead, I cleared my throat, "Can you—maybe move? You're in my space and I don't like that."

"You were the one who tripped into me."

"You're the one who was in my space to begin with! The whole thing could have been avoided if you didn't sneak up on me like that," I shot back.

Seokjin bend his head down towards me, his eyes meeting mine. I pushed harder at his shoulders, inching back but he just pressed me against him even more.

"S-stop," I groaned, shaking my head.

Seokjin's eyes locked on mine as he leaned towards me. With one hand, he reached up and traced my jawline with a finger.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" he murmured, his other hand reaching for the end of my shirt, pulling it up slightly. Damn these raging hormones.

Then with his free hand, he reached out and pulled my hair tie away, making my hair tumbled down.

My hands shook as I clutched onto his shirt and when I thought it'd be impossible to do so, he pulled me against him even more, his steeled grip made it impossible to move. Being so close to him, I took in the sight of the mischievous glint in his eyes, that sly smile, his sweet scent and his good looks. Damn it. No one should be that handsome.

That's when I felt Seokjin's lips brushed against my jawline, making me shiver from the pleasant feeling I was getting from his gentle touch. Despite what my head was trying to tell me, I tilted my head back, invitingly.

I heard something like soft groan at the back of his throat just before I felt his lips leave my jawline and then moved towards my throat. I felt them move softly against my throat before I felt a sharp sting from his teeth, leaving behind a pleasant ache.

My pathetic self let out a quiet moan at that and I felt him smile against my throat before receiving another nip from him. His lips then moved down my throat, towards my chest before his hand reached out and tugged my t-shirt up and being in the state that I was, I let him take off my shirt as I reached towards his shirt, pulling it up too. Inching back, he took off his shirt before bringing his lips towards the curve of my breasts. My hands found their way into his soft hair as I held him against me. I heard a whimper escape my lips as I felt him trailing kisses all over my chest.

I felt his hand at my back, reaching to unclasp my bra and even though I hated this man, there was something about his touch that leaves me aching for more. Because his touch doesn't disgust me like they're supposed to and that leaves me longing for more.

He unclasped my bra before letting it dropped to the ground. He pulled back and took in the sight of me, eyes all lazy and dark. I should feel embarrassed or maybe even insecure and uncomfortable but I didn't feel any of that.

Seokjin moved in and I slid my arms around his shoulders as he buried his face into the crook of my neck. My chest brushed against his in the process and I had to bite down on my lower lip to prevent myself from falling apart.

"Shortcake," he rasped.

"Mm?"

Instead of saying anything, he dropped a kiss to the crook of my neck before pulling back. Then his large hand cupped the side of my face and I felt him leaned in... like he's going to kiss me.

I tilted my head back, ignoring all the warnings in my head. Just as I felt the lightest touch of his lips against mine, a loud shout had me brought me back to our current situation. 

Seokjin twisted his head to the side to see who it was and I didn't need to see his face to know that he's smirking.

"Namjoon-ah, what are you—" Yoongi came around with a glass in his hand, drinking it, only to choke on the water.

"Why, are they back?" Jungkook yawned, stepping from behind Yoongi.

Our eyes met and I immediately buried my face in my hands, trying to hide myself behind Seokjin's large frame. 

"Move!" Namjoon hissed.

I lifted my head and saw Namjoon's hands on Jungkook's shoulders as he pushed a stunned Jungkook out of the room. Yoongi was already gone.

Seokjin turned his attention towards me.

"Do not worry," Seokjin said, all serious. "My broad shoulders will cover you so let's finish—"

"That's not the problem!" I hissed, shoving at his shoulders. "Move! I'm going to sleep!"

Seokjin took a step away from me and I jumped down from the table, bending down and turning my back to Seokjin as I grabbed my t-shirt, slipping it back on. I didn't bother putting my bra on as I ran towards my room, closing it behind me.

Feeling my cheeks burn at the memory of that almost kiss, I moved towards the bed, pulling the covers over me. I could still head my heart racing.

It wasn't until I heard a knock on my door that had me burrowing further into my sheets.

"Shortcake?" came Seokjin's voice.

I said nothing and heard him open the door. 

"I know you're awake," he said, walking into the room.

"No, I'm asleep," I replied and then paused, mentally cursing myself.

Seokjin chuckled, grabbing my sheets, pulling it down slightly so we could see each other's face. Seeing him that he was wearing his shirt already, made my cheeks burn even more.

"Your medicine," Seokjin said, placing the pills on the bedside table with a glass of water. "Take it before you go to sleep."

"I know," I mumbled, reaching for the pills. I took them in one go with water before placing the glass back down.

Seokjin turned to go but then stopped, looking back at me.

I narrowed my eyes, "What?"

"You're not my type," Seokjin stated in a low drawl. "So you don't need to worry about what happened back there."

Well, that's enough to piss me off... and hurt me a little. Just a little.

"I used all of your money to buy out the whole pharmacy," I snapped.

Seokjin simply shrugged. "I'm just letting you know, Shortcake."

With that, he was gone.

I felt angry tears sting my eyes as I pulled the cover up and turned to face the wall, cursing him with every last strength that I have.

~Seokjin~

Seokjin closed the door behind him as he entered his room. He leaned against it, eyes closed. He could still smell Yumi's scent. Vanilla.

He could still remember what it's like touching her for the first time since they married. Like Seokjin, Yumi was ready to let him take her there and then if they weren't interrupted. He wanted to hate himself for losing himself in her.

After his mother rang that time, expressing her concerns about Yumi as well as how her father's treating them, it made Seokjin realised that he may be too nice to her. That phone call was a reminder that he needed to keep her away from him. So that's what he did.

Until he saw how pale Yumi was. Until he heard her throwing up. Until he saw how much weight she'd lost.

So he did what he wanted. He went with her to buy her medicine that she needed.

Instead of walking away from her, he wanted to be close to her and make sure she's okay. Then one thing led to another.

Does he regret it? Yes and no. It was a mean thing for Seokjin to say that to her but he said it anyways. He didn't need her complicating his life even more.

Seokjin opened his eyes and let out a sigh. He needed to stay away but there was something about her that keeps drawing him in.

"Scars," Seokjin murmured.

He let himself remember the sight of Yumi's bare back. There was scars on her back. Why are there scars on her back? And what are they doing there?