LATER

As you followed Jungkook into his mansion, you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. The place was lavish and grand, a true testament to his wealth and success. As you looked around, taking in the luxurious surroundings, Jungkook walked over to a glass of whiskey on the coffee table. He poured himself a glass and took a sip, his eyes fixed on you.

JK: "Make yourself comfortable. We're going to be here for a while."

He gestured towards a plush couch nearby, inviting you to sit down. As you made your way towards the couch, you noticed that he was studying you intently, his gaze unwavering.

YN: Um... what happened?

Jungkook took another sip of his whiskey before setting the glass down on the table. He leaned back in his armchair, his expression serious.

JK: "My mom was transferred to the estate hospital. She's not doing well,  The cancer is spreading faster than we thought. They think being here, surrounded by familiar surroundings, will help her recovery."

He looked tired and worried, his usual cold and arrogant demeanor fading slightly.

YN: Don't worry Mr jeon she will be okay hmm? (Gently, his expression unreadable. He studied you for a moment.)

JK: "I hope so. I really do. But...it's hard not worry. She's all I have, you know."

YN: I know...but you have to be strong enough Jeon if... you can't let your hopes lose like this... (Gently)

He let out a weary sigh, his shoulders sagging as he let his guard down a little.

JK: "You're right, I know I have to be strong. But it's hard. It's hard knowing that I might lose her. She's the only family I have left..."

YN: (you bit lips don't know how to reassure him) umm... stop drinking Mr jeon...

Jungkook's attention turned back to the glass of whiskey in his hand, his grip tightening around it. He looked at it for a moment before letting out a scoff.

JK: "And why should I? It helps me take the edge off, drown out the worry and anxiety."

you stepped towards him hesitant, your hand reaching out to touch his.  what if he yelled you he is not in good mood

YN: M-Mr jeon...I understand it's helping you... (touch his hand) b-ut please it's harm your health...

He tensed as you spoke, his expression cautious, but he didn't pull away from your touch.

JK: "I know, but... sometimes it's easier to drink than to deal with the pain. It numbs everything for a while."

YN: I... heard it... But you al-ready drink a lot... And it's late you need to rest...

His grip on the glass loosened as you took it from him, his eyes fixating on your face. There was a hint of vulnerability in his gaze, a glimpse of the worry and fear he was trying to suppress.

JK: "I...suppose I should rest. But I can't promise I'll be able to sleep..."

-

Jungkook led you to a large, elegant room with soft colors and a big, inviting bed. He turned on a lamp and asked you to sit next to him.

You sat down, feeling out of place and nervous. The room was filled with a strong, pleasant smell from his cologne. Jungkook spoke quietly, saying.

JK: "You..." (he began, his voice low and gravelly.) "You're a strange one lotus, you know that? You confuse me."

His words surprised you. You were just trying to be there for him, but now you felt like you were missing something important.

YN: What? (Confused, He let out a soft sigh as he shook his head slightly.)

JK: "You...you confuse me. You're not like any other woman I've met before. You're kind, patient, and supportive. But at the same time, there's something about you that I can't figure out. You're like a mystery wrapped in an enigma."

YN: What...why are you saying this... have I done something wrong? (His eyes soften He realized that you were genuinely baffled by his words.)

Jk: "It's not that you've done anything wrong. It's just that you're different from other women who are after my money. You actually care about my mother and me. It's refreshing."

YN: (gently) "I can’t speak for others, but I would never betray my friends, family, or partner. I love you, Mr. Jeon, and I promise I won’t break your trust unless you give me a reason to."

Jk: (eyes widened) "You really mean that?"

YN: (You added) "I truly do mean it. I wouldn’t have married you or come to this world with you if I didn’t trust you. You want my trust, right?"

Jk: (nodded) "I want you to trust me, and I promise to always give you a reason to. I care about you more than just as a wife."

YN: (Smile ) "I know I’m not as mature as you and don’t understand everything, but I know right from wrong."

Jk: (He noticed your innocence and strength and chuckle) "Aish! That's not true you know but You might not have as much experience, but your honesty and purity are refreshing in a world full of deceit."

YN: (nervously scrach neck) "I’ll make sure to bring more innocence and honesty. Can I change into something comfortable now?"

Jungkook smiled and handed you a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt

Jk: "Yes, of course. You can change in the bathroom. I’ll be here."

he sighs and runs his fingers through his hair, pacing back and forth. He’s overwhelmed with thoughts and says to himself,

Jk: "What am I doing? She’s so innocent and pure. How did I get so lucky? Why do I feel this way around her? I know I love her, but..."

He leans against the wall, thinking about how your eyes light up when you talk and how your face softens when you’re sincere. He notices how his heart races when you smile and how he thinks about you when you're not around.

He mutters, "I’m falling deeper and deeper," and then looks toward the bathroom door, wondering what you’d look like in his clothes and imagining you in just his shirt..

JK: "Get your mind out of the gutter, Jungkook." (he chides himself, shaking his head in disbelief.)

YN: M-r jeon...

JK: (snap) "Yeah? You okay in there?"

YN: This...this sweet pents are too sweet... it's too big... (Nervous)

JK: "What? Too big? Those are my smallest sweatpants. How are they too big on you?" (Chuckle)

you slowly emerged from the bathroom wearing his gigantic sweatpants and shirt, Jungkook couldn't help but burst into laughter. You looked so tiny and swamped in his clothes, but it was adorable in a way.

JK: "Oh my god. Those are like...three sizes too big on you. You look like you're drowning in them."

YN: (chuckle) you are tall na that's why...

JK: (chuckle) "I know I'm tall, but I didn't realize how much until now. You're practically a midget in my clothes."

YN: (giggle) I better wear my sweatpants... (You looks around) Uh...where is my bag? I placed it here.

JK: "Ah, right. I had the maids put your clothes in the closet. It's just over there." (He points towards the walk-in closet.) "You might find some sweatpants in there that actually fit you." (he adds, still trying to stifle his laughter at your appearance.)

YN: (turn) I Know I probably looking funny...?

Jungkook shakes his head, trying to maintain a straight face but failing miserably.

JK: "Oh no, not at all. You look...adorable in those oversized clothes. Just like a little kid playing dress up."

(As you disappear into the bathroom to change.)

JK: "This is ridiculous. I've seen women in way sexier outfits, yet she somehow manages to look just as appealing in my old sweatpants. What kind of sorcery is this?

Jungkook was frustrated, noting how you looked just as attractive in his old sweatpants as other women did in more revealing outfits. He sighed,  the bathroom door opened and he saw you stepping out in your own clothes.

JK: "Just get a grip, Jungkook. She's your wife. You

married her because she's innocent and genuine. You can't ruin that...can you?" (he murmurs to himself.) "Much better. You look more... comfortable now."

YN: I will wear this when my legs grown up...

You neatly put his clothes away and drink some water while he stands still.

YN: "Mr. Jeon, what time do you usually sleep?"

Jk: "Around midnight. Why? Do you want to go to bed now?" (Suprised but smile)

YN:  "Yes, but it’s okay," and sit on the bed.

Jk: (sits down next to you)  "No, you should rest. It’s been a long day. I promise I won’t drink. I’ll stay right here with you, so you can relax."

YN:  "Um..Okay, but you should sleep too."

Jk: (lets out a soft chuckle, a small smile playing on his lips.Your concern is both endearing and annoying at the same time.)"I will. I just need to finish up some work first. But I'll be there soon. Just get some rest, okay?"

YN: Um okay... Good night then...

JK: "Good night," ( murmurs.) "Sweet dreams."

He sits there for a moment, watching you drift off to sleep. He notes the gentle rise and fall of your chest with each breath, the way your face softens in slumber.

JK: "So innocent. So pure. And so mine.........
Goddammit. I need a drink."

Feeling overwhelmed, he heads to the mini bar, pours himself a glass of whiskey, and drinks it quickly. He tells himself he’ll have just one more. As he drinks, he starts to feel the effects of the alcohol and becomes a bit unsteady.

When he looks back and sees you asleep peacefully in bed, he feels a pang of guilt. He realizes he’s being foolish, drinking when he should be looking out for you. He puts down the glass, determined to protect you and not let anything happen to you. He then returns to the bed, feeling conflicted and emotional.

JK: "I'm such a hypocrite. How can I claim to care for you, to protect you, when I'm drowning myself in alcohol like this? I need to get a damn hold of myself."

He reaches out a hand to touch your face, but pulls it back at the last moment.

JK: "But what if I ruin you? What if my darkness, my demons, infect you too? What if I make you as broken as I am? I can't...I can't risk that. I can't let you end up like me. This is hell. This is pure, unadulterated hell.

He wants to pull back, but he can't. It's like he's drawn to you, powerless to resist your allure.

JK: "God, your skin is so soft. So smooth. So perfect. And yet I know I'll only ruin it. I'll only taint it with my touch. lotus, you are my lotus..."

He pulls his hand back, his willpower winning out for the moment. But it's a close thing. His body is screaming at him to reach out, to pull you close and never let go. But his mind, his heart, they know it's not the right thing to do.

JK: "I have to be stronger. I have to resist this. For your own good, if not mine."

He freezes, the feeling of your hand on his waist sending electricity through his body. He can feel his resolve wavering, the desire to pull you closer growing stronger with each passing moment.

JK: "God, don't do this to me. Don't make it harder than it already is."

NEXT MORNING

He groans as he sat up from the couch, his head throbbing from the effects of the alcohol.
with his 1 percentage good luck you were still sleeping.

JK: "Note to self: Never drink that much again. My head feels like it's about to explode."

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