"You are a virgin?", his eyes widened in horror. He suddenly pulled his finger out and took a few steps back.

You are left on the table, flushed, panting for air. "Jungkook-", you tried to explain but he cut you.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"We never talked about it", you got down on your feet and straightened your dress.

Jungkook is beyond stunned to speak a word after what he did to you. He couldn't resist you and it didn't even strike his mind that you could be a virgin.

You slowly moved towards him and held his hand but he released himself from your grip, his eyes guilty of something.

"Fck", he ran his fingers through his hair and scrubbed another hand over his face, "I shouldn't have...what was I thinking?", he groaned and settled on a chair.

"What is wrong?", you kneeled in front of him, worried. You caressed his cheek gently.

"Everything!", he growled, "Everything is wrong, I shouldn't have touched you", he whispered.

Your heart broke into a million pieces, Shouldn't have touched you? Does he not want me?

"Why shouldn't you touch me? Just a while ago, you were claiming me as yours, what happened all of sudden?", tears welling in your eyes.

He is quiet, not looking into your eyes.

He wants me and I know it. Not just sexually, but the way he is jealous of Taehyung, the way he got me Hobi, the nutritionist... and many little things, I know he cares for me, yet he is pushing me away.

"What is it, Jungkook? You are hurting me", you broke into tears in front of him. Too much pain in your heart.

"It's Us. We are not meant to be together", his voice achingly sad.

What does it mean? Why can't you be together?

"What is holding you back, Jungkook?", you raised on your knees and held his shoulders to make him look at you.

His silence is stinging needles in your heart. Anger and worry are flooding your veins in equal measure.

"Answer me today, Jungkook. Why can't we be together? Why is it that you always avoided me ever since our wedding? Why are you holding back from loving me? Now and last night too...", you lashed out at him.

"Is this how married couples live Jungkook? Do you even consider me your wife- "

"Just because I didn't fck you, doesn't mean you are not my wife, Y/n", he gritted his teeth.

Fck you? Did I hear that right?

Your body stopped functioning for a second, and you suddenly felt ashamed and conscious of your crumbled dress, straps falling off your shoulder. You felt naked in front of this man. You felt like he used you till now.

You considered it as making love, but he thinks it is as fcking me?

Does he even respect this relationship? Or did he see me as a wh0re?

You got no words to say as if they got stuck in your throat. You released your grip on his shoulders and straightened your dress straps, feeling ashamed.

His words stung pain in your heart. Tears swam in your eyes, this man hurt you today.

You got away from him and picked up your phone and bag from the table, moving towards the door and your steps halted, when he said, "This is for your good, Y/n. You have to stay away from me", his voice very low.

"Do you love me, Jungkook?", the hurt was evident in your eyes. His breath hitched as you asked that question.

Silent, no answer.

You didn't look back at him again, and you opened the door and left.

Before reaching the stairs, you came across Miss Min, her smiling face turned into a worried one after seeing your state.

She gasped seeing your tears, puffy eyes, smeared lipstick and hickeys all over your neck and chest, "Why are you crying, Y/n?", she wiped your tears with her thumb.

"He doesn't want me, Eomma", you broke into tears as she engulfed you in a hug. Her heart clenched seeing your despaired state and the way you called her eomma. She could estimate the depth of pain you are going through.

"Tell me, what happened -", you slightly removed her arms from you and ran to your room. You wanted to be alone. Far away from everyone.

Your heart shattered looking at yourself in the mirror, all those marks. You thought he did it out of love to mark you as his!

But he pushed you away, Am I not capable of his love?

You locked yourself in the bathroom and sank to the floor, hugging your knees, you cried. Scenes flashing in your mind, how he wanted you one second and how he pushed you the other.

You wanted to erase his touch from your body, so you filled the tub with hot water, got naked and sank in it.

No matter how much you washed yourself, the marks didn't fade. It reminded you that 'he didn't want you'.

After an hour-long bath, you sneaked into the bedroom, afraid that you will have to face him. Luckily he wasn't in the room. You quickly dressed up and packed your bags.

You don't want to live in the same room as him, this room smells like him, and this bed reminds you of last night's cuddles. You wiped your tears and moved to another room.

Jungkook P.O.V.

I groaned in frustration, as she left. Her heels and bra on the floor and the mess on the table remind me of her. I broke all the walls and crossed all the lines today by touching her, kissing her and claiming her.

I hurt her.

I'm the reason for her tears and pain. I couldn't answer her questions, especially when she asked if I loved her! All my insecurities surfaced and I couldn't say a word.

Love, trust, and affection are some of the emotions I shoved away long ago. But Y/n brought out emotions like possessiveness, desire and love?

Love is earned but Y/n just gave it to me, I'm not worthy of her love, not even an ounce of it.

She will leave me if she finds out why I married her but I fcked up big time. I hurt her.

I will not let her leave me. I will earn her.

Love or not, I want her and I can't see her sad, especially if I am the reason she is hurt.

I'll make it right.

I ran upstairs to the bedroom, but she isn't there. Bathroom, No.

"Where are you, Doll?", I groaned.

I walked into the closet, things are missing. Her clothes, her shoes, her bags and that fcking bear.