Sleep With Me | KNJ x Reader

Ch 56 | Hickey

Y/N's POV:

"[Y/N] is that a hickey?"

All the blood drains from your face as you look into Jeffrey's eyes. You'd completely forgotten about the small hickey Namjoon left on your collarbone yesterday and put on a tank top to sleep in.  Your panicked eyes immediately give him the answer to his question.

"[Y/N], what the hell?" Jeffrey says angrily, pulling his hands from yours. "Are you sleeping with someone?"

"No!" you exclaim. He waits for you to make some sort of excuse but you just look at him, unable to form words from your brain being in overdrive.

Fuck fuck fuck. How do I even explain this?

"This is so fucked up," Jeffrey scoffs, rubbing his forehead. "I know I said I didn't expect anything from you, but for you to cuddle with me every night and then fuck someone behind my back the first night we don't spend together?"

"Jeffrey I didn't have sex with anyone," you plead, standing up off the bed.

"Okay sex, a make out session, whatever," he laughs sarcastically. "Whatever you did to get a hickey. Is there some sort of reason I'm not good enough?"

Your stomach sinks, knowing you've hurt one of the most important people in your life right now. "What do you mean, not good enough?"

"[Y/N] do you think I can't tell when a woman in my arms is turned on?"

Your face heats up as your anxiety starts to rise. He knows you've been craving him.

"I know you're attracted to me," he glares. "I know you want me physically, and I want you just as badly. But I was refusing to push it without you being totally sure. And now I just look like a fucking idiot. You know you could've just turned around and kissed me yet you went and found it from someone else."

"Jeffrey I—"

"I'm leaving," he says angrily, picking up his bag and leaving the room.

No no no no no. Not Jeffrey. 

"Wait, please," you beg, chasing after him and grabbing his arm. "Let me explain."

He glares at you over his shoulder, giving you a chance to speak.

"It was Namjoon," you say shakily.

"You're fucking Namjoon and still cuddling with me?"

"He didn't fuck me," you whimper. "He didn't even kiss me. He was teasing me."

"[Y/N] either let me go or explain it to where I can understand."

You grip his bicep with both hands and look down to the ground. "I... I don't know if you'll believe me right now but the woman's house I stayed over at last night was Namjoon's mom's. It was pure coincidence that he was there too."

Jeffrey blinks at you, hurt still evident on his face. "So let's say I believe what you're saying. Then that means you stayed the night with Namjoon last night and purposely didn't tell me," he says angrily. "I still look like an idiot. I was so fucking worried about you for nothing."

He rips his arm from your grasp and turns to leave. You sprint ahead of him, blocking the front door with your body, your hands gripping the door behind you.

No. I can't lose him too.

"Move, [Y/N]," he growls.

"Don't go, I need to fix this," you beg, tears brimming in your eyes. "You can't be mad at me. Anyone but you."

Jeffrey has been your rock. Your person. He's held you every night and wiped every tear without asking for anything from you. You've been taking him for granted and you know you're the asshole right now.