Black String Of Fate

Chapter 71

Namjoon and Jin after the kiss were very awkward. Namjoon begged Jin to sleep in his previous room and Jin agreed, he really wanted to rest and sleeping on a couch would make him even more tired than he already was. Namjoon on the other hand was ecstatic, he finally made a move and a bold one on that. How could he even sleep with the excitement?

Jin was off like a light bulb as soon as his head hit the pillow while Namjoon thought of the kiss earlier, mentally squealing like a teenager, 'I'm soooooo happppyyyy!!!' He thought giggling and slapped himself as he realised how weird he was being, "Calm down, Namjoon, let's not get excited. I should sleep now" he said to himself and with a lot of difficulty, he fell asleep.

Jin woke up early than Namjoon and did his routine, taking his old clothes from the wardrobe, which was once his, but not anymore. He sighed deeply and ruffled his hair, cursing himself for kissing Namjoon. Embarrassed was not even close to how he felt thinking about he kept kept pulling Namjoon close. Whining pathetically, "Whywhywhywhy? Why did I do that?" He asked himself.

Jin looked in the mirror at himself and took a deep breath, "It's okay Jin, nothing happened. Pretend nothing happened and you'll survive" he said pep talking himself to face Namjoon. Peeking out cautiously, he found the house empty and instantly knew Namjoon was still sleeping, sighing in relief, he took slow steps towards the kitchen to make something.

His stomach grumbled in hunger and it was late anyway. Nostalgia hit him of the last time when he was there making breakfast for Yeosang. His mood turned upside down in seconds and sadness filled his heart, missing the cute little boy. Gulping the lump in his throat, Jin forced himself to do the work he came for, that is to make food.

He didn't want to eat but still pushed himself, just so he could keep himself busy. In the middle of cooking, someone knocked on the door and Jin frowned, not expecting someone. He contemplated if he should wake up Namjoon or check himself. The person at the door seemed very impatient and the knocks turned into bangs and Jin decided to see himself.

He opened the door and surprised the person who was Mrs.Han. The old lady was shocked to see Jin standing well and alive in front of her. The stick she held for support fell from her hand and she shakily pointed at Jin, "You-you're alive?" She asked in shock and relief. Jin softened looking at the woman and held her old wrinkled hand, "Hello aunty" he said.

Mrs.Han burst out in tears, looking at Jin like he was some angel, so pure and costly that her touch could make him impure. Jin hugged the lady, "I missed you aunty" he whispered softly in her ear and Mrs.Han hugged him tightly, patting his back, thanking the heavens for sending Jin back to her. Jin chuckled lightly, touched that the lady still cared for him.

Jin pulled away from the hug, wiping her tears, he pulled her inside. He made her sit on the couch and held her hand, looking at her with at most respect, "How are you Mrs.Han?" He asked and Mrs.Han nodded stiffly, still in shock seeing Jin in front of her. Jin seemed to realize and smiled softly, "It's me Mrs.Han, your Jinnie" he said and the lady again nodded, "What-what happened?" She asked.

Jin sighed but smiled, "It's a long story aunty, let's not talk about that. But I want to know about you. How have you been? Did you take care of yourself? Did you visit the doctors regularly?" He asked worriedly and Mrs.Han gave him a forced smile, "This oldie is strong young man. I'm even more fine seeing you healthy. Ah, I can't tell how relieved I'm to see you back" she said cupping his cheek.

Jin snuggled in her palm and smiled, he really missed her warmth and presence. Their sweet moment was interrupted by sleepy Namjoon, who stood by the wall staring at them with love. Mrs.Han spotted him and glared at him but Namjoon didn't pay mind to her and walked close to her with a wild bed hair and boxers. Mrs.Han clicked her tongue, annoyed.