Forever-Tied || Jikook ✔️

#17: Dawn (Last chapter)

SO this chapter has a CRINGY AF attempt at smut at the end. Could be mentally damaging so beware. Proceed with caution.

And kids get LOST or else namjesus will have your eyebrows shaved.

{Word count: 5k}
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Jungkook sat in his bedroom the curtains drawn close. It was still evening but not a single ray of light escaped through the dark curtains to enter the room. Jungkook sat in the corner, legs pulled closer to himself trying not to break down. His heart ached with an insatiable longing.

It wasn't this bad initially, but the longer he stayed here, the worse his feelings got.

There were many moments where he was ready to leave everything and run away, not turn back. But then again, how could he possibly do something like that? If Jimin was his soulmate, then this was his family, his mother, grandfather, and Hoseok. He was torn between wanting to give up everything and be with his love or keep his pride and morals and stay with his family.

His head was pounding, heart crumbling and withering as he tried not to think about Jimin. Tried not to think about how the vampire would most probably be sitting in the meadow alone, eyes closed a slight frown on his forehead as he counted the minutes, waiting for him to come back, to keep his promise.

Three months felt like a small period but only the person who is suffering and longing truly knows the worth of time, knows that when you want it to pass by quickly it stretches unendingly and the moments you want to last for forever are all but fleeting butterflies in the wind. He clutched the locket around his neck, feeling the sharp edges biting into his palm. The pain cleared his mind somewhat.

Slowly with red-rimmed eyes, he stared at the curtains and deduced that outside the sky had most possibly turned dark. He closed his eyes, telling himself that tomorrow, he will talk to his grandfather once his house arrest ends. Because Jungkook was sure he would no longer be able to go on like this.

At that moment, in the dark of the room, Jungkook felt a shiver run down his spine. His body started breaking out in cold sweat and his eyes burned as his heartbeat turned erratic. For a moment he didn't know what was happening to him.

He opened his mouth wanting to yell for his mother or grandfather, as he grew afraid. But the words on the tip of his tongue died as the silver thread started to glow but its light - that was usually bright - was faint, dull, and flickering. Like a candle that was about to burn out.

Watching the thread around him flicker while one of the ends that stretched out disappearing in Jimin's direction was especially dark, a terrifying thought entered Jungkook's mind.

He couldn't shake the foreboding feeling that something was wrong. Drenched in a cold sweat, Jungkook stood up unsteadily, pulled a bag from his wardrobe, packed it, and left the house. His grandfather and mother who were sitting in the living room with a few elders that came to visit, only heard the door slam shut.

Jungkooks rationality had left him. He was only aware of the knives twisting within his chest every second. He might be leaving his family but he consoled himself that, his grandfather and mother had Hoseok and a whole village full of people who would stand by them but at that moment, he could only think about how Jimin was all alone in Busan.

Jimin sat in the living room whose red sofa's and Persian carpets were now replaced with dark black couches and matching rugs that were bought because Jungkoook had thought that red color looked "depressing" when he had been living here so the red couches were removed and black ones replaced them because, again, according to Jungkook, the dark color looked more "aesthetically pleasing".