He's My Juliet (Golden Child Jibeom X Reader) [COMPLETED]

Ch. 10: Cousin

Jibeom's POV

I'm really not in the best mood right now. I just broke up with Y/N even though I didn't want to and the first face I see when coming home is my father's. I ignore him coldly as I turn to the way to my room when I suddenly hear a familiar energetic voice.

"Jibeom-aaaah!"

My eyes widen when I recognize that voice, and I turn to it to see my cousin Dahyun running to me with her usual bright smile with open arms. When she reaches me, she places her arms around me, pulling me into her embrace.

"Long time no see," she says and it takes a while for me to hug her back as I'm still shocked.

When she pulls back, I look at her with wide eyes still. "Dahyun-noona, what are you doing here?" I ask her, wondering why she would suddenly visit out of nowhere when she's supposed to be in Ilsan, trying to promote her fashion brand there.

Dahyun looks at me with a bright smile. "I came here to see you, of course! Oh! And I heard you got a girlfriend! What's her name?"

My eyes widen at her words, then my expression drops as I let go of her and look down as I step back. "I..." I hesitate, then I feel my eyes starting to water as I remember Y/N. "I'm sorry, noona, but I'll just go ahead to my room first," I tell her before running off to my room without another word. I don't want her to see me in tears. She just tends to he very protective of me sometimes and I don't want her to do anything to Y/N.

Moreover, I don't want my father to see me crying as well as that would mean that he had won. I had lost. And I can't do anything to go against him anymore.

I hate this!

I slam the door to my bedroom behind me then stomp towards my desk, later on pushing off everything on it. Everything falls and clatters to the ground and I plant my palms on the desk, looking down as my tears starts to slip from my eyes.

I hate this. I hate this all. If only I wasn't my father's son...

If only I wasn't Kim Jibeom...

I let out an angry shout as I slam my fist down on the desk.

Just why... did it have to be this way?

...

Your POV

I look infront of my desk, my head resting on my clasped hands as I think so deeply my brows are already furrowing.

Honestly, I don't really blame Jibeom for breaking up with me for those reasons. I was just confused and frustrated that time, I ended up talking back to him harshly.

I shouldn't have forgotten how innocent he is.

A sigh escapes me, then I drop my hands before my gaze turns to a pen on my desk resting on top of a piece of purple colored paper.

I meant it when I said I would be the one to bring us back together again. And I'm gonna do everything I can to do that.

I then take the colored paper and pen and start writing something down.

...

Later that night, I eventually find myself looking up Jibeom's balcony again.

No one knows I'm here. Not even Jisu or Yeji. I actually came here by taxi, asking the driver to drop me off somewhere not so far.

I'm just hoping Jibeom's still awake so I could at least talk to him. But the lights are off in his room, so I'm guessing he must already be asleep.

I sigh as a slight pout forms on my face. "Jibeom-ah... hang in there, okay? I promise I'll make my way to you."

I then turn to the vines right beside the balcony and I breathe deeply before I start climbing. After a few seconds of climbing, I finally reach the top and I carefully climb onto the balcony so as not to alert anyone. Once I'm safely on the balcony, I breathe a silent sigh of relief before I turn to the glass doors leading inside Jibeom's room.

His curtains are drawn, making it possible for me to look inside. And right inside, I see someone sleeping in the bed, completely covered by the blankets.

Another sigh escapes me, but this one is more melancholic, and I feel my whole body shaking as I sigh. "Jibeom... please... wait for me again... I'll find a way out of here for us. Just please wait." A sad smile forms on my face, then I take out the letter I had written for him from the inner pockets of my jacket. The one written in the purple colored paper.

I kneel down then slip it under his glass doors before standing back up again and looking at his sleeping figure. The sad smile returns to my face as I look at him. "Good night, Jibeom," I whisper, then I walk over to the side of the balcony before climbing back down and walking away.

I really hope he sees the letter.

Third POV

Back in Jibeom's room, something shuffles from the shadows hidden from the view you would have been able to take in from just outside the doors.

A dark figure comes into view, under the moonlight shining through the glass windows, and that same figure notices the letter lying right infront of the doors.

The figure stares at it for a moment, its expression unreadable, before it bends down and picks it up, holding it in its hands before going back into the shadows.

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Sorry this is so short than what I normally write. I just wasn't feeling really motivated to continue writing this book. I am SO sorry to my readers who are always kept waiting.

Though I don't feel motivated at the moment, I promise you all I will complete this book even if it's just little by little for now.

Maybe I'll go back to the usual length once I feel motivated again, but for now I might just stick with this length.

Anyways, thank you guys for reading and for your motivating comments! I love y'all always! Stay safe and have a great day!