Destined || j.jk (✅Completed)

𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖞 𝕴𝖓 𝖀𝖘

Chapter Thirty-two: Destiny In Us

Y/N's P.O.V:

"I have so many questions. I always did."

"And you found someone with answers."

"Who are you? You look like someone I may know. You feel familiar like I've known you for years. I always felt comfortable around you. You made me feel safer and I think that's why I was so drawn to you. You were like a human magnet."

"You have, but not in this life. The ones before. Do you remember the man at the hospital back when you were younger?"

"... Bunny? Yeah, silly me thought I'll be going home with him because they told me my new dad is waiting for me outside. I knew he's too good for me tsk. How did you know about him?"

"You told me to take you home." I froze, stunned.

He's him?

"It was an accident as Guardian Angels aren't to be seen. I'm no human Y/N. At least not yet." Of course, you aren't.

You fucking flew us from the sky. What is happening? What I remember from the past few hours is: feeling a stinging pain in my body after which I fainted. Then I woke up in an unordinary pearl white place and later casually, in Jungkook's arms as he flew with those giant pair of wings to this place here. He told me the apparent truth about my sister's death and then he kissed me.

I doubt his name even being Jungkook.

"Y/N I- I can hear your thoughts when I'm near you. My real name is Jungkook."

I was emotionless and I get the feeling I'm supposed to be going crazy, or maybe I am.

He turned me towards him and tucked the hair strands dangling around my face behind my ears gently.

"I don't know how to ask you this but I have loved you for a very long time and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." he said making me emotional for some reason.

"No... no~" I shook my head.

"You want us to get together? Look at you, you're perfect. I'll just make your life miserable. Find yourself, somebody, better." I tried not to show the stinging pain in my heart but it did, as tears.

"Look at how different the sun and moon are. When the day meets the night, it becomes something beautiful but for that, they have to become one."

"I'm aware of how unlucky I am with love. It follows me around I guess. It's not gonna work."

"Don't say such things, please. I don't even want to imagine a life in which you are not in. We will do this together, as one. This is our destiny."

"Destiny? Why do you even believe in that stuff? Destiny is not real."

"It bought us together. We were matched from the day of our existence by the force above. Do you have dreams...about us? You wake up to realise it isn't real but it very much felt so?."

"You do too?"

"They are more like visions. You see your- our past life in your sleep. Don't you think that's odd? It's got to mean something? You call it magnet...I call it destiny. You still don't believe it? Most people won't believe in angels too. Do you?"

"What's your point?"

"To believe, you have to experience it, feel it but you are holding back from seeing it."

"Because every time I open them, all they get to witness is hell." I was scared, thinking of all those times I got played and cheated on by people; selfish people. How they left me feeling unwanted and threw me away like a worthless trinket.

"I want to open your eyes to a euphoric love. Let me take you to a path where happiness awaits us. Our path. The one that connected us and had always been there, waiting for us to walk on it." it all felt different with him. 

I have to consider how he's trying. Doing it all for the 'us' he believes in. Something in me wanted it to happen, it was like it could. Does this happen when destiny exists? You can feel something calling, urging and guiding you so that you do what has already been written for you.  

"Y/N, please. You won't regret it. We were meant to do this. Two souls don't find each other by a simple accident.  Feel the destiny in us." He offers me his hand to take.

I take a deep breath and entangle my fingers in his making his face light up brighter than a million sapphires. From now on, it's 'us'. 

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