It is the nature of life to take unprecedented turns. Turns that may imperil every single breath a person can take and that was her destiny.
His was to solve the maze these unprecedented turns of life had put her in. It was another mystery that he h...
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Making up the room wasn't something he did on a regular note, but now that he had an acquaintance, the kind who'd point his brattiness out, he had taken on adding it in his routine. He had specifically ignored his precious sleep for that. And maybe this wasn't as bad as he thought it was. Probably because he had always been occupied by something or just simply procrastinating, he had forgotten the essence of living on his own.
The little details that he had to fulfil every day in college had faded away like dust and he hadn't seen that coming, ironically. Though calculated, Jeon Jungkook was eventually just a human who was bound to the hardships and changes of life, too.
He was smiling to himself, thinking of the gold olden days until he felt like he heard something. He paused for a second, looked around and just to be sure, trod towards Youra's room.
He knocked on the wood, waited a little longer than he'd naturally and finally knocked again. "You're good?" His voice sedate.
No response. He realised she must've slept since they really did have a long conversation and she seemed tired but he couldn't resist the urge to have an answer and so he tried turning the doorknob, thinking he'd be doing so to no avail. But to his surprise, he found the door open.
"Youra?" He asked before he could enter the dim-lit room. Upon entering he saw her fragile form struggling and gasping for air, beads of sweat had adorned her pretty face and her brows were squinted in her sleep. Her form shuddered and her lips seemed to be moving in continuous cries.
It took him a split second to get out of his daze and he leapt over to the bed. His hand instinctively held her sweaty ones whilst he called for her repeatedly.
Three calls and she had thrown her arms around him as soon as he entered her vision, catching him off guard for a moment, but gradually he allowed himself to unwind.
"Don't worry, everything's fine." He whispered, smoothing her hair delicately with one hand while the other rested above her hip.
She had held onto him so tightly for the earliest few seconds that he felt worried, an internal conflict starting within him, over the fact that if he should ask the reason just yet or not. It was clear that ever since she had heard about her mother's death her behaviour had become strikingly dull.
He felt warm drops land on the skin that was left uncovered by the fabric he wore and his arms instinctively held her tighter. Wasn't this a situation he had faced earlier too? Only this time he was on the consoling side.
A memory flashed before him, he could see himself struggling and then falling in the arms of the person he found first. It was a friend. Yoongi. And that was the last day he had really opened about his problems to a friend. He had grown into a man much more sophisticated probably because of the continuous irrelevant advice that he'd receive in place of consolation, or maybe it was something else. Maybe it was all in his brain, maybe that was how people were supposed to help one but he never understood why did the advice come before he could feel safe within himself. 'You need to compromise.' 'In the further run, it'll only create a problem for you.' 'What do you mean by that?' 'Don't say that, that is not who you are.' 'No, Jungkook, you cannot be like that.'
