Lust | JJK ✔️

62 - potion

Jungkook pants on the garden floor with sweat on his entire body. His eyes have tears, throat feels warm as it burns.

His hands shake as they are almost unable to hold this book, which feels too heavy today. It has never ever felt this heavy before.

Wiping away some sweat from his forehead, he tries to take in deep breaths to calm himself down. He chants inside his head -

'for her, it's all for her, you have to do it for her'

He needs to keep reminding himself that it's now or never. This situation for him is a Do or Die one, everything is difficult and there's no easy way out tonight; not like he asks for one.

His runny eyes peer down at his trembling hands, which grip the strings hanging on the collar of his shirt. He sustains a cycle of taking deep breaths as he sees his fingers pulling the threads out and slowly undoing the garment.

He gulps as he removes the shirt and the cold air swirling in the atmosphere immediately hits his bare skin. It tickles, bringing out goosebumps to the surface as they blossom with a sour mixture of both euphoria and fear.

Slightly bringing up an arm to cover himself, his tired eyes look down at the ground as he stares at the uneven soil. He stares for a while, knowing exactly what hid behind the bumpy surface.

He suddenly lowers his body close to the floor, almost like a reflex of some sort, as he presses his left ear on the ground with a curiosity and fear filled face.

Eyes wide and ears alert, desperate to catch any life, anything that can satisfy the pleas of his tormented little heart.

Soft slender fingers feel the soil stick to their tips before they slowly curl inwards weakly, his eyes relaxing as his anticipation dies.

It's absurd of him to expect, of course he was not going to hear anything else than plain silence. However, his heart still tells himself that maybe- if he tries really hard -he will, someday, hear your heartbeat down there.

Just once, maybe?

Gulping down a mouthful of saliva, he gets back up on his knees, a tingly sensation fizzing in his stomach.

He doesn't like to do things which make him look like a person of unsound mind, but he simply goes where his mind takes him. He almost has no control of the things he does sometimes.

Soon, Jimin and Hoseok were standing in front of him with shovels in their hands, catching their breaths as they had successfully dug the ground and now a very sorrowful image formed in front of Jungkook's eyes.

He looks forward and down, and there it was. The same coffin that he had seen almost four or five months ago. It feels oddly surreal, it feels uncanny.

He knows you're behind it, he knows you're right there in front of him. He feels pressured, but at the same time he doesn't care. He has nothing to lose. Not even dignity, of course.

He picks up a bottle out of the few objects lying in front of him.

His hands slowly twist the cap open, as he pours the water into the conch, watching it spill in similar to how a couple tears spill out of his eyes.

This was some special water that the hermit had given him. Only a sparse amount of it was left inside the bottle now, as Jungkook had wasted the rest of it earlier.

He keeps stealing glances at the casket in front of him, wanting to keep an eye over the object but looking away quickly because of its eerie character.

Resting the conch in his lap carefully to not spill any water out, he sprinkles the leftover onto your coffin, just like the book asked.

He keeps the bottle away and takes another deep inhale before his fingers tighten around the conch. He lifts it up into the air raising his mouth upwards as well, as he feels his mouth go dry.