Heartless

{23}

Since receiving the unpleasant gift of a head, none of them ceased their efforts in tracking down the Yakuza and their newfound leader. Every corner of the city had been searched and it was like they were chasing shadows that seemed to disappear as soon as they caught up.

They still hadn't found the mole either. Both she and her brother were smart enough to read between the lines and see that someone was working for them who had access to sensitive information they shouldn't have. Maybe they were listening in on them? Perhaps hacked their systems?

With Yoongi's help in ruling out that possibility, it turned out that wasn't the case. All of them were careful with what they said and who they said it around and were far too meticulous to be tangled with spies. Jungkook would've caught onto somebody by now and he hasn't. None of them have. It's been a rough few days for her in particular. She was overworking herself and disregarding her bodyguard's concern.

He understood her paranoia, he knew why she was dead-set on fishing this guy out, but her lack of sleep hit harder than expected. After making her round of calls for the day, she settled into her bed with a glass of wine while she went on rambling about her dead father and childhood to him since he was there to listen. Soon enough the glass is empty and he's convinced her to get some sleep, reassuring her that he'll wake her up in two hours, knowing that he wouldn't.

Once she buried herself under the mountain of covers, her eyes fluttering shut to indicate she had finally fallen asleep, he checked her bedside clock to see it was 7am. He pulled the vanity chair over beside her and made himself comfortable, expecting her to sleep at least a full day. He didn't mean to seem creepy, but he had to keep an eye on her.

The estate was well protected, much better as opposed to the Kang Residence which was now burnt to the ground(due to her request), but that didn't mean he wasn't going to hover over her, even when it wasn't necessary. He simply liked to admire her while she slept. Her pouted lips, her plush cheek pressed against the pillow, and the slight furrow of her eyebrows.

For hours he sat in that chair, dazed by her, not even realizing the sun had gone down until her room was blanketed in darkness, her face barely visible. All this time he didn't bother eating or checking in with her brother because he needed to stay with her.

The sight of her alone, and the puffs of breath she let out was enough to satiate him. He didn't need anything else but to be of service to her and this was his way of doing that. Hoping that whenever she mumbled in her sleep or jerked from a possible nightmare, his presence would somehow lull her.

Ten hours pass, and it was around 5 p.m. when she woke up, her small body drowned in blankets and she looked endearing trying to crawl out from underneath them. It took her a while to speak, even open her eyes and adjust to the darkness of the room, finally noticing a figure sitting in a chair at her bedside and before she starts to panic, her brain registers that familiar silhouette and instantly relaxes.

"How long was I out?" Her voice was raspy from the amount of sleep she's gotten after days of barely resting, and he found it so attractive, how messy and out of touch she was waking up.

"Ten hours."

She perks up instantly, groaning as she tries to move to sit at the edge of the bed, struggling to do so because of the weight hanging on her limbs from lack of movement. "I told you to wake me after two hours."

He simply hums in disregard, having no regrets from defying her. "You did."

She huffs at his stubbornness, smiling a bit as she rakes her fingers through her hair to pull it out of her face. "Your listening skills are dreadful."