Embracing the thorns of the present looks easier
when the toxic past welcomes you back with open arms.▬▭▬▬▭▬▬▭▬
Jungkook's pov
I was sweating profusely, even when the air conditioner was wavering cool breeze onto my way. Nothing of this calm surrounding could give me serenity, because the waves of trouble were surged by my inner conflict and I knew no cure for it.
My fate would be mocking me because the reason for my scares— Nari, lay asleep beside me while I was restless and wide awake. I can't blame her either, it was me who gave her a sleeping pill cause she couldn't stop shivering and shouting and I feared she might have harmed herself, if awake.
She nuzzle more to my neck, which quickened my heartbeat. But to my solace, it was not because of my reviving love for her but the proximity between us when I know she is just enjoying my warmth of protection as I sheltered her and saved her from the goons her fiance tailed behind her, and I don't even know why did he do that...
Nonetheless, I knew, somewhere, in tiny cracks of my healed emotions, the caged euphoric feelings from the past were trying to seep out, trying to catalyse the question, 'Only if we were in each other's arms as lovers but not as...
I don't know what to name that something which lingered between us, but it's indeed breathing, which caused her to thump on my door when those jerks were chasing her. I never in my wildest dream thought that just a week after texting her my address, she will be stumbling onto my doorstep all bruised and panting.
The sweet odour seeping from her sleeping figure on my arm pillow struck my nostrils, smacking the truth of boundaries we must oblige to. We shouldn't stay close like this. Though I loved her in the past; one-sided Love it is, I can't indulge with her in any way.
My eyes darted at her once again while contemplating whether to distance myself from her and my long-buried emotions.
When I tried pulling my arm back, her pale face made me freeze again.
Don't be so inhuman, Jungkook.
I closed my eyes, heaving a sigh. She needs undisturbed sleep.
It's okay, Jungkook. Just a few hours.
Clenching my free hand, I opened my eyes to look at her. My senses sting me when I was just an inch away from her lips. Didn't realise when I inched her way.
But that wasn't something I wanted to think of as my eyes started edging to every corner of her face.
Nothing changed, though her facial features have become more feminine and have sharpened. Her lips were mounted with a lustrous antiseptic gel, like a crater on the moon. I noticed the bruise while she kept the glass of water on her quivering lips and hissed under her breath, but it didn't go unnoticed by me and I treated her wounds.
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