Far Cry | JJK x OC

✔Chapter 44 // Pieces

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Aaden left and everyone sat back down, musing over his words. Jungkook's fist was still clenched and he felt like punching something. How dare he suggest he was giving up on her?

He was respecting her wishes but he would never abandon her. He wouldn't stop caring just because she wanted him gone. Sure, he would hate it. He would worry about her, he'd want to be near her, wonder how she slept, wonder if she dreamt. He'd look her way if she passed; he'd be walking and turn to check on her out of habit, though she wouldn't be there anymore. He'd miss her witty remarks, her care, her presence.

He rubbed his eyes, censoring himself. He had to stop it. He was used to being alone, he had spent more time without her than with her. It wasn't a big deal. She'd be safe too. Safer than with him taking stupid risks. He was bad for her, it was for the best. For her.

That was a thought he could find comfort in and yet Aaden's word choice was stuck in his brain in a loop: Nothing I can say will change her nightmares. Nightmares.

Jungkook wondered if she had shared the content of her nightmares with Aaden or if he meant it in general, because of what just happened. But it was still a peculiar word, it reminded him of when she shared her dreams with him for the first time, in their bed.

I've dreamt of you.

He recalled that night and lines showed up in his forehead as he did. Then another moment came to mind.

I mean, I want you. I think that's pretty clear, but I don't want to get you involved in anything, and you know why.

His fist was still clenched as he stared at Ella's desktop completely alienated from her writing or Namjoon's foot tapping. A theory was gaining force in his mind, but he wasn't sure. He had seen the aversion in her eyes so he thought she hated him. He thought she regretted saving him and that just looking at his face reminded her of something terrible. But now, this new theory...

He wasn't sure. He was never the smartest guy in the room, he couldn't be sure. He looked at Namjoon but pressed his lips. It wasn't the sort of thing he should ask his hyung, no, it was the sort of thing he should be sure by himself. Because he knew her, and them together.

The bathroom door opened and Leah came out with wet hair, drying it with a towel. Her eyes locked with his immediately while she walked and after a couple of seconds, she forced herself to look away. She had to be strong, no matter how she felt.

"It's stained with ink from my tatau," she extended the clothes to Ella, who got up from her chair to take them.

Jungkook looked away and closed his eyes; Leah had purposefully stayed on Namjoon's side so she wouldn't come near him.

"Oh don't worry about it, it's not important," Ella answered, dismissing the black stains entirely. She was way more concerned about her. "Did you eat?"

"No," she murmured, looking down. "I'll try, though," she added. She felt unworthy but Ella prepared it on purpose, she couldn't dismiss it like that.

Ella smiled, hopeful. The talk with Aaden had worked wonders.

Leah returned to the room, closing the door behind her. She stared at the food, then felt crushing anxiety crawl inside her — she had nowhere to go. She should free the clinic room, she was physically fine, but she couldn't go back home. She wouldn't feel comfortable and didn't want to make Namjoon or Jungkook uncomfortable. She wanted to ask Ella to stay with her, but she feared Ella would worry too much. Maybe she should ask Aaden.