Healing Presence's

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The next morning, Jungkook had everything planned to the smallest detail, just like he had decided the night before.

After breakfast, they roamed through the heart of London, hand in hand, strolling lazily along the cobblestone streets, soaking in the soft morning air. Their fingers intertwined, fitting perfectly, as if they belonged only there.

"Let's go there," Jungkook suddenly said, tugging Y/N gently towards a small, serene building tucked away in a quiet street.

“Jungkook… where are we going?” she asked, her eyes scanning the soft white walls adorned with affirmation boards, each one whispering silent encouragements—‘You are enough.’ ‘It’s okay to start over.’ The place radiated warmth.

In the center, there was a wooden desk, a rolling chair behind it, and two simple wooden chairs facing it. Small potted plants sat on windowsills and hung in woven ropes along the walls, adding a sense of peace and life to the space.

“We’re here for you, sweetheart. Just wait a minute, you’ll know,” Jungkook said as he guided her to sit on a cozy sofa hidden from immediate view. His hand lingered on her back, rubbing it softly before stepping away.

A few moments passed before the door opened and a woman, probably in her thirties, stepped in with a soft smile.

“Hello, Mrs. Dalton,” Jungkook greeted her, his handshake firm but his tone respectful.

“Mr. Jeon, it’s a pleasure. Please, take a seat,” she replied warmly.

He motioned Y/N to join him, gently holding her hand as they sat in front of Mrs. Dalton.

“Hello, Mrs. Jeon. I know Mr. Jeon didn’t tell you why you’re here, so let me introduce myself,” Mrs. Dalton said, her tone gentle. “I am a therapist. You can call me Mrs. Dalton. And we’re here to talk—not to judge, not to fix you, but to listen.”

Y/N’s face paled. Her heart thudded. She understood now. She was here… for therapy.

Her fingers clenched Jungkook’s tightly.

(—Time Skip—)

Y/N spoke to Mrs. Dalton, haltingly at first, but eventually, the walls she had built around her heart started to crack. Mrs. Dalton’s words weren’t probing; they were simply… human. By the end, Y/N wasn’t fixed—but she wasn’t crumbling anymore either. She was… breathing.

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Back at the hotel…

The silence between them wasn’t heavy. Jungkook didn’t push. Y/N didn’t talk. But his presence was constant, hovering protectively like a shield.

After freshening up, Y/N lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Her mind was swirling, thoughts heavy.

She didn’t notice Jungkook returning from the bathroom until his warm hand rested on hers, the hand she had absentmindedly kept on her stomach. She flinched slightly.

Jungkook immediately retreated, sighing softly.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I should have told you about the therapy beforehand. I… I just wanted you to have someone else to talk to, apart from me.”

His voice was careful, cautious, as if afraid his words might crack her further.

Y/N turned her face towards him. His eyes held so much concern. She scanned his face—those worried eyes, his slightly damp hair, the way his lips were pressed into a thin line.

Suddenly, she couldn’t hold it in. She lunged forward, burying herself in his chest as sobs wrecked through her.

Jungkook’s arms wrapped around her instantly, his hand cradling her head, the other rubbing her back in slow circles.

“Sshh, baby. I’ve got you. I’m here, always,” he whispered into her hair, his lips brushing against her temple.

Five minutes passed. Her sobs turned into sniffles. She pulled back slightly, her puffy eyes locking onto his.

“Thank you, Jungkook… for everything.” Her voice was raw, sincere, and so fragile.

His heart ached.

“You don’t need to thank me for loving you, sweetheart. You’re mine. You don’t ever have to be alone in this,” he said, brushing his thumb along her tear-streaked cheek.

“I’m hungry,” she mumbled suddenly, making him pause.

He blinked, confused. “What?”

“I’m hungry,” she repeated, her tone innocent, lips trembling into a pout.

A laugh escaped Jungkook’s lips before he could stop it. “Aigoo, my sweetheart’s tummy is complaining now?”

But his teasing earned him a playful slap on his chest. “Don’t laugh at me!”

“I would never,” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead, gently wiping her cheeks with his sleeve. “Alright, alright. Let me go and bring you your feast, princess.”

She let him go, waving her hand like a queen dismissing her loyal subject. He chuckled as he left.

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Later…

He returned with her favorite dishes, carefully placing them on the table.

“Oh wow!” Y/N’s eyes gleamed, her face lighting up at the sight. She sat beside him eagerly.

Without asking, she took a portion and served him. “You’ll eat with me,” she said, leaving no room for negotiation.

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled, letting her feed him first before he did the same for her.

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Next Morning…

For the first time, Y/N woke up before him. The soft rays of sunlight streamed through the curtains, and Jungkook’s sleeping face was serene, boyish even. She traced his cheek with her fingertip, tenderly pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Mrs. Dalton’s words echoed in her mind:
“You already have the cure, dear. Love him back. Let him love you.”

She made up her mind.

Getting out of bed quietly, she took her time getting ready. She wore a beautiful dress, did light makeup that enhanced her natural beauty, and when she looked into the mirror, she smiled—genuinely.

Jungkook stirred awake, his hand reaching out to her side of the bed, only to find it empty. He sat up, rubbing his eyes groggily.

“Y/N?” His voice was still hoarse from sleep.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, his breath hitched.

His doe eyes followed her from head to toe, drinking in her beauty. His lips parted slightly in awe.

“You’re awake?” she asked, her lips curling into a soft smile.

He hummed, but his eyes never left her. He stood up, closing the space between them in slow, deliberate steps. His gaze was filled with nothing but admiration… and love.

“My sweetheart… You’re breathtaking,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N’s cheeks flushed as she lowered her gaze, flustered.

“Go freshen up now,” she mumbled, her heart pounding.

Jungkook smiled, patting her head softly. “You’re really dangerous for me, you know that?” he whispered teasingly before heading into the bathroom.

But not before stealing one more glance at his precious wife—the woman who was slowly, but surely, choosing to live again.

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