The Only One || Jungkook

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Seoul, South Korea. 4 am

The room went cold after she left, and his heart started beating differently all of a sudden. It felt heavier on his chest, as it sank deeper in his body as time went by and it made all of his senses go numb almost instantly.

Supporting his weight on the wall behind him, his head fell back. He didn't want to think about what happened and what he did, but suddenly all the thoughts of a future he never thought he wanted started showing up in his head, in front of him, as if a movie was rolling in front of his eyes. Everything that could've been, showing up in his eyes, torturing himself with the images of what happiness would be like if things had been different, if only they had met in different circumstances.

All the smiles she gave him, the short cuddly moments they lived together, the softness of her skin, the taste of her lipstick when he kissed her that night... All of it vanished. All of that was replaced by her eyes trying to hold back the tears, her trembling lips fighting to get her words to be pronounced properly, and the pain that was coating every single one of them.

If only he hadn't been as selfish, and had allowed her to leave on time, maybe neither of them would be suffering as much.

—Sir.

Called out by the male voice coming from the entrance door, Jungkook turned his body fast, trying to hide his face while he wiped the tears away with the reverse of his hand. He got his phone from the bed, putting it inside his pocket again, before he turned to the door and faced the man that was calling for his attention.

—Mr. Kim is here —he let him know.

Jungkook nodded, motioning for him to let Namjoon pass. His lungs were filled with air that soon would leave as he tried to control his breathing again and make that knot in his throat disappear.

—I know how you're feeling —his deep voice tried to sound relieving, but to him it just was filled with false empathy.

—No, you don't —he sighed—. And I don't need you to know either.

—You did the right thing anyway —Namjoon's hand fell over his shoulder, in a reassuring gesture—. Not only for the family, but for her as well.

Without saying a thing, he huffed, finding it annoying how Namjoon found the way to make his choice about the family. If it had only been for Bangtan, and his father's legacy, he probably would've found a solution, just like he did when he gave up on Busan to keep the relations with the Choi family. He didn't care in the slightest about any of that, not when her life was in danger and he couldn't keep playing around with nothing.

—Unfortunately, the people we care about are always our biggest problem —Namjoon mentioned—. We see them as a source of strength, but others see it as a weakness, the best spot to attack. We can't be too attached to anyone, unless we want them to be in danger. It's the life we have to live.

—I know —he nodded—. We still made a deal.

Jungkook lifted his eyes from the ground, setting them on Namjoon's before he turned his whole body to him again.

He knew Jungkook would bring up the conversation they had back in the Watchtower. Although he insisted on separating them both for their respective protection, he was still hesitant of moving away from her.

"She can count on one of Jimin's men to take care of her. She'll be safe" that was Namjoon's promise.

—Jimin is already aware —he assured—. As soon as she lands in Mallorca, she'll have someone watching her every move.

—Namjoon, if something happens to her...

—I know —he nodded—. If something happens to her while you two are away from each other, we'll go on with your plan. But, for now, I need you to keep as much distance as you're able to. You can't contact her, you can't send people her way to get to know how she's doing. For you, she's dead. She hasn't ever existed, and you have never claimed her. Remember it's her life that you're risking.