Flim Out || Jeon Jungkook ff

Chasing a dream

"Tell me that you're still mine.
Tell me that we'll be just fine.
Even when I lose my mind
I need to say,
Tell me that it's not my fault.
Tell me that I'm all you want.
Even when I break your heart"

Sitting on the deck of the their ship jungkook glanced at his wrist watch. It was past 11 pm now. The officers of Boston Navy had already looked around their ship and were done with heir dinner. Yet they haven't left. They were now talking about their visions and all regarding their duties over a cup of coffee. Everyone were relaxed as they talked except jungkook. Who couldn't help but get anxious. He was still worried over the fact of someone discovering y/n's existence on the ship. Also he was feeling guilty of keeping her locked like this. But there's nothing to do. They are supposed to leave at tomorrow night. He just needs to be cautious for a little longer. Then everything will fall back to its rightful place. Where it should be.

Sitting on the bed of the dimmly lit room while hugging her knees y/n aimlessly stared at the ocean. More precisely at the reflection of the full moon. Staring at it's reflection she couldn't help but wonder if moon and sea could go hand in hand together anymore. Moon which radiates the symbol hope was together with the reason of her distress. No- this vile sea doesn't deserves this celestial moon. The way she didn't deserve him. Everything would have been better if she hadn't challenged her misfate. Everything would have been Only if she had accepted her misfate. Everything would have been better if she had accepted what she had then perhaps her relationship with jungkook wouldn't have been on the verge of breaking. Only if she had been sane enough then she wouldn't have agreed to challenge her fate
by following his words which he had said to save her.

Jungkook entered their house and was greeted with the usual darkness and quite rooms. Unlike before his house wasn't brightened up with lights. Unlike before he wasn't greeted with the smell of vanilla that comes from the scented candles that y/n always uses. Unlike before he couldn't hear her voice anymore. How many days it has been like this? Y/n didn't knew that. Neither she cared. But ask jungkook. He knows. Cause he has counted every single minute since the incident took place. He has watched how the colours keeps draining away from the face of his wife with each minute. He has seen how her eyes which always greeted him with warmth was barely meeting his anymore. He has seen how she had been losing the will to do anything by each minute. He has seen it all. And just like everyday he felt helpless today as well. He yearned to look at her eyes. To hold her. to hear her voice. Anything. He just wanted her to say anything. Even if it meant blaming him. Even if it meant hating him. He just wanted her to talk. To let her feelings out. He wanted her to cry , to scream at him, anything. Just do something y/n.... anything. He was desperate to do anything to get his y/n back. Cause he feared. He feared that he'll never be able to save her if he let her keep going like this.

It was hopeless, he knew yet while holding the door knob of their bedroom, he couldn't help but pray to see her doing anything except zoning out while staring at the wall. He prayed..but he quickly realised that his prayers failed. No- she wasn't staring at the wall. Infact the room didn't even have her petite figure in it anymore, making him anxious. Gulping he immediately walked towards the bathroom door to check if she was there. Twisting the door knob he opened it hesitantly and saw her. There was his wife y/n, on the bathtub. Staring at the window aimlessly. The mirrors and glass walls of the washroom were all fogged up, clearing telling jungkook that she indeed had been here for a while now. Sighing he walked in and stood behind her. His eyes met hers on the reflection at the window for a split second before she lowered her gaze. She wasn't looking at him yet Jungkook helplessly stood there hoping that she'll say something to him. But she didn't. Not a single word. At it was the moment where he decided to make a reckless decision. Pulling the stool closer towards the edge of the bathtub, he sat on it.p He then rolled of his sleeves up to his elbow and glanced back at the window to see her. The sad eyes which didn't even shred a single tear anymore was still focused on the water of the tub. He clearly knew what he was about to say. And he also knew that maybe it wasn't the right time. But at this point he was willing to do anything, anything to save her from drowning. So he shurgged that rational hesitation away and picked up the hand shower. Turning the faucet on ,he brought the shower head closer to her hair and started to message her scalp with his other hand. He carefully moved the shower head from the top of her head to the ends gently while he observed her gaze through the window. He could see that her eyes had scrunched up. Some of the water bids were trailing down from her forhead, wetting her cheeks. So he moved his palms upto her forehead, to bring her hair back. And it was only then when he heard a small sob escaping her lips through the suppressed sounds of hiccups making his hands halt. And before he could react he saw her hiding her face between her palms as she broke into tears. The tears that she had been holding all these times were streaming down her cheeks miserably . And no matter how hard she tried, she wasn't able to muffle them anymore. Her hiccups echoed through the walls making him shudder. She was crying. Didn't he want her to let her feelings out? Didn't he thought that it will feel better this way? Then why did his heart felt like getting ripped apart now? Why was it getting harder for him to breathe? Why wasn't't he able to open his mouth and speak the words he had planned on saying? Why has his mind gone shut? His chest was tightening making him unable to focus on anything when he heard her saying.