[COMPLETED] ENDURING LOVE (JIKOOK)

23; Shared Secrets

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JIMIN

Soft strokes on my face stir me up from my slumber. The sleep is still so heavy that I can't bring myself to open my eyes.

The gentle touches feel like a comforting embrace, luring me back into the warmth of sleep. I feel fingers tracing my features, tenderly brushing over my bangs. It's a familiar touch, one that brings a sense of security.

But then, like a bolt of lightning, memories from last night strike me. Fear grips my heart as I remember the events that unfolded.

What if this isn't Jungkook? What if it's the intruder? Panic sets in, my mind racing with terrifying possibilities.

I'm paralyzed with fear, unable to move or speak. But then, a voice cuts through the darkness, pulling me back to reality.

"I know you're awake, baby. Why do you still pretend to sleep?" It's Jungkook, his voice like a lifeline in the midst of chaos.

Relief floods through me, washing away the fear and uncertainty. Taking a deep breath, I finally open my eyes, greeted by the sight of his handsome face.

He's lying beside me, his hand still caressing my face with a tenderness that melts away my fears. His smile is like sunshine after a storm, filling me with warmth and reassurance.

"Good morning, my lovely Jiminie," he says, his voice filled with love. "Did you sleep well?" His words soothe my frazzled nerves, grounding me in the present moment.

But just as I begin to relax, a wave of nausea washes over me, overwhelming and all-consuming. Without a second thought, I slip out of bed and stagger to the bathroom, barely making it in time before the inevitable happens.

Bile rises in my throat, burning and bitter, as my body convulses with each retch. Tears prick at my eyes, mingling with the bile and saliva that drip from my lips.

It's a violent and agonizing ordeal, leaving me weak and trembling on the bathroom floor. As the nausea subsides, I'm left with a hollow emptiness and a lingering sense of dread. 

Despite the tumultuous start to the morning, Jungkook's concerned expression shifts to alarm as he watches me rush to the bathroom. The comfort and security his presence had instilled in me moments ago vanishes, replaced by worry and confusion.

"Baby, what's wrong?" he questions, genuine concern etched across his face.

I glance up at him, my face pale and drawn. "I don't know," I manage to croak, my voice shaky.

The unsettling memories from last night compound with the physical distress I'm currently experiencing, creating a cocktail of fear and nausea. Jungkook rushes to my side, his worry deepening.

He crouches beside me as I kneel on the bathroom floor, still recovering from the violent retching. "Did something happen? Are you hurt?" he inquires, his hands hovering around me, unsure of how to help.

I shake my head weakly, not trusting my voice to convey the chaos within me. Jungkook's eyes search mine for answers, but I can see the worry growing in his gaze. He wraps his arms around me, offering a reassuring embrace that grounds me in the present.

"I think I just... I don't know. Maybe it's stress or something," I admit, feeling vulnerable and exposed.

He strokes my hair gently, his touch a stark contrast to the earlier moments of serenity. "Let's get you back to bed," he suggests, helping me stand. Jungkook's support is unwavering, and I'm grateful for his presence.