Heart wants what it wants [Completed ✅] [ JJK × Reader ]

Can't let her go

Two days later
As usual you were in your specific area at back of house, stroking brushes on the canvas. Cold breeze and a bit of sunlight made the environment cozy. You loved it there. After giving the proper highlights on hair of the portrait you sighed and put the brush back, wiping your hands with the handkerchief. Out of nowhere a voice penetrated your ears making you flinch.
"It's beautiful."
You turned around, and were astonished to see him standing there with a beautiful smile dancing on his lips. Blinking you managed to express the shock.
Yn:"Mr Jeon?"
His smile deepened and he took a step closer, you had to look up to meet his eyes, the eyes that were drowned into you. He was standing in three piece with hands stuffed in pockets and hair set with gel. Those tattoos, piercings and naturally beautiful features all added to his glory. He was definitely handsome. The day he proposed you, you were in constant conflict of whether to tell Jiah about that or not. To your fate that day you couldn't get a chance to talk to her and the next day she had fled for Switzerland. Hence you didn't want to make her uncomfortable or anxious while she's there enjoying her vacations and kept it to yourself because it was over according to you. But you had no idea what storm was about to come.
Jungkook:"How are you ?"
He asked fondly.
You cleared throat softly and nodded.
Yn:"I'm doing fine."
His doe eyes yearningly took in your form. Only he knew how he had abstained himself from meeting you last two days.
Yn:"How come you are here ?"
You asked, baffled by his sudden presence.
He shrugged and took a step even closer to you.
A sudden, heavy gust of wind caused some strands of your hair to fall on your face and you closed your eyes. His hands acted on their own and his fingers lifted up, removing those strands from your face and tucking them behind your ear. His touch was so smooth and soft like he was touching a fluff and tender rose. You were just like that in his eyes. A tender rose. His rose. That he wanted to protect at any cost.
He felt his fingertips burning in a sweet and addictive sensation when his skin brushed against yours. A wave of warmth travelled down his spine and his heart felt overwhelmed at your closeness, thumping violently inside his chest. You automatically looked down at this. He took his hand back and slipped it back in his pocket trying his very best to not show the deteriorating condition of his whipped heart.
Jungkook:"You'll get to know why I'm here."
He stated smilingly.
You just looked at him not understanding anything.
His eyes averted to the painting and then back at you.
Jungkook:"You're so talented. Incredibly talented."
He genuinely appreciated your artwork and it did bring a slight blush on your cheeks.
Yn:"Thanks."
His smile deepened at your beautiful gesture and he felt all fuzzy inside. But his next statement left you even more surprised.
Jungkook:"Should we go inside ? My parents are here."
Yn:"Your parents ?"
He shrugged and you felt something not so good was going to happen.
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Mr Jeon took off his coat and placed it on the side with a sigh. Unbuttoning his cuffs he looked at his wife who was looking so distressed. Then his eyes averted towards the closed door of Jungkook's room. They had just come back from Mr Shin's house and he had locked himself in his room without uttering anything.
Mrs Jeon:"How could they do this ?"
She said, obviously sad.
She had liked you for his son, so much. But rejection from you made her feel bad, and Jungkook's condition after your refusal made her hurt.
She couldn't see her son like that.
Mr Jeon (sighing):"Yeobo it's not that they did anything wrong. It's totally their right to reject us if they don't want this."
He said trying to make his wife understand who nodded in response and gave him a concerned look.
Mrs Jeon:"I agree, I hold no grudge against them but I'm so worried about Jungkook. I've never seen him like this before."
Mr Jeon nodded and wrapped arm around his wife pulling her to rest her head on his chest.
Mr Jeon:"Our son will be well soon. Don't worry hmm ?"
She just exhaled deeply while her eyes again stared at Jungkook's room.
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You were pacing back and forth in kind of distress. Today Jungkook came to your house with his parents, with a marriage proposal. You had no idea that he'd go to this extent. They were all good people. You liked them. But you didn't want to marry him. None of your parents knew about Jiah's liking towards Jungkook. His parents just said that they had seen you somewhere and liked you for their son. Mr Shin appreciated it, he knew them. Jeons had a name in business world.
Mr Shin had a talk with you separately and asked your opinion on this proposal before giving any reply to Jeons. He didn't want to force his decision on his daughter. And he asserted you to give your honest decision. You refused. Yeah you refused. You wanted this matter to end there. Your father had no problem whatsoever with your decision and after dinner he politely rejected Jeons proposal.
Mr and Mrs Jeon respected it but you could vividly see how Jungkook's happy face had an immediate change. His hurt and misery was visible on his face and you couldn't even imagine the amount of pain his heart was bearing.
You didn't know why but you felt a wave of guilt travelling through your heart after remembering his devastated state. How happy he looked all day, staring at you affectionately when you didn't even bother to give him a glance but his world turned upside down at your one rejection.
You took a seat on bed and sighed, it wasn't your fault as well. You didn't have any feelings for him and you weren't to be blamed for that.... Were you.....
They had gone back and this topic was over in your house. They proposed and you rejected. That was all. You knew noone was going to tell Jiah about that because she had never taken interest in family matters. Your parents respected your opinion and chapter was closed. what you didn't know was......chapter had just started.
You released a sharp breath to relax yourself.
It's okay. Everything is alright.
..............................

A few bottles of liquor were scattered around and he was sitting on the cold floor, beside bed. He felt numb. There were red lines in his eyes and deep cracks on his heart that were witnesses of his misery. A menacing reality. That you had rejected him.
He remembered how you didn't meet his eyes after your father refused to their proposal. He knew it was you. He could sense it was you who rejected him not your father.
His hand pulled on his already dishevelled hair and he grunted in torment while a few droplets of salty water descended down his cheeks. He was on verge of end. Of his end. Without you, he couldn't bear it. He just couldn't.
Jungkook:"Whyyy ??!!"
He snarled in agony. Every vein of his body was pulsating in anguish.
His eyes darted upto your picture over his bed and his heart, still, even after being in so much pain, did a backflip after seeing you. Oh, he was totally smitten for you. Only for you. Was nothing without you.
He bit his quivering lip harshly to stop himself from breaking into wails but a loud cry erupted out of his throat, and he sobbed like a child. He wasn't someone to cry. He had never cried. But today, it was peak of pain. It was extremity of torment. The thought of loosing you was enough to stop his breaths. A pain was arising in his chest. He felt a knife was st@bbed into his heart was someone was twisting and turning it, making him feel depth of excurciation.
Looking down he threw his head back on soft mattress of bed, after taking a sip of burning liquid. The bed absorbed his tears. His breaths were getting hard as he felt himself suffocating. He couldn't let that happen. He just couldn't. His insides were trembling in suffering.
Jungkook:"I can't let you go yn. I just can't."
He whispered helplessly.
Jungkook;"No I can't. I just can't."
He muttered in insanity and sat straight, wiping his face harshly before picking up his phone.
His shivering hands opened the contacts and he dialled your number.
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