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

Sleepless night

Standing Infront of window she was blanky staring at the dark sky.
Tears were silently flowing down her eyes.
Jiah:"It is last time mom."
She whispered with her hollow eyes.
Jiah:"it's the last time I'm crying for him mom. So don't be sad okay ?"
Brushing hand through her hair she smiled, smile of excurciation.
Jiah:"I will move on from Jungkook. I will cage my love for him in the secret, quiet corner of my heart, because I can never eliminate my feelings for him."
She wiped her tears, but the next moment they again slipped down her pink cheeks.
Jiah:"But don't worry mom. I will lock my love in a corner and it will never come out again. Never."
She said as if she was talking to her mom.
Jiah:"I will......not be stuck on him.....anymore."
A whisper escaped her soft lips.
The pain in her chest increased and she leaned back on the wall, gradually slipping down to crouch on carpeted floor.
Clenching her fists on her trousers she cried, loud and ugly. It was last time. It really was last time.
Jiah:"I give up on you Jungkook . I give up on you."
She murmured in between her hard sobs.
Her tears flowed like a river, carrying the weight of her shattered dreams and broken heart.
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Shifting on his feet restlessly he once again knocked on the door of master bedroom. He was continuously brushing his hand through his hair, because of anxiousness that was invading his senses due to nightmare he had a few minutes ago.
Jungkook:"Yn, love !"
He once again called you.
Finally, the door opened and you came in his view.
At that moment, he swore it felt as if he got his breath back. It was like someone poured cold water on fire burning in his chest. His heart thumped hard, and his nerves started calming down a little. He breathed out in relief.
You frowned after seeing him at midnight.
And he didn't seem too well either, his hair were dishevelled, eyes were red, swollen and there were very vivid expressions of pain etched on his face.
Without wasting another moment he dashed towards you and wrapped you in his arms, without giving you a chance to understand anything. You gasped and held on his shoulder from sudden hug.
His veiny arms clenched you in them, softly but protectively, carefully but desperately and he placed a few kisses on your crown, nuzzling his nose in your hair and inhaling your scent to take deep breaths, as if it was oxygen needed for him to breathe.
You could feel a little trembling of his masculine body that made you frown. Was he okay ?
Jungkook:"Love."
He breathed out. As soon as you were in his arms it felt as if his thirst of thousand years was quenched.
Pulling a little away, he placed his veiny hand on your cheek and his other arm was still strongly wrapped around your petite waist. His deep orbs gazed in your almond ones, frantically.
Yn:"What happened ?"
Jungkook:"I-"
He swallowed to speak properly.
But you noticed something, his hand was warmer than usual. Did he have fever ?
Jungkook:"I saw a nightmare."
He almost whispered. You frowned.
Yn:"What did you see ?"
A shiver of fear ran through him at the thought of it and he immediately shook his head slightly to get rid of that thought.
You felt how his grip around your waist tightened even more.
Jungkook:"Let's not talk about that please."
He looked futile. Very much distressed.
Yn:"Are you okay ?"
Jungkook (gulping):"I-i can I sleep here ?"
You were taken aback.
Yn:"Huh but-"
Jungkook:"love please! Just for tonight ! I promise I won't disturb your sleep....I just....want to be in the same room as you. Please."
You looked at him for a moment, he looked really unwell, as if he was severely disturbed, moreover he seemed to have a bit of fever.
You nodded.
He sighed in relief and put his forehead against yours, with closed eyes, to calm himself down.
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"The number you dialled isn't answering."
Same answer for the nth time. Mr shin sighed and looked at Mrs shin who patted his hand in assurance.
Mrs shin:"I'm sure she has slept that's why she's not responding to your calls. Look at time, it's already midnight."
Mr Shin released yet another despair sigh. He had been attempting to call Jiah but she wasn't attending it. They thought it was because jiah had slept but actually her phone was on silent and she didn't know about Mr shin calling her.
Mr shin:"Is she fine.....now ?"
Mrs Shin:"Don't worry honey. I told you she is moving on, thanks to God. And I called Jack.......he said she was doing quite well."
Mr Shin:"hmm."
He leaned back on the couch, closing his eyes and rubbing his temple. One thing for sure, he wasn't going to be blessed with sleep that night and it was same for Mrs shin.
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He was unable to sleep. There was that sudden restlessness that invaded his senses, and no matter how much he tried he couldn't bait an eyelid. You were sleeping on bed, and he was on mattress beside bed. Your calm breaths echoing in the silence of this room was only thing keeping him sane that moment.
Exhaling quietly but heavily he tried to assure himself.
Jungkook:"Don't worry Jungkook, yn won't leave you. Look she even cares for me. She won't leave me. She knows I can't imagine myself without her."
He thought silently in his heart. Yes, when you felt he had slight temperature and you gave him tablet. That one deed of yours was like a shadow in dazzling sunlight for him, you cared about him that's what kept him from loosing himself at the moment.
Even after trying to console himself in everyway his insides were still so distressed due to some unknown reason.
He propped up on his elbow to glance at your sleeping face once more, that provided an instant relief to his heart, before plopping down on mattress again.
He was trying to endure that anxiousness. That nightmare had utterly disturbed him because even the thought of life without you was unimaginable for him.
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Morning
He had his hands joined behind his back excluding his authoritative posture. With his usual stern face he was walking towards your room when he saw it was slightly open. He quietly put his hand on the knob and completely opened the door just to see their aged worker, Robin, dusting the furniture and putting things on place.
He stood there silently when Robin turned around and was taken aback for a moment after seeing Mr shin standing there. He gave a slight bow to show respect.
Robin:"Good morning Mr Shin."
He nodded in return.
Mr Shin:"Good morning Robin. I see you've kept the room quite clean."
He said looking around.
Since you were gone, Robin kept your things clean and on place. He had seen you growing up, and among all the servants you were closest to Robin. He was like your elder uncle. Robin still kept your room ready in case you come back, and he really hoped you'll come even if to stay for sometime. He had idea of issues going on in the family but he was a servant afterall, he didn't dare to ask anyone, he had no right to interfere in the family's personal matters. Although he hoped everything will get solved soon.
Robin:"Yes, I have. This room and this house misses her."
He said, oblivious to the seriousness of matter.
Mr shin sighed. A hurt sigh.
Mr shin:"You're right. Everything and everyone here misses her."
He mumbled but Robbin heard it. He wanted to ask if you would come but he kept quiet, not knowing if he should ask or not.
Mr Shin:"Can you please make a coffee for me."
Robin:"Sure sir."
He made his way out and Mr shin was left alone in the room.
He strolled around and saw a canvas that was covered with cloth. He had always appreciated how good of an artist you were though he never really complimented you at your face. That's how he was. A not so expressive person.
Walking towards it, he slowly removed the cover from canvas and there was it, his portrait. Your signs on the corner.
He remembered your conversation with him.
Yn:"your birthday is coming soon."
Mr Shin:"And you must be thinking about some unique gift already."
You smiled.
Yn:"I have already decided it dad. It will be different than all the precious ones."
He chuckled lowly.
Mr Shin (sipping on his tea):"Let's see what it is."

When he remembered that, his heart ached.
He caressed the painting before taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes slightly. A deep sigh, painful sigh, left his lips.
After thinking for the whole night he had reached to a conclusion about what to do ahead.
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