Far Cry | JJK x OC

Chapter 73 // Catching up

She smiled, leaning into his touch, "You are mine, aren't you?"

"Body and soul," he didn't hesitate, bowing to reach closer, but she moved ever so slightly back.

"And you wouldn't forget that, right?" He shook his head, eyes half-hooded and fixed on her curved lips. "No matter who could catch us or get to us?"

He looked up, his desire taking a back seat, "You mean Noah?"

Jungkook faced the first rays of dawn as he sat up on the bed. His expression was rigid, the same as his whole body as he rubbed his eyes. In the dark of his eyelids, he could recall Leah's shoulders slouching and the traces of apprehension. He remembered the fire burning in his gut, filling him with certainty as he told her, To all of them, no matter who, there's only one answer: I'm yours.

It was the truth and it would keep on being so. His very blood carried it in every heartbeat — he loved her with every cell in his body and he would never stop being hers.

He pushed a deep breath out, trying to focus on those powerful feelings rather than letting the anger and guilt overthrow him. Even sleeping felt useless, but he knew Aaden was right — some shut-eye was imperative if he wanted to be fresh to get her back.

He searched for his phone, finding it under her pillow which he had hugged to sleep. There was no news from Lamar, but it had only been four hours. He wasn't giving up yet. He had been thinking about it — he'd go by himself to Bad Town and root that bastard out if he had to.

He fell back on the bed with a sigh and hugged her pillow again. He was hurt when Hobi had almost kicked him out of the clinic the night before.

"You need to go home and rest," he had voiced with stern eyes. "If you stay here, you'll only worry about Jin and you need a time out."

Jungkook tried telling him he couldn't go to their bed without her, he'd feel miserable, but Hobi had only smiled.

"Or maybe you'll remember what's important and actually rest."

His hyung was right, as usual.

As soon as he arrived, pissed at everything and with adrenaline still in his system, he remembered something that had him running to a nearby chest of drawers. He knew where she kept her things and he wouldn't have ever touched them, but it was an emergency. It didn't take long to find it; his eyes immediately set on her inside the drawer next to some dry blue flowers. She was smiling right at him.

He caressed the ripped edge of the photo, staring at it as he held onto her pillow, breathing it in. It was silly, maybe even pathetic, but those little things gave him what he needed. Not that he could forget for a second what she looked or smelled like, but they were tangible objects that he could use to ground himself and not break into a raging mess.

They were the only reason he had been able to sleep. There had been so much hurt at the time they found that photo — Leah had killed someone to protect him and little did they know that man was one of the people looking for her on behalf of Noah. That event had shaken their worlds and woken them up to the violence and reality of their circumstance, and now, it was all different. They both had killed and done things they couldn't have imagined then and now, it seemed all so... seamless. Of course, she would kill to protect him. It was kill or be killed. And he would do the same; he would kill anyone who dared to stand in his way. He needed to hold her, to know she was safe, to see the shining green of her eyes smiling at him. He needed it to breathe.

He couldn't stay in bed. He got up, taking the photo with him as he washed his face and got ready for the day. He emptied a pocket inside his tactical vest to safely keep the photograph next to his heart and then moved out. Their things were still in the car and as he moved them back home, he organized his thoughts: he'd check on Jin and if Lamar hadn't found anything by then, then he'd meet with Aaden and get as much intel as possible.