HIS LOVE FROM HEAVEN | HALAL FF| JJK

Part 29

( One week had passed, yet Jungkook hadn't emerged from his room. He lay on his bed, clutching Nehal's scarf to his chest, tears staining the fabric. His once lively presence had been replaced by a haunting stillness, his sorrow palpable in the dimly lit room. He stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in memories of Nehal, unable to shake the overwhelming sense of loss that consumed him. Each passing moment seemed to deepen the ache in his heart, leaving him in a state of utter despair. Mr Jeon observed his son's withdrawn state, barely speaking or eating. Each attempt to engage Jungkook in conversation met with silence or a distant gaze. Mr. Jeon spent restless nights, troubled by Jungkook's profound grief and his own inability to ease his son's pain. He sought advice from family and friends, hoping for guidance on how to support Jungkook through this difficult time. Every passing hour weighed heavily on Mr. Jeon, his worry growing as he watched Jungkook withdraw further into his sorrow)

Mr Jeon: "Yes, doctor i understood everything."

( He cut the call with a relief expression as min-ji asked him who he was talking to)

Min-ji: "Mr. Jeon, who were you talking to?"

(Min-Ji asked gently, her voice tinged with worry. Mr. Jeon sighed, his expression reflecting a mix of sadness and determination.

Mr Jeon: "Jungkook needs help, Min-Ji. He's struggling to cope with Nehal's death, and I'm worried about him. A psychologist might be able to help him work through his grief and find a way forward."

(Min-Ji nodded understandingly, though she too felt the weight of Jungkook's pain)

Min-ji: "I hope it helps him."

( she said sincerely, her thoughts drifting to Jungkook's fragile state)

Mr Jeon: "I'm going out for an important work, just handle everything here."

Min-ji: "Sure, sir."

(As Mr. Jeon left the house, Jungkook emerged from his room, clutching Nehal's scarf tightly in his hands. His eyes were filled with a mixture of sadness and determination as he prepared to head towards the garden. Min-Ji, noticing his departure, approached him with concern in her voice)

Min-ji: "Oppa, where are you going?"

(As Jungkook walked towards the garden, Nehal's scarf wrapped around his hand, he found himself drawn to the familiar sights and scents that reminded him of her. The garden, once a place of shared moments and whispered conversations, now felt both comforting and achingly empty without her. He stopped near the rose bushes where Nehal usually stood admiring them and inhaling the scent of roses. As he started digging a hole beneath the rose bushes, Min-Ji watched him with a mix of curiosity and concern. She approached him cautiously, unsure of what he was doing but sensing the intensity of his emotions)

Min-ji: "What are you doing?"

(He continued digging, his movements methodical yet driven by an unseen purpose. He didn't respond immediately, focused on the task at hand. The earth gave way beneath his shovel, revealing layers of soil and roots)

Min-ji: "Oppa, please, talk to me. What are you looking for?"

(He paused, his gaze fixed on the ground. He took a deep breath before finally speaking, his voice raw with emotion)

Jungkook: "I... I need to bury something here."

(he said quietly, his words barely above a whisper. Min-Ji's heart sank as she realized the significance of what Jungkook was doing. She knew he was grappling with grief in his own way)

Min-ji: "Is it... for Nehal Unnie?"

(She asked softly, her voice trembling slightly. Jungkook nodded silently, unable to meet her gaze. He continued digging, the rhythm of his movements steady yet laden with sorrow)