Me And The Devil

A sanctuary of shadows

hello, guys, hope you are enjoying the storyline. Actually, I am very new in my writing journey, I am trying; hope you would ignore the little mistakes.
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Ok, time to update this part .......
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"Are you fine, Jungkook? How are you feeling now? ", her desperation lacing voice brings a satisfiction in his twisted mind.

He nods his head weakly, "I am fine yn , it's nothing."

" How could you get into accident, I can't believe. I thought you are enough sensible, but no, just for little misunderstanding you decided to leave out of home at that midnight."
The frustration she had been keeping in her mind is poured out . 

He stands up , stretching his arms, " look, I am absolutely fine ,miss foody . "

He steps so close to her that her back collides with the cold wall .
Him trapping her between his strong arms makes her look so tiny," you look sexy when you are angry ", a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Her eyes flew open to meet with his , the grin never leaves his handsome face. His playful words making her little heart flutter. He doesn't break the eye contact, she can realize the heat building up in her body, his closeness inducing a desire into her , the crimson hue of her chubby cheeks is a reminder.
The intensifying moment  gets violated with presence of doctor.

She pushes him lightly, managing to come out of his trap .

- " seems like you are fine, Mr .jeon . "

Jungkook replying in yes, continues his check up ; but here, yn feels like she could just hide somewhere. The embarrassment is undeniable she is feeling right now though the doctor decided to ignore how they both were in that moment.

She keeps her hand over heart, scolding her heart in lower voice, " hey, stupid, just stop being so fast ! You never had been like that . "
Her conversation gets halted by Jungkook,

    " Let's go, miss foody , I want to show you something. "

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The more she is going the more her mind gets tangled with unwanted fear despite her unwavering trust in Jungkook. She yearns to ask him why they are here in this densed forest but decides not to ,If he gets hurt again by her words like last night.

Their journey abrupts with the discovery of a beautiful garden . The serenity of the bed of white roses welcomes them,the cold air of surrounding filled with the sweet fragrance of roses .

Her unnecessary fear dissipated , replaced by a sense of relief.She can't help but just want to facepalm herself for her  misunderstanding ,yet  at the same time she is grateful for her decision not to ask Jungkook any foolish questions.Her eyes is filling with curiousity, seeking explanation why she is brought here .

  Jungkook remains silent, his gaze unwavering as he steps into the garden & offers her his hand to hold . She helds his hand to follow him wherever he leads him .

" it's my comfort place, whenever I feel restless,I come here . This sea of white roses welcomes me every time I am here with peace . Do you feel the same ? Can you feel the peace, yn ? "

Every petals of the white roses holding a secret, behind the serenity they are holding, a dark service of evilness is engraved in their roots . The roses are  dancing with the breezing blow of air soothing their soul , her eyes are closed while Jungkook can't help but drowning into her beauty .

The purity she holds pulling him even more , his eyes deny to get away . Feeling his eyes on her, yn turns to him . She doesn't say anything rather she just pierces her gaze into his soul , trying to interpret his expression. The admiration he is holding for her in his eyes cannot be unseen by her .

She tries to compete with him , looking into his soul but his dedication makes hard for her to keep up the eye contact. She fails , hence , turning her gaze again toward the flowers,
" is it your hobby, Jungkook? "

" Hobby? Uhu, it was a necessity when I was being destroyed by my own . "

Yn startles listening to his reply, the gravity in his words is prominent , " necessity? "

" The storms in my head had been destroying the garden my soul holds , hence I decided to keep a little trace of the garden that I once used to behold . "

His words are unexpected, something else beneath all these words, she can sense a deep-seated pain behind his calm demeanor,  she takes a long breath before telling,

" But, I can still see the garden of purity , the innocence that you are holding in your soul, jeon ." She turns again to meet his eyes this time with a determination, " i don't know Jungkook what you are going through, but all I know you are the most kind soul I have ever met . "
A wistful smile acrosses his handsome face. She wanted to reach out to him offering him support as well as comfort.

" I did once try to have a garden , don't know where was the mistake but I did fail . Trying to break the awkward environment she continues,
" what kind of fertilizer do you use, jeon ? "
They continue walking through the path in between the garden .

" Have you ever been to a graveyard? "

Jungkook askes her in his monotone . Yn stops in her track finding something off in his aura after last night .

" You didn't reply, miss foody ? "

She nods in affirmation, " I have" .

" Did you notice the trees in graveyard are the healthiest ones, how the flowers bloom so vibrantly like they have got all they needed."

" So true , so ? "

" It means the best you can nourish them with the nutrition they need which they get from the dead body we bury in graveyard. "

The wind starts to pick up and dark clouds gather, threatening rain.They decide to run towards nearby house, ending the conversation abruptly.

Their quick steps following over the graveyard which has been concocted by Jungkook to create the fake serenity of his dark soul.

The white roses holding the darkest secret of each soul , the lamention of souls burying here to feed the roses to grow with resilience.
The so called garden , actually nothing but a place of mourning , served as macabre metaphor for the nourishment that sustained him .