Rebellion (KaiStal f.f)

Ch. 23

[Soojung's POV]

[9 months later]

How long has it been since I felt his arms around me? My hands tremble in my lap as Dad drives our family to the highest-level court in South Korea for the first testimony trial regarding my kidnapping.

Oh, I'm so anxious to see him again. Since that night, I haven't been able to receive any news about his health, for Kim Jongun refuses to give any information away about Jongin.

Dad pulls into the front lot of the Courthouse and steps on the brakes. Right on the second we drive in, a swarm of reporters surround the car and tap on the windows.

"Soojung, you'll do so great."

"Baby girl, fighting."

"My daughter... I'll be waiting for your win."

I nod and move my hands to the door latch. Watching the reporters back away from the door to give me room to get out of the vehicle, I swing the door open and reveal my legs first. Then out comes the rest of my body, covered in a stylish white top and dress pants.

"MISS JUNG!" All the reporters swarm me as I step foot into the ground. I swear to God, I will kill all of you with my sleek, black heels just to meet Jongin.

Shutting the vehicle door, I manage to somehow push people away and avoid all the cameras in my face. One of the men accidentally run into my shoulder and I kind of wince in pain.

It's not quite completely healed, yet.

Angry that these people are just here to hear me tell them things so they can earn viewers and that they don't even care about my wellbeing, I clench my hand into a fist.

I'm about to punch someone right now.

"Miss Jung, welcome." Lawyer Hyeon greets me with her warm smile as I finally make it to the entrance. "He's waiting for you inside." She leads me through the glass doors, which are guarded by national guards.

Inside, the huge lobby with a fountain in the middle greets me with warmth but frustration at the same time. I could lose my life here.

In the scene, I see two professional-looking men standing by a young man who's sitting down on one of the benches... He looks... not well.

"Jongin!" I drop by bag on the floor and race towards him even with heels on. My doctor advised that I not run and walk too much for my thigh is not completely healed yet.

Yeah, why am I even wearing heels in the first place?

I stop right in front of him, realizing how close we are. His face and whole body looks so pale... so unnourished. The muscles and some fat that he had months ago are now long gone; he's lost about 20 pounds. And the eyes of his that I had loved so much... they're drooping with bags and a tint of red under them.

"Let's leave them alone for a minute..." one of the men back off and the other follows.

Grabbing my arm for support, he slowly gets himself onto his feet and he supports his back with his other hand. I put my arms on his sides just incase he's about to fall or even faint.

"You're okay..." Jongin croaks, chuckling to himself as his eyes shed tears. Still keeping his left hand on my arm, he reaches up with his free hand. The dry limb brushes my wet cheek and wipes the tears away.

I'm speechless.

"...You're okay..." he whispers and kisses me right in front of the entrance to the room where one of us will lose this battle.