make way // jjk

5

"Who's there?"

It was barely a croak. Nothing like the usual angelic voice that lured girls like moths to a light you were used to.

You felt tears in yours eyes as you rushed towards him, arms stretched out, and you wrap yourself around him on the bed. What happened?

He didn't move. Feeling a little rejected, you pulled back to look at his stubbly face and saw no expression on it nor in his glassy eyes.

"My imagination is getting better... I think I remember the logo of her grey hoodie now..." he murmured to himself in that dangerously low and rough voice, sounding broken.

"What's wrong? Jungkook? Jungkook!" you were shaking him, seeing his head rattle and his eyes suddenly open wide.

"You're really here?" his gaze, now more sharp and focused, roamed your body over and over again, seeming to marvel at your appearance in his room. He still hadn't shifted from his spot on the bed at all.

You yanked the covers off him, neither of you caring how the Hulk's green face was now on the floor (the Hulk was Jungkook's idol, second only to the combined first of Iron Man and G-Dragon), and you holding his face between your hands.

"Jungkook."

"She's really here," he said under his breath.

"What happened?" a sudden sharp intake on breath could be heard from him. It was a few moments before he visibly relaxed again.

"You never replied to my calls." That sounded accusatory. And the guilt that was already nearly overwhelming you suddenly came back full force, looming over you and twirling its evil moustache, threatening you to cry again.

You sniffed. "I'm sorry." His eyes caught onto the action and he just suddenly moved. Pulled you into a one-arm hug and buried your head in his chest.

"Did you know how worried I was?" his voice was still so hoarse, it must have been painful for him to talk. But he wasn't okay, and although you didn't know why, you stayed still in his embrace until his breathing had slowed from its race with his heartbeat, which was still hammering in chest against your cheek.

You whispered against him, "Hey, it's okay, I'm here."

"Yeah, I know." At that tone, you pulled away and looked up at him. He looked so sober.

"I promise. I'll stay. I promise I'll never leave you again." He stared into your eyes, some deep emotion in his eyes. "Well, maybe I'll make that promise as soon as you shower and get that 3-day-old smell off you."

He offered a tiny smile.

At least there was hope.