Only Strip For Me || JJK [BOOK I] ✔️

32: Soft Slumber

"No!" I screamed, embracing his knees to halt him from his further actions. I sobbed into his velvety pants, it pained me incredibly to see a life be taken. Having similar ideas once. It wasn't worth it although my life was already meaningless. I had a reason to live for, my parent's name. Certain he also had a justification, he needed to.

He didn't move at all, his voice confined, unspoken. His arms drooping to his side and his head low in defeat. I immediately stood on the bed, unhooking the circled cord from his neck, dragging his frame down onto the bed. His body sinking into the mattress, his eyes remained closed. Tears endlessly falling to the sheets. I placed the back of my hand on his forehead, radiating of heat. His breathing hefty with each intake.

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The cold towel folded against his forehead and alleviated his body heat simultaneously. His handsome face pale and lips parched. I patted the soaked strands of hairs away, sweat glistened his cheeks. I adjusted the covers along his ribcage to comfort him.

"You've been strong. You're stronger than you know it. Don't give up Mr. Jeon." I whispered.

Words that comforted me, "When you feel like giving up, just remember the reason why you held on for so long."

He was possessed of slumber, the pure side reflecting once more with his soundly expression. I recalled this morning's incident, Mr. Jeon withstanding the abuse from his so-called father, spitting brutal words that no parent should say of a sane mind. How many times his father could possibly hurt him physically, becoming into a mental issue? Tears barged into my lash line, urging to fall without my own recognition.

I contemplated with my own decisions, unsure where I would be living now that I had no home. My agreement with Mr. Jeon unclear of how long my stay with him was. It was almost a full week. A crazy one already. Perhaps it's better that I leave now; my aunt was right, I am a whore, a gold-digger. How long was I planning to live here? I needed to find a proper job even if the wage was low. Times like this emerged recollection of memories, the times my mother always handed me pocket money for enjoyment. Money was never a concern in the past, now it's become a monster destructing every part of me and everyone near me.

I wiped the useless tears and set a hand near his hairline. His temperature finally simmered down, I lifted off the bed, my weight straightened with gravity. I turned my back to leave, but a tight clutch entwined with my palm.

Startled from the sudden touch. I glanced down his hand in grasp with mine. I clutched at his slender fingers, letting the warmth and softness of my own hands let him know I was there, that he was alright, that I wouldn't leave him.

He yanked me on top of his covered physique. My fists resting adjacent to his chest, picking up the rhythms of our heartbeats. His steamed breath dispersed on the tops of my forehead. His eyes were barely open, those pupils bearing of a raging cyclone, but kindness and purity ingrained deeply.

A palm rested on my back, "D-don't leave." He whispered in a hush.

I pressed my cheek on his shoulder, inhaling his aroma arousing me to sleep, my eyes slowly fluttered shut. My worries escaping me anew, every time I was with him. Abstractedly.

The first night Mr. Jeon and I slept together. Just sleep.

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