Only Strip For Me || JJK [BOOK I] ✔️

37: I'll Protect You

Chest rising and falling rhythmically, slow breathing, warm under a thick duvet. A faint cry was heard, unknown to my own dreams or if it was reality. I pealed my eyes open, the sob distinguishable from the bathroom, in sniffles. I rubbed my eyes to focus beside me, the bed was empty and cold. I rushed to the bathroom entrance with only lingerie on wear, the door was fortunately open. Worries drowning me of his possible behaviors.

A figure fit in the corner of the bathroom in front of the glossy bath tub, the moon light revealing the person. His head was pounding against the wall and his knees bent to his chest. My heart was racing desperately, I approached his posture, placing a hand on the wall to stop any injury to occur. I looked for any cuts or damage, there was none that were visible. I kneeled before him on the cold tile, his face wet and his lips quivering. His eyes were clammed shut, unaware of my presence. His grip strengthened on a pen and paper in his hands. I studied the paper with writing and scribbles, repeatedly describing the same phrase. Traced over and over.

'Appa murdered Eomma'

'Appa murdered Eomma'

'Appa murdered Eomma'

'Appa murdered Eomma'

'Appa will kill me and everyone that I love.'

I bit my lip nervously, unaware of what I should do. I stroked his face that continued to flow of his silent whimper. I brought his head into my chest, his hands fallen to the side, the pen rolling across the bathroom floor. His cries turned to an undistinctive mutter, whispering into my chest, his air gliding on my neck.

Water assembling in my eyes in concern. Learning his condition and family relations, it strained me. It was tormenting to see a man with different identities, nearly difficult to distinguish. He was suffering, immensely.

"Shhh." I hushed him, rocking him back and forth. My fingers raked his hair strands in comfort, his foreign whisper in silence as he fell asleep. My movements in continuous, I didn't want to wake him afraid of his gloom.

My heart beat was pounding against my chest, I breathed in and out calmly. Peeking down at my lap, his lips were apart his warm breath gliding in and out. His innocent aspect familiarized to me. He looked to be at peace now in slumber although his tears descended down his shaved face. 

I rested my cheek on his skull, buried in his bed of hair. I was silently praying for everything to be alright.

Everything to be okay for Jungkook.

A/N: I'm sad...Anyone have any theories?

I slept so much today, I'm still tired. :/ I love sleep :)

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