Saving Grace [discontinued]

{chapter 13} - warmth

I used to love rain.

I loved how it smelled, and how the world felt clean after the showers of raindrops came down.

But when I was in Jungkook's arms, traveling for what seemed like miles across the extensive runway, the rain was not my favorite thing.

The hood of my coat had fallen off of my head almost immediately, and my long hair that had once been curled had fallen straight, dripping with the endless raindrops. The mischievous droplets snuck through even the tiniest of cracks between my clothes and my skin and ended up soaking me to the bone. My eyes might as well have been welded shut, but even if they were open, I would have been blinded by the torrential rain. I couldn't imagine how Jungkook felt.

It was around this time where I noticed another pair of thudding footsteps that followed us, even though they were barely audible over the precipitation that pounded into the asphalt. All of the fear I had in the airport came flooding back. Is it one of the gunmen? Why aren't they shooting? Do they want to murder me with their own hands instead?

I lifted my terrified head over Jungkook's shoulder and breathed out a shuddery sigh of relief when I caught sight of who it was. It was Sana, in a similar position as me, in another man's arms. I quickly recognized the T-shirt the man was wearing as official tour merchandise, and I speculated that he was either a bodyguard or a manager.

I ducked my head down again when the rain started to fall faster and heavier. Each drop pelted into my head and I cried out in pain. I couldn't hold on much longer. My frozen fingers were becoming more numb by the second. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to block out all the pain. To my surprise, it worked.

I no longer felt the painful raindrops pounding into my skin. My body still stung a bit from the water's abuse, but a wave of relief washed through me. Warmth started to return to my frozen fingers. I felt like I was safe. But why? I was probably dead. Is this what being dead feels like? I asked myself. There's no way anyone can feel safe after what just happened to me... right?

My thoughts were interrupted by faded voices that spoke around me. The voices were all male, and two particular voices stuck out to me. The were oddly familiar, but it seemed like I'd never heard them in person before. One, I managed to figure out, was Jungkook's. It was sweet and light, but carried undertones of worry and fear. The other voice was deep and calming. It soothed my racing heart with its mellow tone and reassuring words. Who is that? I asked myself. I couldn't figure it out.

I finally gathered the courage to open my eyes that had been tightly shut for most of the journey in Jungkook's arms. My eyes stung for a moment at the sudden amount of light in the room. I blinked a couple times to let them adjust before looking around at my surroundings. I realized why I had felt so warm and safe all of a sudden.

I was lying on the floor of the jet, wrapped tightly in a towel while someone was carefully wrapping my broken ankle and leg. The cream colored seats of the jet had been pushed back to make room for my shaking body, and the foldable tray tables on the backs of the seats were folded down to hold bottles of medicine and more dry towels. I winced in pain when my caretaker started to clean the various cuts on my leg with a stinging alcohol wipe. The man looked up and his eyes widened when he saw that I was awake.

"Mianhae," he quickly apologized.

The man said something after that, but I wasn't fluent enough to understand what he said. I simply nodded and let him continue cleaning the cuts and gashes. I let my head relax back onto the floor right as the man called out for someone. Light footsteps thudded down the aisle of the small plane and stopped right in front of me. I let my tired eyes flutter open again, and they widened when I saw who was standing above me.

Kim Namjoon and Jungkook.

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kind of a short chapter but another update is coming soon kiddos 💙