~Troubled Soul~ (Jinson//Jackjin)

16. ❤️

I slowly open my eyes annoyed by the morning light entering from the window. I sigh and slowly turn around.

I suddenly feel my heart ache when I see that I'm alone in my bed. I lift my chest up and look around desperate although my vision's still a little blurred. OH MY GOD. PLEASE TELL ME THAT THIS WHOLE THING WASN'T JUST A DREAM. I try to stand up very quickly but a terrible pain hits my back and I scream really loud falling back on the bed. AISH SSIBAL THIS HURTS SOO BAD AAH. I squint my eyes and cover my face with my hands. I almost feel like crying since the pain is too intense but I lightly start as I hear someone shutting my door open.

- JINYOUNGIE! - THANKS GOD. It's Jackson's voice. I open my eyes and he runs towards me with an extremely worried expression. - Oh my God, what happened? - I take a deep breath while looking at him panting. He hugs me tight being careful not to hurt me and caresses my back as I try to calm down. Once I catch my breath I hit his arm angrily.

- Don't you dare do this to me, ever again. I was having a heart attack... - I look at him furious. - You weren't here and my stupid ass panicked thinking that I could have been dreaming the whole time and you weren't even real so I fucking jumped up but an agonizing pain hit my back and I fell back on the bed. Ugh. - I take a deep breath and he hugs me tighter while kissing my cheek repeatedly, saying sorry for at least a thousand times.

- I'm terribly sorry Jinyoung, I just had to go to the bathroom for a second and I didn't want to wake you up. I'm soooooo sorry. - I take another deep breath. Ugh, it's not his fault.

- No, I'm sorry Jackson, it's not even your fault... I just... Ugh. - I sigh and hug him back easing my head on the crook of his neck. - I'm just so incredibly scared to lose you... - he pecks my cheek once again and then moves back to look at me with his beautiful reassuring smile on his face. There he is. I still can't believe this isn't a dream, but I believe even my imagination would have never been able to figure out something so perfect.

- You don't have to, my dear. - he sighs and keeps smiling at me. He slowly gets closer to my face and leaves a light kiss on my forehead. I look at him with puppy eyes and slowly lean towards him to capture his lips in another magical kiss. He smiles on my lips and whisper with his ethereal morning voice, once our lips part. - Good morning, princess. - I smile and bite my lower lip. That nickname always has a cute effect on me.

- That's better - I giggle. - Good morning, my king. - he cutely smiles and I suddenly forget all of the mess that's just happened. He takes all of my worries away. I'm safe when I'm with him.

- I love that... - he giggles. - "My king" - he repeats it proudly. - Like my surname "王"... But "my" makes it perfect. - I smile and look down.

- I'll keep that in mind. - he slightly laughs and bites his lip. Then he looks at the clock.

- Ssibal... - he rolls his eyes. - I have to... Uhm... - he looks at me sorry. - get to work now... - I slightly pout. I don't want him to leave. I don't. - I-I'm so sorry, I just... I can't even cancel today... It's...-

- Yah, Seunnie, it's okay, we'll meet later. - I say trying to reassure him although sorrow is still showing on my expression. He smiles sadly, noticing my insecurity. He slowly gets up and helps me getting up as well. Oh gosh, this hurts worse than last time. I open the wardrobe and tell him to choose something to wear. He thanks me a hundred times and takes a plain white t-shirt and a pair of black jeans and wears them. He hugs me tight and I hug him back. I know it won't last long, but I have a feeling I'm going to miss him so much. Then he looks at me and ruffles my hair. He smiles kindly and whisper in a soft voice.

- See you later, Jinyoungie. - I put my arms around his neck and kiss him sweetly, slowly until he gently bites my lower lip. His hands go down my spine and reach my butt, caressing it since he doesn't want to hurt me. - I'm going to miss you so much, princess. - He whispers on my lips while I delicately lick his lower lip.