CRUEL || Jungkook FF 18+

9 - A Helping Hand

☘ ᴀ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴀɴᴅ

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I had solemly walked down the long green grass of the garden. Looking for signs. Signs of someone being near... excluding jungkook.

I mean this garden didn't just form itself..now did it-

The deeper I strutted through the odd conjunction the more I began to see much more blooming flowers than before. And when I say 'much more', I meant the whole floor was covered with them.

Except the pathway cutting through the bright red roses and the blooming tulips that stood tall along the side lines.

Yet, I wasn't aware of the muddy shoe prints that snuck its way past my naked eye. I was too distracted by the scenery in front of me, I forgot for a second about as to why I came here in the first place.

Not until my eyes met with an older lady who was delicately planting plants and pulling weeds from the damp soil. My heart rate started to slow down as I began to calm down at the fact the split second I laid an eye on her moving form I thought it was perhaps some type of animal. But thank god it turned out to be just a cute, tiny old woman.

I slowly approached her being careful not to step on her plants. She still didn't notice me, so focused on the tasks she was doing at the moment.

My natural instinct was the urge to clear my throat. She didn't look back though, but it was too quiet for her not to hear me.

"Oh dear, you're back already..? Why so soon.." she said rustly. Not really knowing what to say, I tucked my hair behind my ear forcing myself to speak.

"...Excuse me..eh-," her glance immediately struck backward and her eyes widening as she steadily stood up swiftly. My instinct told me to help her seeing that her legs were barely giving in and I placed my hands on her shoulder making sure she stood steadily.

She looked up at me quite surprisingly as she had soon got comfortable putting her weak weight onto my shoulder. We had then made eye contact as her hands had adverted to her skirt as she dust it off with one hand. Making me quite aware of the indented wrinkles as the muscles in her palms dusted away.

"Come inside," I heard her suddenly say making me gasp internally. I had walked her up the three wooden steps and to the opening of the old but precise home. She had then let go of me as my neck had suddenly began to feel sore considering I basically lifted her spirit with only the strength of my shoulder.

She had then told me to sit down as I seen her walk into another room which looked like the placement of a kitchen. Not so long after she came back with a two tea cups and a plate of cookies that I had reached my senses as soon as I had stepped in the home.

She came over to me smiling delicately as she placed the things on the table and then sitting across from me and setting the steaming hot tea on to the tiny china displayed in front of me."Have some," A gentle smile came across her face as it soon spread to mine as I take a sip of the lemon infused tea.

It had become silent as the air filled with just sipping sounds and glass clashing to the silver spoons. Looking up at the lady, she seemed to be in a daze as she took a deep, relaxing breathe.

I decided to break the silence with one of the questions I had since I even came here in the first place. " Did you make this all by yourself..? Like, the garden outside, did you plant all of it...?"

She began to smile again, her eyes forming deep crescents as she began to speak. "Yes, it took a few years but it was definitely worth it. My garden means a lot to me." She began, " Although...my grandson helps me out when he has time to do so..."

She took another sip of her tea as I began to get into thought. "Is that who you thought I was at first, your grandson..?"

She nodded in a tender manner opening her mouth once more. " He was suppose to arrive today but, it seems he is not going to come anytime soon."

She said sitting up and walking toward me to get my now, empty mug from off the table. " So where'd you-" before she could say another word, the front door slammed open. The first thing that caught my attention were his large, brown eyes. They felt so cold but intelligent at the same time. His messy blonde hair, ripped black jeans and stretched grey shirt gave me a small glimpse of personality. And his body looked built well, he seemed strong.

But not as strong of the action of him throwing the Mr. Jeon in the air as jungkook then landed dramatically on the table.

"Min Yoongi!"

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I'm such a loner, it took me like 5 months to update. I'm sorry smh 🤧

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