•Limerence | JJK•

XI

It was already about eight in the evening. I was seated on my old bed in my mother's house, my eyes focused for some time on the brownish parquet covering the floor of the room.

After I realized thst man would be released today I had to tell Jungkook about it. I never said the crucial things, but I felt he was trustworthy and understanding enough to tell him more about my family. I didn't want to bother him to stay at my mother's place but I had to ask of him to at least come with me in case that man already went there. When we came here, fortunately my mother was alone and there was no trace of him. She kept reassuring us that we didn't need to stay, that she would be fine but I couldn't just leave. She was tired after working all day, and after dinner we had, she fell asleep. My heart couldn't but not stiffen at the fact that she worked so much all these years, exhausting herself. 

I averted my gaze to Jungkook's fingers which were tracing surface of the commode placed next to my bed. Then his fingers got clenched into a fist and when I looked at him his facial expression was unsettling. He slowly circled around me, making his way to sit on the bed next to me. I stretched my arms trying to relax myself.

"Again, thank you for coming, but you don't have to stay. I don't wanna hold you here all night. Even if he does come he won't do anything if I'm here..."I say more trying to convince myself than him.

He looked at me, a weak smile on his face and placed his palm over my hand, squeezing it slightly. My body reacted to his touch just like every time sending tickling feeling in my stomach which now got mixed with a worried knot that was already formed there. 

He shaked his head keeping the weak smile. "No, it's really fine. I wanna stay. I can't just leave you here, so don't worry, okay?"

I nod, my eyes once again falling at the brownish parquet, losing myself in thoughts. My mother and I knew he would get out soon and yet she insisted on me moving to a dormitory and now I wasn't sure what was going to happen.  I couldn't just come every day to check on her or stay at her place, and we couldn't just keep on leaving in fear he would come and try doing something stupid. He had a restraining order after all, but you could never know. 

"Your mother must really love flowers. You said she is a florist, right?"Jungkook interrupted my thoughts, his palm still resting on my hand. I followed his gaze which was scanning the room, stopping for a few seconds at every pot full of various flowers which were placed in every corner. My mother must've taken care of them every day, watering and cutting them. I smiled at the thought of her love for plants but it soon vanished as I remembered she couldn't do the job she loved so much anymore. 

"Was... She stopped working as a florist for a long time now."

"Why?" He directed his eyes on me, his fingers starting to caress my hand, the tickling in my stomach getting stronger by every second.

"My father, hmm, as I told you... did something and ended up in prison. You know how people are. They start judging immediately. I was still a kid, but I expected some support for my mother, she never got it though. It's funny, she never did anything bad and yet everyone left her and..." I stopped for a second taking a deep breath my eyes filling up with tears. 

"She came out as a bad person, which she wasn't... people stopped coming, no one wanted her beautiful bouquets anymore. Once someone even broke our window... Throwing rock at someone's houses in funny to some people. I guess that was the peak making her give up, so she closed the shop. Once a famous florist, now barely got a job in a debilitating factory... how interesting this world is, right?" I look at Jungkook, a small laugh leaving my mouth as a tear rolled down my face. After only a second I found myself in his embrace, and that was exactly what I needed in that moment. He uttered an "I'm sorry" but I didn't say anything, burying my head in his chest. I felt his fingers slowly drawing circles on my back, his lips pressed on the top of my head, calming me.