The Safe House [COMPLETED] {Fanfic - Jungkook - Romantic thriller - Shortstory}

Chapter 1

I woke up staring up at an old ceiling, turned yellow over time. I looked around me. I was lying in a room I did not recognize. The bed I was in felt old and someone had slept on the same spot for years; my body tilted towards the right side of the bed. The covers were feeling damp and itchy. I tried to move, but my body was stiff. I took a deep breath and sat myself up right.

When I finally sat, I saw the room a little better. In the corner of the room was a chair with a man sitting in it wearing all black. My heart jumped and I squealed while trying to get away from him. My body ached as I smacked into the wall behind me. The man stood up and walked towards me with his hands held up in a surrendering gesture.

"Please calm down. It's okay, I am police officer Jeon Jungkook. I am here to keep you safe." His calm en gentle voice filled the silent room. "You have been sleeping for two and a half days now. Your body will feel sore. Please be mindful of the drip we have given you. How do you feel?" He stopped moving towards me in the middle of the room, probably so I wouldn't freak out any further.

"I... I don't..." I started, but my throat felt painful and raw. I coughed. Without hesitation he walked to the small cupboard on the other side of the room. He poor me a cup of water from the sink next to it and gave it to me very slowly. I took it from him and he immediately took two steps back, moving away from me. The water was a relieve. It refreshed a little, but made me want more. Without even asking, he took the glass from me and poor me another one.

"You should drink slower, or you stomach will hurt." He noted. I gulped the glass down in one go. He smiled, his face lit up. It made his eyes all sparkly and his nose wrinkled slightly. He somehow looked much younger than before. He walked to me again and poured another glass. This time I took some time to drink it all. My thirst was almost gone. My mind got a lot clearer.

"I..." I was trying to find the right question to ask, the right thing to say. I felt a big knot in my stomach, who was this man? Right at that moment the images of a knife dripping with blood and obsessed eyes came to mind. My heart started beating faster, my hands began to sweat even with the cold glass of water in them. I took a sharp breath out of shock, but the air couldn't get through my throat so I coughed again. I quickly put the glass of water onto the nightstand next to me.

The officer took a step towards me, but hesitated.
I felt tears run down my cheeks, I hadn't even noticed. I wiped them, took a deep breath through my nose and shook my head while holding up one hand to him, telling him not to come any closer. He took a step back and then another one. He lowered his head, probably unsure what he could do for me.

I was scared out of my mind. The images in my memories were horrible. I cried, loudly. He did not leave. Instead, he turned around. I started hyperventilating while panicking. Short breathes of air were all my lunges could take, far too little to make me calm down. The officer must have decided he had been respectful enough. He turned to me, took three big steps and stood next to me. He sat down on one knee in front of me and started to whisper.

"Please calm down. It will be alright. I will protect you. Please calm yourself. You are safe. Be brave just a little longer." He kept on repeating his words, the second even softer then the first, but the urge in his voice was clear. His words were comforting. He softly touched the top of my hand with his fingers. As soon as I felt his touch, I took his hands in mine and clamped onto them like they were an anchor, his fingers turned white under the pressure. He wasn't startled at all and just let me hold on to his hands while he kept on repeating the same words over and over again.

It took me a while before I calmed down and my breath was at a normal speed. I still felt the tears running down my cheeks. Soft sobbing sounds filled the room. He had stopped whispering, instead he had taken my hands in his. He felt stable and safe. He hadn't moved an inch since he came to sit next to me. I started to feel bad and pulled away from him. He held on to me and gently shook his head while softly caressing the top of my hand with his thumb. "It's okay, don't worry about me. Take your time and calm down." He said as if he had read my mind.
He locked eyes with me and stared. He did not lose eye contact, until he was sure about whatever he was searching for. His smile was warm, sweet... gentle. It made him look like a boy again. The sparkles I saw in his eyes warmed me.

"I'm... okay..." I hiccuped and felt my face warm up. His smile grew as he folded his legs and sat down in a more comfortable position, while still holding my hands.

"I will stay here with you. But I'll make it a little more comfortable for myself, so you can feel at peace about it." He looked up at me and winked. I felt myself relax a bit more and finally I stopped crying.

We stayed like this just a little while longer.