JUNGKOOK's POV
It has been three days and no one has explained anything. Y/N keeps avoiding any interactions regarding the woman and she keeps her self busy with her shop and some kind of spell that she was learning.
"Y/N can we talked about the" "Sorry I need to go to the shop"
Next day
"Y/N about the" "sorry can you wait for me, I'm in the middle of learning a spell"
The routine keeps on repeating. The medium didn't comeback and I'm glad that he didn't.
The Joker haven't made an appearance as well.
Why is everyone so busy?
I slouched on the sofa. I saw a book lying beside me, without much to do I opened it and read instead.
What's with this book? The letters are so complicated.
"Jungkook have you seen a book here?" came in the flustered Y/N looking around the living room. Her eyes widen when she saw me holding the book.
"Give it to me!" she ordered and was about to snatched it from me I avoided her and run to the other side. If she won't tell me then I will force her.
"Tell me about the woman first. Why do you keep avoiding that topic? What are you keeping from me?" she is hesitating to answer and I know it based from her expression. I needed an answer now.
"Just a little more, can't you wait?" she asked desperately.
"How can I wait anymore?" I started. I look at the book and grip it hard.
"That woman. The woman in my dreams. Why is she suffering. Why? Did she look so vulnerable? Why did she smile at me? Why does my chest hurt when I saw her? Why does my heart won't stop beating? Who is she? Why do I have the urge to go to her? Why do I long for her?" why? Just why?" I shouted. My emotions are at messed. I don't know what to feel or to do.
I notice my hands shaking as I gripped the book harder.
"why do I feel so hopeless when I lost her? Why do I feel so at ease beside her?"
I clutched my chest as I started feeling the pain again.
"remembering her makes me so sorrowful"
"The portrait of the woman that you are talking about was created by me" I stop on my track when I heard her confession.
"I don't know why but I keep remembering her. I really love drawing and painting, but every time, that woman will appear in my dreams, all her sufferings and her loneliness, I have witnessed all of them. Her appearing in my dreams became a nightmare. I can not bear the pain of seeing her suffering. Therefore, I started making her portrait based on my dreams when I finished the portrait, the dreams started to disappear. She disappeared. I don't know the reasons but I think it is because she wants to be remembered. It feels like she doesn't want to be forgotten. After that, I stopped drawing and painting"
A hand touches the book. I slowly look at Y/N. she was looking at the book. My grip loosens and she gently retrieved it and hug it tightly. She looks at me with a caring eye. She caressed my left cheek using her free hand and smiled kindly.
"Why do I feel this pain? Why should it be me? I asked myself the same thing. Maybe because it is me. Because I was entrusted with this pain and trusted that I can turn it into happiness. That I can pass it all. That even if it pains me, I believe that I can manage to pass it. Those who feel pain should be glad. If you feel pain then you are a person with a sound heart but if not, then you are just a sound. Just passing. Without directions. Just echoing without destination. You will just keep coming back from where you start without gaining anything at all"
She rested her head on my shoulder.
"Be glad that you are in pain. It means, you have gain something great enough to grief and yearn. To laugh and cry about. A pain that also marks your existence. It is better to have something to be pained of than having nothing at all"
"Then do you have something that pains you right now?" my voice came out softly to my surprise. She lifted her head and withdraw her hand.
"Seeing my friend having a hard time and I can't do anything about it pains me a lot" she answered and smiled sadly.
For some reason I feel guilty.
It is me, right? Its because of me that she is feeling like that right now.
She cleared her throat and started stretching.
"I need to go back to work" she announced.
"What are you doing honestly? You've been in your room this whole day" I asked.
"Just sit tight. Just a little more and I can solve it" she grinned.
"what are you talking about?" confused to her statement I sigh.
"I can't have a certain someone keep being depressed right? If that continues, he can't help me with my job and he will just become a baggage" she said pretending to mumble to herself but I heard her clearly.
"Thank you" I smiled at her. "Why are you thanking me, I'm not referring to you?" she said with a hint of blush. She still in denial. I chuckled at the sight.
"Yea right" I shrug but still smiled. "tch." her response and she yawn before walking out the living room.
"We are back!" I heard the twin's cheerful voice. I went to greet them.
"Hey Kazuma, Karuta welcome home" I greeted while smiling.
They both hugged me and I did the same. "Kazuma Karuta, I told you to wait for me, didn't I?" grandma said while panting. Yup they just comeback from school. I volunteer myself to fetch the twin from school but Grandma refused because she said I might not be familiar with the road and streets and I agreed with her reason.
"Jungkook you look happy did something happened?" she asked curiously. Do I look really happy right now?
"Yeah brother, when we came you already have a happy expression on your face" Kazuma pointed out.
"I'm just happy that you are back safely" I answered.
"Okay?" I nodded happily. I don't know why but I feel great this moment.
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