The Truth Untold || J.Jk

38. Utopia

Throughout the entire journey home I kept on gazing at the sky. It looked almost enchanting, it's absurd how I have never noticed its allure before. Maybe I can't fully blame myself for it for I never felt so blissful before to actually look at the endless sky to discover its hidden beauty.

For sure the sky is an enigma.

It keeps on changing with a person's heart. When one is happy, the firmament seems to be like sweet floating swirled layers of cotton candies providing permanent joy but the same sky, when there is a shadow over the heart seems to look like a black hole that is capable of crushing one down into pieces from the farthest distance.

But today it is not like any other day, today I am not looking at the sky desperately in search of the slightest glimpse of hope, today I am looking at the sky with hope.

These Sequin-silver stars and the eerie darkness of the night will never escape my memory. So many things happened recently but yet at the end, I am standing strong, but not all alone, with Jungkook by my side and with my hand in his.

I glanced at the person beside me who was totally concentrated on the road. Involuntarily a smile appeared on my face at his sight.  He was wet to the skin.

Unconsciously, my mind went back to the previous events that had taken place recently and I slowly looked front through the windscreen at the rays of the headlight letting out a deep sigh.  The car came to a halt abruptly, knowing that we're home I reached out for the door.

I got out of the car and started for the door, not bothering to wait for Jungkook who went to the parking area to park his car.

With unsteady steps, I entered the house and when I was in the middle of the hallway I could hear footsteps behind me. Of course, I knew it was Jungkook but the strange thing was that his heavy steps sounded like he was running, but why was he runni-

"Aaaaa" I partially screamed when I felt a harsh tug at my hand causing me to stumble back.

"shhhhhhhh" Jungkook put his index finger up, pressing it against his lips, signaling me to shut up with a cautious face.  Bitch, who was noiselessly running down the hallway with their thicc thighs just now?

I practically swallowed down the scream with great force and I think my esophagus just collapsed because it was painful. Drowned in the ocean of confusion I kept on walking as that was all I could do because Jungkook was holding my hand and leading the way.

I frowned as I could see us getting closer to the door to Jungkook's room, I shot a look at the door and then at Jungkook's back as he was walking ahead.

Oh no, I think the raping virus infected him.

Before I could even choose between whether to hit him with the flower vase or the cursed portrait of Monalisa we were already inside his room.

He walked me towards the bed and gestured me to sit down. As I did Jungkook went inside his closet room for something. I could hear things shift so maybe he is looking for something.

Don't tell me he is all kinky and-

Before I could even finish my unholy sentence Jungkook came out of the room with a small white box and came towards me. With my half-blind eyes, I was trying to read the small letters printed on the box and when I successfully did it turned out to be, a first aid kit?

But what will he do with a first aid kit? Don't tell me he got hurt after giving that man a death punch.

Jungkook slowly dragged a stool and placed it in front of me before sitting down on top of it, with an unreadable facial expression he carefully opened the box with a clicking noise and with much care put some antiseptic on a cotton ball. I just kept staring at him.