Into your arms 《JIKOOK》

chapter 2

I hope you loved the last chapter . So for them who still want to read my book I'll say thank you so much!

Ammm can we hit 70 votes goal?

Jimin's pov

After years I find myself in front of a big gate with my Minho who is my son that I love so much and the reason why I left far away from all the people who knew me and wanted for me to stay.
I still remember the day I left like It happened yesterday and I can't stop thinking of his desperate voice through the phone on the last moments of my leaving .
His loud sobs and his hard breaths that I expect he had been running at the airport in one breath. But I couldn't, I couldn't stay even if I wanted to. I was hurt and used .

He was too harsh , he did something that if you love someone you would never think of doing it . Even the thought of it you need to stop it .
Because of that move that he took ,now for me is hard to be too close with someone. My breaths would start to be not steady and I would panic and even start crying for no reason sometimes. The only person I can stay too close is my son.

That's how I have been doing through these years.
The two first years it was hard to find a job and make a living for me and Minho. When I was pregnant I thank God many times for giving me Yonna, the girl who lived the next door. She helped me giving me her other house as she saw me in the streets while I didn't know how to speak Albanian and couldn't find a place for the night .

We became good friends and she knows English and I did too a little but I got better now.
I have told her about my story and how I ended there. Of course there were many places I could go but I wanted a place that was unknown for him and his family .

But now I'm here again. I heard from Jin that Jungkook had passed so many traumas since when I left and he has grown silent since then. I felt my heart skip a beat when I read all the messages he has been sending to me every time Jungkook wanted me to be there and telling me how his condition became worse when the time passed. His last message was two days ago saying it will be his last massage and he was going to forget I existed. Everyone forgot me . No one cared about me , about my feelings, how I started to feel down and lose my everything I loved .

But now I have a reason to live once again. And he brought me here to give Jungkook the chance that he always wanted . I just hope is not late and I can recover him by my presence and my warm words to him . Make him feel loved . It took me every peace of courage to let everything I have there and come to him.

I look forward to accomplish my promise that I did back then. And my promise was to protect Jungkook from the world and even if that world is me. I thought by leaving him he would be protected but I was wrong . I just made it worse .

I forgave him for everything he did through the years . Now in my heart is only affection for him, he is someone I care very much and hold very dearly . I feel like I want him in my life to be completed.

Slowly I open the gate and step inside and in front of me is a big asylum that looks more like a big house with a big garden with flowers and trees . I see many people that are with their families while laughing and playing with them . I know that Jungkook is here and I came to say that I'm back for him . Today is his birthday and I want to be his gift . Maybe I'm foolish but now or never. I walk with Minho through the beautiful garden and look for the only person I want to see right now.

I can't say I'm not scared and nervous. I sure am scared for his reaction. I am scared that he would say to me to stay away from him and everyone would throw me away like a trash .

As I walk I take a glimpse of a boy sitting in a wheelchair with his head low. Little far away is his family . His parents Ms and Msr.Jeon , Zoy , Jin and Namjoon. They look sad even today while looking on Jungkook's direction. Slowly I close my eyes and take a deep breath trying to relax and stop thinking about the hate I'll see in his eyes , the sadness that will shallow him when he sees me.