Broken Wings

Chapter 18 - Warmth

The scene before I pass out plays again in my brain. This time, a lot more clearer. My line of vision followed the noise in the bedroom. There I saw Song Donghyun and Han Gayoung. I stepped back. One, two, three… before I turned around and ran towards the door. Beside the door was a huge mirror. I looked at it… but it’s not my face that I saw. 

Then the memory fades.

My head feels light. I’m so groggy that even when I opened my eyes, everything was a blur. I closed my eyes again thinking it might help a little. It did but I just can't seem to fall asleep anymore.

Whenever I wake up from incidents like this, the first thing I feel is the warmth on my hands. The fear is now creeping up on me. The fear that it might not be there anymore.

But then I felt it. The warmth. I immediately opened my eyes and saw that I was sleeping on somebody's shoulder. I looked at my hand… intertwined with his. And I just began to cry.

Jungkook held my hand tighter as he lets me pour it all out. I finally got the courage to look at his face and dear God, it crushed me so bad. His head hung low, with his tears continuously flowing without making a sound.

I don’t know when we stopped crying but we managed. I didn’t even know that we’re already in front of Jin’s guest house. 

I can see Jin waiting for us in the front of the house, looking worried.

“Hey, look at me.” My voice is hoarse but I am glad I was able to talk.

Not waiting for a response, I grab Jungkook’s chin so he’s directly facing me. I started wiping his tears with the only thing I have… my sleeves. Way too go, Rosé.

Jungkook’s looking at me as if I grow a second head but then he did something unexpectedly… he laughed.

“Why are you laughing?” I ask while sniffing. I guess that made him laugh more.

We’re really going crazy. From hurting each other to crying together… now he’s laughing. We’re losing it so bad.

“Stop, Jungkook.” I asked him as I finish wiping his face, making it a point to be harsher at the end.

He grabs my hand away from his face as he finally stopped laughing. He pulls me close and hugs me. “God, Rosé. You’re such a fucking mess yet you’re still fixing MY mess. I must have saved Korea in my past life to have an angel like you.”

I chuckle at him but hug him back. He needs it. I need it. “I saved your life remember? I have some sort of ‘responsibility’ to it.” I quoted, remembering the words he used against me in the past.

Jungkook breaks our hug and looks at me directly in the eye. “I have so many things to say to you but all I can say is thank you… so much. And I’m sorry. I’m so so so sorry.”

I sigh. “We’ll be better, Jungkook. We have lots of tomorrows to be better.” I don’t know why I sounded so desperate when I said the last part. I’ll be having lots of tomorrows with them, right?

“Let’s go. Jin might pass out from worrying about us.” I told him as I point Jin looking at the Van.

I was about to open my side of the van but Jungkook stops me. “Can I ask you a favor?”

I nod at him urging him to continue. “Can you act like you’re still asleep? I’ll carry you directly to your room. It’s just…” He whispers, shy to be asking it in the first place.

He doesn’t want to face Jin for now. I’m pretty sure he’ll be asked a lot of questions. Why we’re tear-stricken and all.

“Sure. Do you want to spend the night in my room?” I suggest further that had his eyes open wide. A few more seconds and he’s ears are turning red. Is he embarrassed? Did I say something embarrassing? I just asked him that because it would be easier to avoid Jin in my room.