There will come a time when you don't want to move. Holding your breath. Trying to tell your heart to stop beating too fast. If its possible, just to stop beating at all.
That's where Iam right now. I found myself on the bed. Wrapped with our blankets. Looking at the clock on the wall and counting the ticking seconds.
I'll look into my phone every now and then. Waiting. Hoping.
Please let it ring.
Or
Let the soft sound of an sms go off.
I need something. Anything.
I took a deep breath and laid down. Burying myself deeper if I can.
Then I heard it. The sound of the code being punched at the door.
The soft opening and that awful scrape it does on the floor when being pushed to open it wider.
Within seconds I was out of bed and out of our bedroom door.
I skidded at the corner when I turned.
I let out a soft gasp.
He was standing on our living room. Looking terrible.
Split lip. Blood trickling out the corner of his eye.
Dark bruise forming on his jaw.
"Baby..." I heard him say.
I ran to him and wrapped my arms tightly around his waist.
He hissed. I let him go but he pulled me back into his embrace.
"Don't. I'm fine." He whispered through my hair.
"No you're not." I heard myself say soft. I lifted my head to look at his battered face.
I bit my lip hard to keep it from trembling as I got a closer look on how hurted he was. I gently touched his cheek down to his jawline.
He pulled my lower lip with his thumb.
"You're going to cut your lip open if keep on biting it that way."
"What happened? Who did this to you?"
"It doesn't matter. But everything will be fine now."
"No. I wanna know! Why did you left me in the middle of dinner then be gone for hours without giving me anything? Without telling me where you are! What happened Jungkook? Who did this to you?!"
He held me tighter. Placing his face on the crook of my neck and inhaling my scent.
"I love you."
I clenched my fist on his shirt and answere a soft I love you more.
I let him go one more time. I lightly pushed him away and led him to our small bathroom.
I opened the medicine cabinet and started to pull everything out. I gasp when he lifted me to sit on the sink and placed himself between my open legs.
I leaned over the sink and washed my face cloth with warm water.
I can feel his gaze on me. It's so hard not to cry right now. So hard to keep it all together. My hands Re trembling but I was able to finish washing.
I felt his big hands on my waist. One of them slightly lifted my shirt to brush the skin.
He's warm. His warm skin against my cold one.
I faced him and gently wiped away any blood and grime from his face.
I gingerly traced it over the cut and removed the dried blood from his nose too.
He never took his eyes off me all these time.
When satisfied. I placed the cloth down and cup his face gently.
"There's the man I love..." I smiled at him.
He chuckled softly and squeezed my waist.
I continued to treat his wound. Silence can be comforting during this time.
I think that's what we need now.
"It's done baby." He whispered.
I looked at him.
"It's done. We're free. We can move away and they won't bother us anymore."
"You mean..."
He nod.
"The call I got earlier.. that was from the boss. He called for me. He wanted to talk."
I stayed quiet. Waiting for him.
"He wanted to talk about me. Then you."
I gasped.
"I told him... I told him I'm nothing without you. I won't be able to live without you.." he took my hands.
"I told him.. I want to be with you as long as you would have me. I told him.. I want out."
I can feel my tears slowly making down to my cheeks. He brushed them off. He smiled.
"I thought he was going to kill me when I said that. When he pulled out the gun and pointed it at me.. my thoughts were you. But I stood my ground. I told him I'll do anything for you. To keep you safe. I want out to be without you."
He choked a sob.
"I thought he was really going to pull that trigger. I can see it in his eyes how much he wanted to do it. To kill me. But he lowered it and turned his back on me. He ordered his men to beat me up and they did. They almost did end up killing me. Every kick. Every punch. I keep tellj g myself I need to to back to you. I told myself you're waiting for me to come home. That kept me together."
He stopped to kiss my forehead.
"Then they stopped. He walked to me and just threw an envelope of cash at me and said to leave and never return. He promised he won't come after me or you but I have to make sure not to step in Seoul again as long as I live or he will pull the trigger himself."
He pulled me and held on tight. We were crying so hard.
"I'm free baby. We're free."
I nod and kiss him deeply.
