Beach Love. ✔️

19: Safe

(A/n): it has been so long since i wrote in this story. I'm gonna try to update as much as possible so i can actually complete the story. I have grown through the years but i still hope whoever reads it doesn't feel like the story is disconnected. Stay safe and quarantined!

The door bursts open as I stare at the person in front of me.

Mom?

Suddenly I hiss at the piece of glass digging into my skin. I could feel again. I throw the glass away as my eyes cloud with tears. I dash forward and attack my mom with the tightest hug as i start sobbing onto her shoulder. 

Her scent. "I miss you." I say, my voice barely audible. 

"I did too honey." she says back as she holds me close. A shadow appears behind her and I instantly freeze in fear.

"Miss me?" Jungkook softly smiles at me and I completely break down.

All the numbness I had was gone. I'm overloaded with feelings. Moms lets go of me as she smiles. Slowly, Jungkook holds my hand as if afraid he'll hurt me. he inspects the blood over it as his brows furrow in confusion.

"What happened to you?" He asked, his voice full of worry. 

I sniff, chuckling slightly. "I think I'm the one who should ask."

He sighs as he guides me to the sink, he starts washing my hands and i hiss at the pain. I watched his face. I missed him. 

"I know how badly you want to know what happened but let's just rest for the day and go home." He smiles at me. I nod, I was too tired of everything that has happened. We all were.

Mom had packed my stuff and Jungkook grabbed them. As he bent down, I catch a glance at something.  A gun. I don't question it though as I hold onto mom's hand. We all walk out of the building, a black jeep parked in front of the door. Taehyung was in the drivers seat. He smiles and I smile back. Jungkook puts the small luggage and my mom climbs in the front seat. I sit in the back as Jungkook slides next to me. Taehyung starts driving as we all sit in silence. Jungkook pulls out a first aids kit from under his seat and softly holds my hand. He starts applying some alcohol and cream before wrapping it securely. Intertwining our fingers, he looks me in the eyes. His eyes were full of emotion, smiles softly.

"I'm glad you're safe." He says as he leans and kisses my forehead. 

I smile back. "I'm glad you are too." I say despite his bruised face and treated wounds on his hands. I glide my fingers over them. My eyes watering. I was happy everything seamed over. 

"Rest (y/n)." He sits properly, still holding my hand, and taps his lap. I lay my head on it and close my eyes. enjoying the feeling. I was safe. We were safe.

TBC.