Red and Violent ✔️

Chapter 20: Demon 1.0

The sun was shining and you could smell the colors in the air. The streets were bustling with loud tango music and laughs. You could just get out of the car and dance with the people in the street and it's not even the festival, yet. The arrival at the hotel was as bumpy as expected but the hotel was made a secret again. You applaud the flawless security team. You felt safe. You were glad everyone was safe. The moment you got into the hotel your phone rang with an unknown korean number and it made your heart skip a beat. You swallowed and decided to answer the call silently.

"Hello?" A raspy voice stroke its way to your ears. It started to sound familiar. "I am sorry, I took your number from Jungkook. It's Taehyung, noona." You released all the air locked in your airways.

"H-hey, Taehyung." You stuttered. "How's everything?" You said.

"We are going to rest the jet lag off and I'm planning to go shopping with Hoseok-hyung by 7:00. Want to tag along?"

"Yes! Sure!" You said excited. You already wore everything you've packed with you and you felt like buying new clothes just because. Plus, Taehyung's style was your favorite out of the boys' so going shopping with him would be fun.

"Cool, cool!" He said, "oh, by the way, Jungkook is waiting for you in his room." He said reluctantly. "Why couldn't he call you; I'll never know." He said a bit annoyed. "Bye, noona, see you later!"

You got into your room and settled. After you changed, you took off to Jungkook's. The moment you rang the bell, he opened and when you came in, he motioned for you to stay silent by putting his fingers on his own lips. He completed talking with the other side, "alright, appa, I'll call you more often. Love you!" He said. You smiled at him. Your eyes see in him a man hanging on to his family's hands. It warms your heart to see any beautiful family dynamic. You never really experienced it but seeing it made you get a chance at, at least, knowing what it's like not to have a turbulent house(not able to call it a home). Jungkook hung up.

"Those were my parents." He said smiling bigger than you normally see him. "You'll meet them one day." The words uttered were a slap to your face.

A hard slap that knocked you on the floor. Your heart stopped and you almost choked. You pretended to casually run for the bathroom. You coughed so hard and felt that anxiety monster taking over.

The sentence made you feel like he wasn't taking this the way you are. He was invested in it. He was planning for what's to come. The realization fell like a bomb on you. You said you weren't going to invest in this while he's already invested.

'But he said one day, Cathy. One day.' 'Whatever! The thought is there.' A quick flash of pictures of your ex boyfriend running in front of your eyes. This. Is—

"Kae?" You heard Jungkook's voice snatching you out of your trance. "You don't sound okay." You could feel his worry in your bones.

You didn't want this side of you to show. Your panic attacks isn't something you wanted to reveal. Then, suddenly, you found your hand opening the door.

"I.. need my.. inhaler." You choked as you coughed.

"Where's your key card?" Jungkook said immediately. His eyes wide and his face engrossed with worry. You took it out of your pocket.

"A blue bag in the outer pockets." You stammered. He took off and it didn't feel like a minute when he was there with the bag.

You motioned for him to give it to you. You opened it and snatched the inhaler. Jungkook took your hand in his. Holding it tight. He didn't let go. After you inhaled in the medication, he snatched you off the floor and laid you in bed.

"You need a hot drink." He went and set the kettle on and prepared a cup of an unknown drink. He walked back and sat next to you. He put his hand on your chest. Like he was using it as a stethoscope to hear your lungs.

"I'm here." He said and just sat there. In his silence, your heart seemed to find peace.

"I'm sorry," you faltered. You felt honestly sorry. He didn't deserve seeing you in this state.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. I'll take care of you." He seemed to sing it. The kettle was off and he stood to pour you your drink.

"Minty drinks always help me relax." He said putting the cup on the bedside table. Tucking you in safely into the covers and sitting next to you. You weren't silent because of the attack. You were silent because he's just... like that.

You couldn't articulate. He didn't panic and fumble. He didn't run away. He just smoothly held you out of it like he's been there for you for years on end. Your eyes watered and you slowly faded into crying. This was your first time crying in front of anyone.

Being in his presence seems to soften all your barriers and just get your core soft enough to reveal concealed parts of yours. You weren't able to calculate this. Your outside and insides were shaking like someone was using a wrecking ball and taking away at your wall of china.

'He'll run now.'

You felt his fingers brushing off your tears. His arms cuddled you and the action sent more tears flushing out of your eyes. He turned his face to you. He just stayed. He stayed. He just stayed there. Taking the cup of hot drink and started helping you gulp it down.

"Thank you." You said between the gulps.

"Thank you." He said, confounding you. You weren't going to ask why, when he said it anyways. "Thank you for letting me help you. I know you probably don't want to talk now. I'll be here when you want to." He said as he got into the bed next to you and spooned you.

'What's happening
How is he doing this to me
How is he doing this to me
How is he capable of being this stable in my storm
How is he capable of being this
How's he doing this like he knows me from the day I was born
How is he capable of sending me into bliss when I was struggling with demons in deep hollows of hell
How could he just tell, I needed him.
I need him'

One hit to your wall. One hit at a time.