"I killed them. I did. I'm saying it by myself..."
"No. I don't believe you." He says with a deep voice that was still somehow calm. "You don't know what you are saying-"
"You don't believe how far I can go?" An emotional urgency in her voice was...
She didn't remember the exact moment when she stopped being nice~
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Two days since visit to Incheon... Two days since the first scars... Two days since the murder...
The morning felt light, lighter than the earlier days.
"I think you should move in with me."
Jungkook, who stood in the balcony with a mug of coffee in his hands, now turned and looked behind from where the voice came from.
His eyes beamed to see his girl who stood in between the bedroom, a bathrobe hanging on her naked body.
A smile displaying on his lips, he walks inside, sliding the balcony doors closed and keeping the empty mug on the side table.
Half past seven in a winter morning and he was just in his sweats, naked above his abdomen. But this was like his usual doing that she had noticed. He will wake up, brush his teeth, make himself coffee, sometimes for Eunjae as well, and stand in the balcony, flaunting his abs to the birds.
"Do you want me to?" He approaches her slowly.
She was healing faster than expected and no huge bundle of bandages were there on her head anymore. Hairs tied up in a high messy bun with delicate strands dancing out of the grasp of the rubberband, she tucked few behind.
"I mean..When was the last time you went back to your apartment?" Eunjae asks with her hands folded infront of her chest.
"So you are indirectly asking me to go?"
She purses her lips and shakes her head. "I'm asking you to stop caring about me like a small baby."
No matter how much she had been trying to convince him about the normalisation of conditions, he wouldn't budge his mind away from it. Considering the fact that he was more traumatized after the murder than she herself, it feels the other way around, as if she had been taking care of him.
His head dropped down as she walked nearer to him. She puts her arms around him, nuzzling into his bare chest, marveling that there was a time when he would have hugged her back in a particular way, not higher up her back, which made her feel the worry radiating through him.
"Baby.." she mumbles
"Hmm.."
"Why can't you just forget about it..?"
"I can.. I am trying to..." he breathes in. "I am supposed to protect you, I promised that.. but thinking about how Sejun was gonna kill you that day I-"
