Unspoken Agreement || J.JK

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I hate the way, the way I always miss you
yeah I know I'm crazy but you're sick too

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I walk out of the room and down the stairs, keeping myself warm with a sweater clinging onto my upper body and complete silence fogging the air. Dawn falls upon the horizon by the time I'm in the living room, and a small corner of my brain begs me to walk out to the large backyard.

Nobody's up yet, except for Wilma, the family's daily, and Maurice, their butler. They're preparing everything for breakfast, assuming from the faint chatter I hear from the kitchen. Despite that, my mind's clear of any complicated thoughts. I stop by the garden and look over the city in the far distance below. Faint sounds of sirens are filling the morning air, wailing in order to get ahead of the traffic that's crowding up on every road.

Lately, I've been wondering about my father. I don't know when he's coming back or where he is, but ever since that day when he showed up at the house, I've felt nothing but restless. I just wish that he would've dealt differently with his financial troubles when he had the chance, instead of stealing from these people.

Unintentionally, I glance up at the balcony of Jungkook's room and see him leaned over the railing, watching me. His eyes on me make my heart tremble in surprise, and a shiver rolls down my neck from the breeze that passes. I think he's softened up to me a little in these past days, which is a huge difference from how it all started out. It helps me get through the hours a little easier. I know there's a good heart hiding somewhere underneath the layers of hard shell, but I'm not sure yet that he's ever going to be completely changed.

The cold makes me return inside, and my phone starts vibrating, interrupting the quietness once I'm back upstairs. I walk ahead to pick it up from the couch, seeing an unknown number revealed on the screen, but I still decide to take the call. "Hello?"

"Raina Winters?" The man on the other line addresses me.

"Yes, that's me."

"You are related to Chris Winters. Correct?"

"Yes. He's my father."

A small sigh is audible, hesitation coming from his end before he finally speaks. "I'm sorry for your loss. He was involved in a shooting at the airport this morning. He was found dead at the scene."

It feels like my world spins upside down, mouth falling slightly agape as the phone almost slips from my hand. I need to hold on to the wall to remain on my feet. I'm feeling the pressure that throbs at my head, and the ringing in my ears repeatedly makes me go into panic and heartbreak. My breaths get shallow and I set my eyes on Jungkook who stops in front of me. He looks at me with confusion, stepping closer while I can just stare at him in disbelief.

"You monster." I breathe heavily, and my hands shake as I look at him with anger. Tears find their way out, and they're rolling down my cheeks before the sudden wave of hatred fills my veins. "How could you do this to me! Why would you kill him!" I obnoxiously cry out, hitting his chest with all the emotions that drip inside me.

"What's going on?" Jungkook asks, harshly stopping my punches that don't faze him in any way with clasping his hands around my wrists.

"He's dead." My shoulders shake with the uncontrollable sobs that escape me, voice breaking as I slide down to my knees and bury my head into his chest when he squats beside me, listening to my cries. My sight gets blurred and I clutch to his torso while Jungkook lets me pour it all out there until I calm down from the shock and look up. He gently brushes away the hair that stuck to my face from the tears, but I don't think either of us even realize it. Then he lifts me up and places me on the bed.

"Why would you do that to me?" I whisper, looking at his eyes. He stares at me for a long moment before speaking.

"It wasn't me, Raina."

After that, my surroundings begin to feel like they're prevailing in slow motion. I hear Jungkook talking on the phone, but I'm not even registering the words that he's saying. I'm lost and confused, disturbed by the loud ringing in my ears. The last speck of faith was taken from me just like that, and I'm not sure that I can ever come back to myself again.