Accidentally Assisting

Chapter 49 - A Lovely End

Enjoy this last chapter. It would have been more satisfying to end it at 50 but oh well. I hope you're happy with how everything's ending, and stay tuned for an Author's Note coming soon. 

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The light is the first thing that wakes me up the next morning. It is softly caressing my face, pulling me out of my dreams into my reality which became a dream last night as well.

Why even go to bed when being awake is so wonderful?

Yawning, I roll around in the most comfortable bed I've ever slept in to observe Jungkook, still fast asleep. He's never looked more beautiful, cuddled into the bedsheets with the soft light brightening his face, his legs deeply entangled with me.

When I came back to Korea, I expected many events to occur but certainly not Jungkook and me having sex after confessing our love to each other.

Jeon Jungkook loves me.

That sole thought fills me with immense, infinite happiness, followed by some frustration when I realize that we could have had so much more time together if I hadn't been so terrified of true love.

Then again, a small part of me tells me that I'm not the only one who needed this time to grow. I needed those eight months to realize that one encounters true love like Jungkook's only once in a lifetime and that once you've come across it, you should never let go of it, ever. I've learned that you need to fight for the people you love.

I've also learned that just because a relationship is toxic once doesn't mean it'll be toxic forever. Maybe instead of running away all these months ago, I should have stayed and attempted to understand Jungkook's perspective. We should have tried to find a compromise together.

However, I also needed that time alone to remember who I was again because that was something that I had certainly forgotten through all my time spent with Jungkook and Jungkook only. While I've changed my mind about our situation back then in general, this is something I will never change my mind about. My utter dependency on him was extremely unhealthy. One should never mix business with pleasure, which is a universal rule we constantly broke.

All these thoughts run through my mind as I quietly slip out of bed to get myself a coffee downstairs. Now in the daylight, I can recognize that not much has changed since I've been away, which doesn't surprise me. While Jungkook does have a certain sense of aesthetics (as one can tell by his impeccable style), he doesn't have the time to be bothered to decorate his apartment. And now that his assistant doesn't live with him, it's not like she can just butt in and give him some decoration tips.

Amazing how I haven't been here in so long and I immediately feel comfortable again, reminded of the fact this was my home for almost a year. I have so many memories in this luxurious penthouse. Hiding away in my room which was one of the only places Jungkook never entered, being scared to knock at Jungkook's room, watching a movie and falling asleep in front of the largest TV I've ever seen (and of course, getting teased by Jungkook for it) and attempting to cook in the most elegant kitchen ever.

Once I arrive in the kitchen, I prepare a coffee for myself and tea for Jungkook (quite frankly, I'm surprised he even kept the coffee machine since the only person who ever used it is me) before making my way up to his bedroom again. On the way, I can't help but stop at my old room and peek inside. My heart aches as I realize absolutely nothing has changed. Since I didn't want to appear too suspicious before leaving, I didn't remove too much decoration, and Jungkook doesn't seem to have touched the room since I left. It probably pained or angered him too much. I can't blame him, since I would have felt the same.

When I return to Jungkook's room, he's woken up, still tightly snuggled up into his blanket, however.

His eyes widen as I enter. "You're still here."