15 • The end...
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Part : 15
Tittle : The end...
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Quote : Everyone deserve a happy ending but some people aren't lucky enough to have one... But don't worry, I will provide you one here...
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(Y/n) sat huddled on the edge of the bed, her body wracked with sobs. Tears streamed down her face, leaving glistening trails on her cheeks as she sniffled and gasped for breath, the recent terror and the lingering fear of Jungkook still gripping her.
He sat against the opposite wall, a deliberate distance between them, his crimson gaze fixed on her with a mixture of pain and regret. He fought the urge to reach out, knowing his presence was likely the source of her distress.
Finally, a low, frustrated hiss escaped his lips. "Don't cry," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. Even the sound of his voice made her flinch, her shoulders tightening almost imperceptibly. He couldn't bear to see her so afraid of him. Slowly, he stood and moved towards the bed.
(Y/n) instinctively recoiled, scrambling backward on the mattress, her eyes wide with apprehension. But he reached out, his hand gently but firmly closing around hers. He tugged her towards him, pulling her until she was sitting on his lap, her small frame surprisingly light.
He carefully took her arm, his fingers hovering near her injured elbow. He could see the faint swelling and the discoloration. Gently, he blew a soft stream of air onto the tender spot. A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips, and her small hands instinctively gripped his shirt, her knuckles white with pain.
He carefully guided her arms around his torso, then placed his hand behind her head, gently resting it on his shoulder. "Shhh," he murmured, his voice low and soothing, a stark contrast to the earlier harshness. "It's alright now. You're safe." He whispered words she had never heard before, soft assurances and gentle comforts that washed over her like a balm. "I won't let anyone hurt you again. I promise."
Unused to such tenderness, her defenses finally crumbled. She tightened her grip on his shirt, burying her face in his shoulder, her sobs echoing in the quiet room, a torrent of fear and relief finally finding release in his unexpected embrace.
The tension slowly ebbed from (Y/n)'s body, the rhythmic rise and fall of Jungkook's chest a soothing presence against her ear. Exhaustion finally claimed her, and she drifted into a fitful sleep on his shoulder, a fragile truce found in the aftermath of fear. He, too, seemed to find a measure of solace in holding her close, the warmth of her body a tangible anchor in his timeless existence. A silent vow formed within him: she was here now, and he would never let her slip away again.
Hours drifted by, marked only by the soft sounds of their breathing. When (Y/n)'s eyelids fluttered open, the dim light of the room revealed Jungkook sleeping peacefully beside her. They were cocooned together beneath a soft blanket, an unexpected intimacy in the aftermath of terror. Her elbow no longer throbbed with sharp pain, a small mercy in the lingering unease. However, the arm he had draped across her waist held her in a firm grip, a silent claim that made escape seem impossible.
Despite her lingering apprehension, a sliver of her former resilience surfaced. She cautiously tried to push his hand away, her fingers pressing against his arm, but her strength was still depleted, and his grip remained steadfast.
He stirred in his sleep, his face nuzzling into the curve of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. A soft murmur escaped his lips, a raw vulnerability laid bare in his unconscious state. "Don't… don't take her… away," he whispered, his grip tightening instinctively. "Don't leave me… alone again…" The repeated pleas, laced with a deep-seated fear of abandonment, resonated through her, a poignant echo of his earlier anguish.
A warmth spread through (Y/n)'s chest, melting the icy grip of fear that had held her captive. His whispered pleas, the raw vulnerability in his sleep-laden voice, resonated deep within her. She had always believed she was merely a fleeting desire, a possession he coveted. But the words tumbling from his lips painted a different picture – a profound need, a desperate clinging to something precious.
She watched his brow furrow in his sleep, a subtle flinch betraying his subconscious struggle to hold her close, as if even in dreams, he feared her loss. A wave of unexpected tenderness washed over her. Slowly, tentatively, she lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck, her fingers gently threading through the soft strands of his hair. The simple touch seemed to soothe him instantly. His body relaxed against hers, and his breath, which had been shallow and uneven, now flowed in slow, steady sighs against her skin.
In that intimate embrace, a fragile understanding bloomed. He, the powerful demon, found solace in her nearness, and she, the vulnerable human, found a strange comfort in his protective hold.
"I am sorry, I... I was wrong, I am sorry please... love you…" he murmured again in his sleep, the words barely audible, followed by a heart-wrenching plea, "Don't leave me ever again…" She felt the wetness of his tears seep through the fabric of her shirt, a stark contrast to his formidable exterior.
Her own arms tightened around him, a silent promise forming in her heart. Leaning closer, she whispered back into the darkness, her voice thick with emotion, "I won't. I won't ever leave you alone again."
A tremor ran through his body, a subtle shudder that spoke of a vulnerability he likely despised. Yet, he instinctively leaned further into her embrace, burying his face deeper in the curve of her neck, seeking the fragile sanctuary she offered. In that moment, bound by shared vulnerability and unspoken promises, the lines between captor and captive blurred, replaced by a nascent connection forged in the crucible of fear and unexpected tenderness.
"And... I... I love you too..."
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-Happy ending guys-
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