The Mafioso And His Angel | Jeon Jungkook Fanfiction ||✔||

• Chapter Twenty-two •

Y/N'S POV :: Present

I didn't realize when my tears fell down and I was crying along with Jungkook. He is still laying in my lap and my hand are in his hairs. I'm trying to calm him down although he has stopped crying now but there's this coldness. He is way too still. We both don't say a word after he is finished. I'm blankly staring in the air.

He saw his family dying at the age of eight. At such a tender age. He was stabbed in that age where he should've been protected. He lost his family on Christmas. The very special occasion for families and now it makes sense why he created the mess after seeing decorations.

"I'm sorry.. I'm so so sorry..." I whispered while shutting my eyes and waiting for his response but I didn't get one. I looked down at his face and realized that he is unconscious or sleeping? I couldn't decipher.

"I'm so sorry that you had to go through all that.. I'm sorry you had to see that.. I'm just.. I'm so sorry.. I wish I could heal you. I wish I could erase your scars.." I mumbled as I brushed my fingers through his hairs. Jungkook scooted closer towards me while humming unconsciously. "They all... died..." I heard him mumble as a tear trickle down from his closed eyes. It stings somewhere deep to see his breakable and vulnerable side. I feel so bad that I made him remember that terrible night of his life.

I'm so sorry biggie.

Night passes by and when I open my eyes it's already morning. The dim rays of sun are falling down from the window. I squint my eyes while feeling a heavy weight on my arm. When I looked beside me, my breath is stuck in my throat as I gulped down the lump while watching him. Jungkook's head is laying on my chest while my right arm is wrapped around him. His grip around my waist is tight while his one leg is hanging on mine keeping me still and trapped between him. I let out a shaky breath suddenly feeling my pulses way too high. My heart is drumming in my ear. I have no idea what he'll think if he sees us like this. I didn't even realize when I felt asleep last night.

God, why I'm so stupid? He asked me to stay not to sleep with him!

I mentally cried but the moment my eyes fell on his face I'm stunned. His hairs are messy, lips are in a slight pout,cheeks are puffy and his eyes are light red. His eyes are swollen and it hits me in my heart. The events that happened last night. He showed me his wounds and I met with the person behind that tough facade. I let out a sigh.

I have to get out before he wakes up.

Nodding to myself I lightly remove my arm under his head. Careful not to wake him up. I still have no idea if he is unconscious or sleeping. When I remove his head from my chest I proceed to remove his arm from my waist which is kinda tough because he keeps leaning in. "Cummon big guy.. you have to let me go.." I mumbled under my breath. After I succeed in removing his arm my next tatted is his leg which was quite easy that I thought. When I'm out of the bed I cover him up with blanket before dragging myself in a bathroom.

When I come back from bathroom I see him still in my bed which gives me weird tingling in my stomach but I ignore it. The first thing I do after coming downstairs is to clean the mess from last night. "We can do it ma'am." The servant says but I shake my head. "Nah let me help!" I smile and continue doing my work. While cleaning the living room I couldn't help but think about the things. His eyes held so much anger when he stared at me while pinning me on the wall but at the same time, I couldn't help but notice the sadness. There was something so empty about his eyes even after showing the anger. "Y/n!" I snap out of my thoughts at that voice.