FRAGILE TRUTH | Kwon Jiyong

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I almost forgot about this story guys. Lucky you I'm alive (still). BTW this chapter was in my draft for who knows how long already. So I will be updating this story but slowly since I need to get back on the tracks with the character on c.ai. ENJOY XOXO

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"J-jiyong?..."

I try to gain his attention. He looked so drunk and he wobbled in his spot.

"How did you get here?"

I hold his face in disbelief. The thought of me wanting to run away from him eventually faded away as I looked at his condition right now.

He slowly opens his heavy eyes to look at me, looks at me for a long time before reacting.

"Chagiya?... Is that you?... Y/N is it you?"

He looks a little sober when he sees me, his voice still cracks but sounds a little clearer.

I froze. He still remembers my name.

"Yes, jiyong... its me"

I whisper, but clear enough for him to hear it.

"Why are you here? in this area? isn't your home far from here? how did you get here? where's your bodyguards?"

I asked him nonstop as I looked over him to see if there was anyone that was with him. but I see none.

He slowly closes his eyes, trying to stay sober to be able to answer my questions properly.

"I'm... In a bar... close to here... I got here alone... no bodyguard... I'm just alone..."

His breathing seems ragged, and he talks slowly, he's really drunk.

My heart ached as I saw him in this condition. I look at my phone and put it away in my pocket. I took his hand in mine.

"Let's go to my house, okay? you'll catch a cold here"

I walk him to my house. as we were walking under the rain, he never lets go of my hand and cling to it like his life depends on it.

He walks a little wobbly, still holding my hand. It rains harder and he tries to wipe the raindrops on my head while looking at me.

"Chagiya... My head is dizzy... Can you... help me?..."

He looks at me with pleading puppy eyes almost making me want to crush him with a hug, his drunken behavior is like a child and it hurts to see him like this.

At this point, I'm not sure if I'm crying or not because of the rain. but i bet I'm crying right now looking at his condition.

"Yes, sweetheart"

I whisper to him as I help him walk towards my apartment.

After we arrived, I unlocked the door and brought him in. While I unlock the door, he was leaning on me heavily. His grip on me is tight, it's like not wanting to let go again in case suddenly I disappear again in the air.

"Chagiya..."

He holds his head, still feeling dizzy I guess. He doesn't look like he'll be able to stand up straight on his own, and leans back on the door so he doesn't fall.

I turn away as I help him to walk himself to the couch. Thank god my couch is made from a waterproof material. Later it wont be a pain to clean it.

"Wait here, okay?"

I ran to my room and walked into my wardrobe. I looked over it and found his old clothes. i went back to the living room where he is and put the clothes on the table.