🥀Beauty and the Beast - Jungkook🥀

Chapter 8: •I need you•

My body felt even weaker than usual.
How it wouldn't? Jungkook had sucked my magic energy almost completely.

It was that moment when i realised how dangerous was for me to stay in that house. I couldn't risk losing my powers. I still have to fight with those bastards.

Those bastards... Demons.
Jungkook was one of them.

But i didn't hate him. He suffered on his own enough. I hated them.

Just like he had a reason to hate humans. I was human too. That didn't necesserily meant he hated me too.
Or did it?

The place he bit me hurt.

Then again,
can it compare with the pain he felt?

Two sides were fighting inside of me in that moment.
One wanted me to understand Jungkook and protect him.
Second wanted to run away from him and save myself.

I didn't realise tears in my eyes until one slided down my nose.

Carefully, i stood up from the floor and went outside the room.

I was sure that i decided and wanted to do one thing. Leave.

As i walked down the hall, i was about to pass by the bedroom.
Of course, i couldn't.
My feet glued themselfs on the ground in front of the door. It was open and i could see what was happening inside.

Jungkook was sitting on the edge of the bed near the window, with his hands covering his face, his elbows resting on his knees.

Honestly, u would lie if i say that it didn't hurt me to see him like that. No matter what he did to me minutes ago, i knew it wasn't him. He couldn't control it.

The question was,
was i supposed to continue walking towards the exit, or go to him?

I closed my eyes, feeling like that will help me decide.

His birthmark flashed in my mind.

We didn't have the same birthmark for no reason, right?

What if there was something i could do to help him?

Beside me and the boys, no one knew his story. No one understood him. No one ever tried to know how he felt.

Well, i failed.

With a sigh escaping my mouth, i directed my heels towards him and let my feet drag me there.

I guess my steps were too quiet since Jungkook didn't move a bit.

I stopped once i came in front of him.

From that close, i noticed wet stains on his sleeves.

Putting my hands behind my back, i waited for him to notice that i was there.
I always held my hands behind when i was nervous. It became a habit of mine.

Realising he wasn't going to notice me by himself, i was about to speak.

Until i heard sniffs.

It was obvious that he was crying.

Was it because of what he did? Or because of Ji-Eun?

I felt heavy in my chest.
Stupid me wasn't supposed to bring her up.
I made him cry.

"Jungkook." My voice came as a whisper, so quiet that i wondered if he heard it.

He did.

At the sound of my voice, he moved his hands and lifted his head to look at me.