It was the evening of the fourth day since Yeoju arrived in America. More than half of the seven days had already passed. Yeoju woke up tossing and turning in bed. She turned on the phone screen on her nightstand and frowned at the glare.
It was 3:50, the morning before sunrise on the fifth day, almost 4 o'clock. I thought about drinking some water and going to bed... or just going back to sleep, but maybe because I had just woken up... my throat was somehow thirsty, so I tossed and turned on the bed for a while before finally getting up.
Step by step—,,
"Haaam~!"
The heroine, who was walking slowly along the wall of the dark hotel room with her eyes still half-closed, suddenly stopped walking and listened faintly at a sound that reached her ears.
Ugh...ugh...sob...
No, what on earth is that sound..? She suddenly woke up to a strange sound that sounded like someone sobbing and turned her head in the direction of the sound. As her eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, she was able to easily realize that the sound was coming from beyond the slightly open door in the room next to hers.
Oh..? But, the room next to mine is...
"Isn't that the room that Jungkook uses..?"
The heroine, who had almost unconsciously approached Jeongguk's room as if drawn by curiosity, grabbed the doorknob that was already slightly open and carefully pushed it open.
Squeak—
"Jungkook..?"
As expected, Jeongguk was lying in bed, tossing and turning slightly, groaning..? She hurriedly moved closer to him and placed a hand on his forehead to check for a fever.
I don't have a fever...
"Oh my gosh... look at the cold sweat..."
A closer look revealed Jungkook's entire body drenched in cold sweat. Was he having a nightmare? But what kind of dream was it?
'He's making such a painful expression...'
First of all, it didn't seem like anything was hurting, so I was relieved and was tidying up the bangs that were stuck to Jeongguk's forehead due to the sweat.
widely-,,
With a sound, the female protagonist's body tilted for a moment and thenthud,,She fell onto the bed. It was because Jungkook suddenly grabbed the female lead's wrist and pulled her towards him, knocking her down. The female lead, completely embraced by Jungkook, was flustered by the feeling of his firm body pressed against her and struggled, not knowing what to do. However, the more she struggled, the more Jungkook tightened his arms around her, trapping her even more in his embrace.
"Uh, over there...Jungkook..?"
'Ugh... I feel it even better because my body is wet and my clothes are sticking to me...'
Her face flushed for no reason. It must be a good thing the lights were out and the room was dark... The more Yeo-ju thought to herself, the more she struggled, but Jeong-guk only held on tighter. This time, she relaxed her body and placed her hand on his chest, slowly pushing him away.
however...
"Don't move......"
At the sound of Jeongguk's voice, whispering softly while burying his face in her shoulder, she was frozen and unable to move.
"Just...just a moment...just a moment...it'll be fine,, "
He was burying his face in her shoulder, so she couldn't read his expression... but somehow, hearing his voice that seemed to be strained, she quietly raised her hand and patted his back, and as she searched her memory, she remembered the lullaby her mother had sung to her when she had a nightmare as a child and cried.
The moon is smiling.
Good day today,
Even babies smile when they see the stars.
Tomorrow will be a brighter morning.
Have sweet dreams.
Good night, my baby.
After a few minutes of the heroine whispering softly and patting his back, the dark, heavy, and quiet night slowly began to brighten with the morning sun.
.
.
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Jungkook was lost in thought, quietly looking at the female protagonist who was sound asleep on his bed. The same nightmare he often had, the same repertoire, and when he closed his eyes, he could still picture the commotion around him and the image of a woman lying helplessly in pain on the bed in front of him.
I always felt dirty after that dream...,, I can still hear her gentle whispers in my ear. Her voice was so soft, as if comforting me that everything was okay... It tickled my throbbing chest. I buried my face in hers, holding her so she wouldn't show me her disheveled expression.
"If I had known I would hear such a lullaby, I would have shown my face instead."
Showing my weakness...is like showing my inner self, but instead, I showed that side of myself and received a sweet lullaby as a gift...so...
"Even more... I don't want to let you go."
He reached out and carefully lifted her long, disheveled hair, which was scattered across the bed like embroidery.
"Yeah..."
Jungkook turned his head away from the female protagonist, who was squirming slightly and mumbling softly as if tickled, and briefly brushed his lips against her hair.
love you...
Against the backdrop of the window, where the fresh morning sunlight was slowly seeping in, a small, ownerless whisper faded into the air and disappeared.