Part 11
Part 11
𝓣𝓪𝓮𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓸𝓿:
I woke up next morning to the absolute silence of soft air and feathery dust moving around th room,Jungkook still drowsed beside me, his lips slightly parted as he breathe elegantly.
I leaned onto his bare chest, placing my lips on his cheeks...I just simply couldn't keep myself from doing that.
Then I left the room to let him sleep peacefully, Outside the sky was as cloudless as the day before: the sun bright and piercing, the sea throwing off great sheets of light. I sat and felt the drops of sweat prick and pool against my skin.
It was finally the day when Jungkook was going to leave for the war, it felt a bit strange to think of him going to the war now, I was scared to let him go just like that, not when we were the most close , of ever we have been.
We shared literally everything, we were both so engrossed that we use to run out of time when we kissed, we were two boys but yet he was my big spoon and I was his little one when we cuddled...
In less than an hour the chariots and the horses would be here. I had fallen asleep thinking of it, I had woken with it. Thought of leaving Jungkook when I wanted to hold him more. We had discussed, already, that I would not go.
Like of course he won't take me, what was I??? I haven't even stepped on a bee and here I was asking him to take me on a war.
It was a stupid suggestion, But somewhere it made me realise, how much I had invested myself in the warrior that I was ready to die for him, even if I was never going to return back yet I was fine.. At least I would have stayed with him. At least I would breathed the last time in his arms.
Jungkook emerged from the room, already smelling of honey soaps and dressed.
He stood behind me as he softly wrapped his arms around my waist, his chest touching my back and his lips pressed on my head.
There were no words to speak to him of how I felt. I couldn't just tell him that I didn't wanted him to go.... I couldn't tell him that I might have fallen for him months ago nor could I tell him to be safe for God sake and come back to me alive, I had Visioned my future with him, and so I need him untill the death would part us apart together.
"Pearl, I'm living" Needles pricked my skin and pierced my heart.
"I know, No one knows that any better then me."
"Will you help me put the rest of my armor on?"
He wants me to make him ready to leave me?? How tragic.
I nodded and followed him into the room, he held my hand and I wished he would never leave it for anything.
Past the heavy door. I handed him bits of leather and metal as he gestured for them, coverings for his upper thighs, his arms, his belly.
I watched him strap these things on, one by one, saw the stiff leather dig into his soft flesh, skin that only last night I had traced with my finger, the same skin I had worshipped with my lips almost every night
My hand twitched towards him, longing to pull open the tight buckles, to release him. But I did not.
This wasn't his first time going for a war, but this was my first time watching him go away with my heart in his.
I handed him the last piece, his helmet, and watched as he fitted it over his ears, leaving only a thin strip of his face open.
He pulled his bare hand out as he cupped my face softly,
I never let his eyes leave mine, so it took me really long time to realize he had tucked a pretty daisy in my hair.
Again, something we did everyday, he would tuck the daisy, call me sweet names an then we would kiss deep.
I'd cry I thought.
"Do W-wait for me my daisy, I'll come back to you. And when I come back I want to see you the same way I'm leaving you. With pretty cheeks and chubby belly"
He said kissing my eyelids.
I furrowed my brows, This wasn't him speaking, was he??
"But my majesty, that day you said—"
"I know, I know I told you, never to wait for me when I'm gone, but I don't think I can go peacefully with the thought of you forgetting me pearl. Nor do I either want to go anywhere without you"
"So I'll come back sweet, I'll come back to you"
He leaned towards me, I closed my eyes, and then felt his lips on mine, the only part of him still soft. I didn't move, nor did he. We stayed like that until I opened my eyes and found the room empty, he was gone.
It was like the imagination I had of us, so vivid and yet the most beautiful.