My Viewpoint || J.JK ?

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Every beautiful thing rained down into crumbles as soon as I passed through it.
But strangely at the same time, another incomparable beauty took its form.

One leaves, and the other forms.

And whatever causes it to leave, forms it back again.

The first trickle of rain fell upon my eyelid. I break out of my trance as I feel bazillion faint droplets now overpowering into heavy goblets as they poured. Gone was the warmth, replaced by the drenched. I wasn't floating, my bare feet were planted well on the drenched green grass.

"You should consider coming in here! It's gonna rain heavily." I hear Jungkook call out for me. I uncross my arms and run my hands through my hair. The soft pelting drenched my blouse lightly, the faint strokes that it painted on the cloth.

Reluctantly, I turn back and walked back into the house after rubbing my feet on the doormat.

I saw him adorned in his office suit and undone buttons with a loosely held tie. His thick, sculpted neck peeked through and so did the hickey that stood prominent at the crook of his neck. He arranged the dishes on the table though he would randomly wince when his arm hurt him.

"You're gonna go to the office, now?" It was early afternoon and it was raining.

He hummed in agreement. "Got a call from Hoseok." I nod in understanding and rest my hips against the table while viewing its contents. Nothing much, just a bowl of cereals for him and a compulsory glass of banana milk while for me, I saw a bowl of freshly made chicken soup. A smile crept on my face as I see it. He remembers.

I gaze up at him as he finished arranging the table. "You're gonna go like this?" I raise my brow pointing at his undone garments.

"Oh I'll have someone have it done on the way." He waved off and sat as he started gulping down huge spoonfuls of cereals each followed by a gulp of banana milk. I watch as he finished the entire meal within minutes. Belatedly he realised that I hadn't started eating and looked up questioningly. "The soup's getting cold."

I push myself up and instead walk closer to him. As I stand, right in front of him, I push him backwards causing him to lean back. I button up the second button and take the tie from his collar. Twisting and folding, I make the knot, his eyes never left mine. I push the knot upward, just till the level where the mark could be seen vaguely. I pull my hands back as I stare at his attire now. He wasn't wearing the ring anymore.

"You don't need a someone now." He blinked once and looked away embarassed as he fiddled with his collar. Faint blush tainted his cheekbones as he cleared his throat and mumbled something.

"Thanks." He said before he pushed the chair back abruptly and made his way towards the kitchen. I heard the dishes clink a little too loudly and maybe one or two fell on the ground as well.

After a minute or two, he emerged out with a phone in his hand. He mouthed a farewell to me with a 'take care' faintly added as he walked away arguing with someone, Hoseok I presumed, out of the house.

As soon as I hear the car rumble into life and zoom away, I stare at the chicken soup. He made it for me, keeping in mind that I loved it. I feel my heart warm up at the thought. He could have made another bowl of cereals too, but he thought well. I take the bowl in my hand and scoop a spoonful. The smell was amazing, he was really a great cook. And if it was another day I would've gladly licked till the last drop.

But how could I eat knowing that someone had died because of me?

The same picture flashed in front of me again. I quickly keep the bowl on the table and lean forward at the disturbing image. I couldn't relish anything, I couldn't live my life on knowing that she died for me. She died because of me. And the least she deserves is to be remembered and respected. Atleast by me.