“I’m sorry for your loss” - #10
100 ways to say “I Love You”
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Jaebum / Reader (GOT House Couple)
Word Count: 1.241
Warnings: Mentions of losing a loved one.
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Jay B isn’t sure if he knows the girl who opened the door, worse than that, he doesn’t know if she knows him, by the way she barely looked at him, he strongly believes she didn’t even saw who it was. But anyways let him in, without even asking what he wants or who he is willing to see. She turned a corner and just disappeared into thin air right after.
Her lack of concerns for safety bothers him to an unsettling extend, but that isn’t the matter right now. He is already in, now he only needs to find what he is looking for, more specifically who. Looking around the hall and the corridor he searches for a familiar face to help him with his quest.
Taking his chance, he follows up the stairs to the second floor, the house display is very similar to the one he lives at, all houses on the neighborhood are similar, god bless the pre-modeled houses. This one is definitely lighter, cleaner, and quieter –this last one is still open for debate, once it is the last week of summer vacations and many people are still not back—but all in all, the difference is obvious, it is a sorority house and not a fraternity one.
Reaching the second floor Jaebum almost runs into someone, a familiar face at last. “Hey, what are you doing here?” She asks wrapping a towel on her hair in a very complicated way.
“Someone let me in, and just- disappeared? So, I just let myself in?” He explains feeling relived someone else is concerned by the inhabitant’s safety.
“Oh!” she nods and looks around “It must have been Min, she doesn’t really care about who comes in, I’ll talk to her, but- Can I help you with something?” she smiles.
“Oh, sure! Please! I’m looking for Y/N.” Jay B holds the handrail suddenly nervous.
“Oh! I see!” Her eyes take in a knowing look “Her room is that one” she points a door by the end of the corridor close to the stairs to the third floor. “Her door is open so, you can just go in, and close if you guys need!” She winks with a laugh.
“Thanks!” Jaebum looks down at his shoes trying to hide the way his cheeks burn with embarrassment. Seems like many people knows what happened on the end-of-semester party.
“Ahm…” she calls after he passes by her on his way to the door he has been looking for, this time she is the one bushing.
She is cute “Oh! His brother is driving him down on Thursday.” He nods taking another step towards your door “I get why he likes you. You guys look nice together.” Jaebum can’t help but smile at her embarrassed giggle as he walks away.
Stopping by your door he can see you inside your back is facing him, you are unpacking, or at least it what it looks like. You pick a piece of clothes up, looks at it and decides what to do, you either fold and places on the wardrobe or on the dresser, or lets it unfold on the bed or throws it on the floor. He doesn’t understand the criteria.
Your room is very much like you, no nonsense. The walls have the same color as the corridors, some off-white light color. On the right side, where you are, there is a wardrobe and a dresser, this one has perfumes and figurines on top of it. Some photos on the wall giving a more personal touch. Your bed is opposite of the door under the window, you have a blackout and a pinkish tule blind over it. He is sure he’d seen it before in your childhood.
By the bed you have a nightstand and on the left wall there are some more photos, concert tickets, flags, and memories. On the same wall as the door is your studying table, filled with pens, colored sticker notes and books.
Clearing his throat, he tries to catch your attention. You look from your rainbow-colored knit sweater to him and back at it. You fold it and decides it goes on the dresser.
“Can I come in?” He asks already walking in.
“I guess you already did.” You say taking a pair of pants and putting it in front of your body as you look in the mirror.
“I wanted to- “
“I’m on the stage four, Jaebum.” You throw the pair of jeans back in your bed. “I’m sad to the point I don’t want to wake up tomorrow, that’s how I am. I don’t want to wake up and remember…” eyes filing with tears you avert you gave and a takes a fluffy pink sweater.
Jaebum lifts his hand in an attempt to touch you but before he does, he thinks better and lets his hand drop. Sighing he sits on an empty space in your bed. “You know I’m here for you, right?”
“You weren’t there!” You spit angrily at him in accusation.
You know you are not being fair. He spent his summer vacations abroad, his older sister got married, his whole family traveled to help with the preparations and the ceremony. He couldn’t be there, and still, you are trying to hold him accountable for. Is much easier to do it and push him away than to admit you miss him. You wanted him to be there by your side comforting you and holding you while you cried. You are upset and he is here, but still, you try to push him away. Blame it on psychology, that is what sad people do.
Taking your hand, he makes you stop moving. “I’m sorry for your loss!” He says with voice laced in sincerity, and you know he means it.
Jay B grew up on the house next door to your grandparents, he knows how much you love them. They took care of you whenever your parents had to travel because of work, go to meetings, grownups parties or have time for themselves. You stayed over at their place on the weekends backing with your grandma or playing baseball on the garden with your grandpa. He was, actually, the one who taught Jaebum how to play.
On your teens, their place was the one where you’d run to, after fighting with your parents. They would spoil you rotten. Moving away for university, you made sure to call them every day, go home every vacation and long weekends. They were more than just your grandparents; they were your best friends too. And now your granddad was gone.
Pulling you by your hand, Jaebum kisses the back of it and caresses with his thumb. He knows you are hurt and doesn’t mean what you just said. “But I am here now, and won’t leave you alone, so...” He looks around the clothes pretending to be trying to make sense of what’s going on. “Want me to help you?”
Shrugging your shoulders, you push the clothes from the bed to the floor, laying down on your bed you tuck your hands under your cheek. He watches you not saying a word. Pulling his hand, you put it over your waist as you invite him silently to lay down with you. Caressing the hair away from your face, he rests his head on the pillow following through with his promise to be there for you.
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