Stay With Me | Jisoo & Jin Goo
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âShe stopped the nightmares,â he says. She had made the nights more bearable. Her mutation had protected him against his subconscious. âI donât want to sleep. I though alcohol would help,â he mumbles. His words probably donât make sense to Jisoo, who wouldâve needed to know what Hari did for him to understand. But in his intoxicated state, Jin Goo didnât know.Â
They get to her car, and he finds something else to talk about, to try and not remember the short conversation he had had with Hari a few days prior. âWhere are we going?âÂ
There was something indescribably sad about the slow upwards curve of his lips as they ventured out into the frigid air, a cruel juxtaposition that for the life of her, Jisoo could not explain. And slowly, with every footstep the realization that she was the wrong recipient to his text dawned, Jisoo burrows her face into the safe confines of her scarf in mortification. No wonder his text seemed more personal than Jisoo had anticipated.
âYou did text me, sunbae.â Jisoo says quietly, her hands falling to her side. âDo you want me to call someo-?â
He interrupts her, though it wasnât out of rudeness. No, far from it - in front of her very eyes, Jisoo watches as her former Captainâs glassy eyes reminisce into a foreign place she was forbidden to enter. As he begin to speak, the bitter tones of his voice jolts her. She? Jisoo startles, though she knew full well who he was referring to.
Jisoo had thought she would be happy if the other woman from Jin Gooâs life left, but as she traces the myriad of expressions of his face now, Jisoo realizes that there was an echoing painful throb of her heart.
She misses the happier Jin Goo.Â
(Belatedly, Jisoo realizes that Jin Goo was a man of many voices: strict, commanding and gentle â she had thought she heard them all, but today, Jisoo realized she never wanted to hear the very essence of such heartbreak weaved within the deep baritones of his voice again.)
âAlcohol never helps.â He looks lost and small as he speaks, and Jisoo watches him carefully, her breath fogging up the scathing air outside. âThereâs no answer at the bottom of a bottle, sunbae.â Jisoo canât say that she knows how one cures heartbreak, but she thought perhaps â if she could stay, as he did when she first started as a special ops agent, the nightmares could go away. She may not be as good as this mysterious woman, but still â she could try.
After all, he must be missing her â and though he doesnât say it; he must be lonely: after all, it was written within the heaviness of his footsteps as they approach her car.
Jisoo watches at her breath diffuses into the darkness of the night as she thinks of the way she left her sister after their fatherâs death. A ball of guilt resided at the well of her throat. No, she wouldnât leave someone in need again. âWeâre going to my place.â Jisoo says with renewed determination, all but persistently pushing him into the backseat of her small car, though still mindful that she doesnât knock his head against the roof. âIâm going to make sure those nightmares donât come.â
As she starts her car, feeling more alive than she had since the last time she had seen him, Jisoo could not help but to laugh at the turn of events. â-And youâre in no place to argue: youâre going to wake up with a hell of a headache, sunbae.
Fortunately for you, Iâve got just the right amount of aspirin.â














