Seokjin's pov

"Sir? Excuse me Mr. Kim."

"I am sorry, what did you say?" I asked frantically, needing to get home quickly as possible from the university. Eliza was alone at home as her mother had left to India.

"Will tomorrow be okay for the presentation?" One of my students asked again.

"Yeah sure. Tomorrow it is then." That being said I left for my cabin to take my belongings.

These days have been a little tiresome because of the piled up works on my desk. Her mom insisted me to go to work, telling she will be home with Liz. But I couldn't help as my heart always tends to reach out to her, nagging and swaying around her thoughts. I couldn't concentrate on anything, all I wanted to do was be with her. I missed her warmth, her smile, the whole of her.

"Jin, how is she now?" This has been the question all of us have been hearing for a while. Today it was Jace. He is back on the campus after his long leave. Although he doesn't know of all the details just like the others save it for the close ones, he seems to care.

"Yeah she is alright now. Getting healthy and better." I conjured up a cheery face which I have been doing a lot these days despite the sting inside.

"That is good to know. What is her plan now? Job?"

"She hasn't decided yet I guess. I mean she still has cast on her left hand and is recovering. I think it will be good she takes more rest." I am not going to let her take a job, not until she is perfectly healthy.

"That's what I thought. She will have to fight tooth and nails to get you to agree with her to at least move from you." His lips tugged up the corner, not reaching his eyes.

"I am leaving now. It is already late and she must be sleeping already." I rushed to the door waving a quick bye to my friend.

The leaves I took finally tolled in making me work overnight even if I try not to get past 10. Sometimes I feel like I don't get paid enough for the work I do. At least that is what she says. Or used to say. Now everything is a little different. The conversations we have with each other have changed a lot. Not because we grew distant but because we understand each other.

She sometimes gets flared up due to my over indulging acts. Taking everything over and above just so she could rest and also to make me feel relieved. She says I am acting like an overprotective mate as in werewolves or faes. When it gets a little too much she takes out her frustration and bursts. Seconds after that I could see the guilt in her eyes for taking it out on me even if I earned the lash out myself. That was her. No matter how annoying I become and frustrates her she still tries not to make me feel sad or else guilt and regret eats at her.

Sometimes I knowingly does it just so she could let out her pent up emotions and anger on someone. I just don't want her to bottle up all her feelings. I might not know exactly what happened or what the hell she went through but just the thought of it is enough for me to burn the whole house down. I just wish those rotting bastards in the cell could be tortured and burnt more.

Once I reached home I slowly dragged upstairs seeing that the ground floor was empty and still of any movement. She must be asleep, it is near to twelve now. I carefully opened the door and saw her back turned towards the door and slow steady shifts in the blanket. The night lamp was switched on like always.

I closed the door not wanting to wake her and instead went to freshen up. I didn't have the appetite to eat anything when I clearly know she didn't touch her dinner. So instead I drank some juice which I found in the fridge and went back upstairs.

Before going to my room I checked on her again just so I could sleep peacefully knowing that she is alright. Even before I could open the door I heard a muffled sob from the other side. I stopped on my track and my heart along with it.

I couldn't stand there when she was having another one of her nightmares. She has been having dreams which I knew were nothing happy but twisted and dark. The night she could never forget, the one etched in her mind. She has never cried in front of me, not even once. Her mom was the one who found her one night crying, later she told me about it.

Impossible to leave her crying when knowing she is vulnerable I opened the door to her room with a slight click on the hinge. She was curled up on the bed barely visible from the heavy blankets piled up on her. Realising my presence she shifted and after some time faced me.

"When did you come back?" Her eyes were red, tired and swollen showing signs of her crying was not just from the nightmares alone but the memories. Even if she tried to cover it, I knew her.

"Sometime back." I said and sat on the edge of the bed. All I wanted to do was pull her into my arms, stroke her hair, comfort her and wipe out all her tears. But I knew I shouldn't do it, not until she want me to.

All I did was caress her palm gently, trying my best to sooth her, to let her know she wasn't alone. And she didn't pull away but held onto me tightly. Her gaze was fixed on the ceiling, the only light from the night lamp on her bedside table, a hue of blues and whites, gave me a chance to see her face.

"Speak to me, please." I said desperately, just to hear her voice. She patted on the spot beside her, her palm still holding onto mine. I laid down but reminded myself to not make her uncomfortable in any way.

"Nightmares." Her voice was barely above a whisper. If not for the silence around us I would have missed hearing it. She took a deep breath before continuing, "It is always the same. Sometimes me in it, sometimes someone else in my place." She was trying to stop her voice from cracking and I understood every word she said, the despair and fear in it. She didn't continue and I didn't push her either. Let her take her time, I will still be there.

We both didn't say anything and I knew she didn't want me to either. The last thing she want is someone pity her.

I locked my fingers with hers, hoping it would provide the comfort she needed. I clasped my other palm in a fist to restrain myself from holding her against my chest, she wasn't ready for that yet. And I was content enough to just be with her, to know that she is with me safe and sound.

The comfort of having each other close was enough for us to drift into a dreamless night, one we both needed.