Y/n pov
(here "you" is referring to Jungkook)
You were crying silently, the tears streaming down your cheeks like a river of sorrow. Your big, pleading eyes searched for mine, and I could see the desperation etched into your features as you longed to take my hand, but the reality of your situation held you back.
Your wrists were restrained, tied firmly to the metal frame of the hospital bed where you lay—each binding a reminder of the careful measures they had to enforce. They had to restrict your movements to ensure your safety and prevent you from harming yourself during this fragile time. But more than that, they had to safeguard others from any potential threat you might unintentionally pose in your despair.
Watching you in such a vulnerable condition was unbearable. Each tear that fell from your eyes tugged at my heart as you silently begged me to rescue you from this confined space. Your gaze was filled with raw emotion that shattered something deep within me. I felt broken and lost amidst a whirlwind of fear and helplessness.
In a moment of instinct, I gently touched your hand, my fingers brushing against yours. The warmth I felt from your skin was both comforting and heartbreaking.
"Please... Please take me with you," you whispered, your voice trembling and filled with anguish.
The weight of your plea made it impossible for me to hold back my tears any longer. They flowed freely down my cheeks, mingling with the pain I saw reflected in your eyes. It felt as though I was trapped in a nightmare, utterly powerless to help you.
"Please, don't look at me like that. What do I do?" My mind raced with confusion and fear.
"My noona. My lady... Please. If you help me, I swear I'll do anything you want. I will love only you if you ask me to."
Your words cut through me with a chilling intensity. The boy before me, the sweet boy I once adored, once again tried to get under my skin. It was as if you were wearing a mask, a layer of darkness clouding the innocent persona I once cherished.
What are you up to?
I silently begged you not to toy with my emotions. Was this merely a ploy to garner my sympathy? The dread settled deep in my stomach at the thought that perhaps the boy I had known was nothing more than an illusion—a fragile memory tainted by doubts and fears.
I struggled to trust you. My heart was locked behind walls built of past pain and betrayal.
Yet, despite my fears and uncertainties, I kept quiet, wrapping my arms around you tightly.
Maybe this was just a game to you.
Maybe you were putting on a show.
Or maybe, just maybe, your cries were genuine, and deep down, you were simply a hurt soul yearning for connection in your lonely existence.
If there was even a chance, a mere breath of possibility, that you were indeed in pain, I couldn't turn my back on you.
So I hugged you closer, reassuring you that I cared. As I cradled your feverish body in my arms, I felt the tremors fade away, the desperate cries subsiding into quiet. I could sense your heartbeat steady, transitioning from a frantic rhythm that echoed like thunder to a calm pulse under my touch.
"You're not alone anymore. Didn't I promise I would take care of you? No matter who you are, I will keep that promise."
Our eyes locked, and I could see the remnants of tears lingering in yours, a deep abyss of emotion that felt darker than I had ever seen. I was entranced, almost unable to tear my gaze away, mesmerized by the depth of your pain.
"Tell me more about yourself. Share everything with me. Let me help you. I need you to trust me too. Who is the person looking at me like this right now?"
You offered a painful smile and slowly closed your eyes as if trying to gather your thoughts. With a deep, labored breath, you opened your eyes again to meet my gaze.
"I am the one you are afraid of and hate."
The statement struck me like lightning, illuminating the truth I had tried to deny. The sweet boy I cherished and this darker entity were but two sides of the same coin.
"You want to escape from this prison. Is that why you're acting this way? Is that why you've sought solace in the arms of so many?"
You didn't answer; you smiled, that mysterious smile tinged with sadness. The silence was maddening.
"Why can't you just talk to me? Why do you continue to be this way?"
"Because no matter what I say, you will interpret it as you wish. You'll never truly believe me. I'm just like everyone else to you, right? You think I'm scary, disgusting, and a criminal. So I'm merely behaving in a way everyone expects me to."
"I am me! You can't categorize me with the rest. You don't even know me."
"No? Didn't you fall in love with that sweet boy? That boy who, truthfully, never existed outside of your hopes? I felt it the night you kissed me. The way you longed for me was palpable, just like everyone else, based on my looks."
"Deep down, you know it's wrong. You understand that you can't desire someone who is sick, someone branded a criminal. But the truth is, you still crave me. So I ask you, Y/N, who will you heed—your heart's longing or your rational mind?"
"Ultimately, that's what sets you apart from the others. You still think. And maybe that's why I find myself drawn to you so fiercely."