SHADOW ➵ 𝘈𝘛𝘌𝘌𝘡 ✔️

019

— Week 2, day 5 play the song <3

" it's painful as much as i can't
breathe but also magnificent "

taemin - criminal

Jennie's POV
he was here. i could feel it. the door was locked but somehow he had entered. why he wasn't revealing himself? i don't know. maybe he was enjoying the pure horror on my face, laughing in the shadows at his own impact. the room was pitch black but the adrenaline flooding my system improved my senses with no reluctance.

"Jennie Kim."

My hands tremble from beneath the duvet as my body rises in heat immediately like the sun was presented right ahead. Sweat trickles down my neck as I hear the taunting echoes of his voice. With every move I make, I grow more and more terrified of hearing my own name being said.

"What happened to all that confidence from before? So brave yet so stupid."

The thumping of my heart sped up resulting in my fingers curling into fists, nails digging into my palm at their deepest. Fear tormented my guts, making my stomach ache with agonising cramps. Fear engulfed my conscience, throwing all my other thoughts aside. Fear overwhelmed my body, making it drastically exhausted. However, most of all, that same fear is making me calm, and that's what scares me most.

Suddenly, that same grasp reached my neck. Those same tears poured shamelessly out as I opened my orbs to the devil himself.

"S-Stop, please." I pleaded with the little vocal I had left.

"Sorry, what did you say?" His grip squeezed even harder. "I don't think I heard you dear."

I'm breathing harshly but the air just wouldn't go in. As if my lungs are surrounded by metal bands, inflating them felt like pushing up a lead weight on my chest.

Was I really going to die? Here?

On such bad terms with the people I love most. Haewon. I hope she forgives me. May it be in heaven or in hell, I don't care. All I wanted to was to be at peace, the love I have for her was not completely tainted or with any self serving goals, no harm either. I've still sinned though haven't I? There was no changing that.

But love is God and He is love, redemption had a higher probability than complete shrewdness.

"Wake up."

Another voice, much softer and recognisable.

Lack of breath still conquered my respiratory system.

"Wake up Jennie."

Was that...Seonghwa?

"Wake up! Now."

My eyes open, but though my eyes are open I can't think of why; my heart is still pounding, mind empty. It was as if a hypodermic of epinephrine has been emptied into my carotid. Breathing rate begun to steady as the early morning bloomed with it's regular quietude.

"You're okay." the silver haired man stated, petting my perspiring forehead with a clean handkerchief.

"I'm far from fucking okay, that's the fifth nightmare this week!" I cried out. "I'm messed up Seonghwa, I can't cope like this anymore. I can't."

He took my hands into his and glided his thumb across my knuckle's surface, seesawing with the movements. Composure was regained as I set the male a trivial beam.

"Jennie, you are going to get through this. I'm here for you and so is everyone else."

Seonghwa made me feel safe in ways I couldn't comprehend. Maybe it was those tender eyes of his, or the electrifying surge I received whenever small touch was involved. Sixth sense told me that he was somebody who I could really confide in.

"Let's go get some ice cream shall we?" he giggled gaily, pulling me out of the bed.

My legs wobbled at first feeling of walking again, I was like a toddler in the body of an eighteen year old. The commiserating male saw I was wrestling with my body parts and decided to give me a piggyback.

Chin resting on his shoulder, I observed his cross, dangling earring bob swiftly. Everything about him was compelling.

"What's your favourite flavour?" he asked intently, walking measured.

"I like a wide variety but it probably be cookies and cream." I answered.

"Yeah, we are definitely going to be best friends."

I tittered at his comment and he responded with exact imitation.

Once our desserts had been collected, we made our way back nice and steady. Sauntering past Wooyoung's room made my heart halt with such dread as I could of sworn I heard my name being said.

Will he ever leave me alone? And most importantly, how did he know that it was me walking past?

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a/n : nothing really to say for this note, sorry the chapter was shorter than usual...

a lot more foreshadowing has been used as well as a key sentence (towards the end) that has significance to the ending of the story. remember this chapter in particular loves🤍

any questions feel free to comment here or dm me! I always interact with my reader's comments so don't be afraid to ask.

your author - LV.