Beauty of love (DISCONTINUED)

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I stare into his red eyes, his words repeating over and over in my mind. 'Try us' . Could I really do that?

"What if things really go bad? What if something happens and I destroy you all?" I ask. "It won't happen. We're soulmates for a reason. You won't destroy us, you can't" he replies, sounding so sure of himself. I wish I could have that same confidence.

"Why don't you see for yourself? Just what kind of future we can have all together?" he says again and after a few seconds of silence, of staying still, of thinking about whether I should really give it a go, I nod.

I nod because I too want to know. Could this work? Could they be stronger than I think? Could they handle me where everyone else seems to struggle? Would they be able to handle everything that comes with me? Could they win where my family failed?

I feel his hands cup my cheeks and I turn to him in surprise, feeling a blush creep on my cheeks at the very close proximity of his face. He doesn't seem to mind, because his eyes are focusing on trying to see the lenses.

"Look at the front and try not to blink" he mumbles, concentrated as he proceeds to remove them from my eyes. I shiver when I feel his fingers touch my eyeball. "I hate this" I whisper only to hear him chuckle. "Then you shouldn't have gotten them in the first place". I resist rolling my eyes and wait as he proceeds to remove the second one.

Once done, I fix the ceiling, suddenly well aware of what will happen if I meet his eyes. "Y/N" he calls me, but I stubbornly keep looking away, anxiety making itself known with sweaty palms and a palpitating heart.

"It's going to be fine. Trust me". His hand softly takes hold of my chin to slowly turn me towards him. It only takes me looking at him now. Not the ceiling, but him. If I really want to know whether this is possible are not, I need to stop acting like a chicken. Nodding to myself and taking in a deep breath, I meet his eyes. The blur is automatic as the view in front of me becomes something else.

I'm crying. Distressed crying, but I don't know why. Through my blurred eyes, I realize Hoseok and... Yoongi are flanking my sides protectively, their eyes red in panic, in not knowing how to deal with this.

"I'm so sorry baby, so sorry" Hoseok whispers before grazing his lips over the skin of my neck, bringing relief to my body, but my heart hurts so much still. Yoongi's hand slides to my cheek and I lean into it just as he kisses just above my collarbone. Over their mark, I come to realize.

My heart hurts, but I'm not alone. It's a pain that will never let me go, but I'm not alone to deal with it. "We're with you, always, love" Yoongi whispers, confirming my thoughts as I feel Hoseok's arms snake around me. I cry harder, stuck between the feeling of love they give me, but also from the feeling of having lost something dear to me.

I see other bodies join our groups, but I can't see who they are. They form a circle around the three of us, forming a cocoon, a protection, maybe hoping it can protect me from whatever's out there.

Just as the vision stops, my body suddenly starts burning, as if fire is ravaging everything on its path, me included. I scream in pain, it's so, so painful. "It'll be over soon, it's going to be fine" I hear in my ear, know it's Hoseok. My face feels damp, my eyes shut tights as I feel more of my skin feel like melting, until it eventually cools down, starting from the small of my back, then spreading around to bring relief and comfort.

Out of breath, I feel all my muscles give up, exhausted as if they just went through the worst marathon. "It's fully done... we're bonded for life now" I hear in my ear before I fall unconscious, my body needing the rest after all this suffering.

Yoongi's POV

Hearing her worries, I realize there's much more going on than we know. Something definitely happened to her, something traumatic. Something that causes her to believe it's her fault, obviously.