when the heart bleeds ink ‖ vampire jjk x reader

Namjoon

Your apartment building was two hundred feet above the air, which you chose to ignore as you plunged towards the ground at an increasingly fast speed.

You close your eyes, knowing this was the day you'd die. Because some crazy white man broke into your home and you jumped out the window.

But you prefer it this way. You'd rather die on your own accord than by the hands of some maniac.

When you finally land, you land on top of something soft and fluffy. Although it cushioned your fall, you still felt sharp pains travel up your legs and hips. Your head had been shielded by your arms, which hit your ear. Hard.

"Excuse me, are you alright?" a voice asks, but your hearing was slowly starting to fade.

As overwhelming tiredness settled on you, you closed your eyes and drop your arms, slipping into a long slumber.

When you wake, you lift your eyelids slowly. The bright light of the hospital room was overwhelming as if you'd been out for a long time.

You looked at your body on the bed; nothing had a cast on it, and as you stretched your arms and legs, you realized nothing was broken. You smile, still unaware of the company in your hospital room.

"Y/N Y/L/N, you better wipe that smile off your face, right now," your mother hisses.

You look towards her, shaking a bit when you see her angry expression.

"Did they catch him?" you ask, eager to know if the man had been apprehended.

Your mother's eyebrows pinched together in confusion.

"Who?" she asks confusedly.

Chills went up to your spine at her response.

"The guy who broke in. Who chained my door, my windows, who tried killing me!" you cried, tears flowing down your face in a rush. "That's why I jumped! Did they not catch him, mom?" you sobbed now, your hospital gown getting drenched.

Your mom's face had paled at your words, and her hands began to shake.

"Oh my god. Oh. My. God," she says, grabbing fistfuls of her hair.

The two of you begin to cry, and you quickly recount what had happened afterward. Your mom, terrified but angry, called the police and let them question you in your hospital room. You told them everything, leaving out the Jungkook part. It's not like he had a part in this.

An overwhelming sense of guilt engulfed you. Jungkook had been innocent in all of this, yet you treated him terribly.

You resisted the urge to call him, knowing it wasn't appropriate at a time like this. You didn't want to worry him either.

You were in a coma for three days, you learned, and required to stay for two more nights to be kept under supervision.

"I don't think she's in the mood to eat," your mother said when the nurse brought in your dinner.

You happily took the tray from the nurse's hands anyway, eagerly eating the burger, fries, and muffin. Hospital food was good and reminded you of Panera Bread.

Your mother had been by your side ever since she got the call, and vowed to stay by your side for the next two days. You waited until she was asleep before you snuck out of your hospital room, slipping into your mother's sandals that she'd left by the door.

You walked around the halls aimlessly, promising the nurses at the front desk that you wouldn't go too far.

In movies and books, people had always painted a hospital as a place where you felt trapped and homesick. You, however, loved the building- it was so interesting to watch the doctors and nurses run around doing their jobs and greet the other patients who were also wandering.