"This is Jeon Jungkook, CEO of Seoul Higher View. You must pour all your skill, energy and talent into protecting him from all these attacks."
My head snaps up to meet eyes as bewildered as mine.
"You-"
"Do you know each other?"
***A week earlier*...
TW : mention of intermittent explosive disorder. Also, this OST ㅠㅠ I've been listening to it a lot to write quite a few moments 💜
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| Hyejin
I drive through the streets. The sun is slowly setting and I can't get my mind off of Jin. I can't forget what I almost did either. I almost killed someone. Not anyone : Taehyung. I'm so terrified at the thought of Jin maybe dying.
I can't let that be. I just can't. It's not possible.
I hit the steering wheel, frustrated with myself. My hands hurt so bad. Taehyung didn't do too much damage digging his nails in my skin.
I don't drive to the hospital.
Instead, I drive straight to my place. I have about ten missed calls from Hoseok and Jungkook, five more from Jang Hoon. I can't deal with them.
All I want is for my brother to be alright but that just out of my power, out of my reach. I can't do a fucking thing for that. I can't just stay at the hospital and wait in the corridors. I'll just go insane.
I park the car in front of my building and walk in, calling the elevator. I feel sick, tired, angry, frustrated, beyond sad.
The elevator takes me up to my level and I get out, stopping dead in my tracks upon seeing a person I didn't expect to see here.
"Hyejin, thank god." He breathes, rushing to me and I drop my keys, eyes glued on him. He wraps me in his arms and holds me so tight. I don't hold back my emotions and burst into tears. My bloodied hands grip on the material of his sweater and I bury my face in his chest.
I release all the dark, strong emotions.
Fear being the predominant one. Fear of myself too.
"You know who it is, huh?" He asks softly and I nod, although too terrified to actually tell him. I can't take his own pain on top of mine. I just can't. Not yet.
Jungkook holds me tight, comforting me patiently while I cry all the tears I have in my body.
"Come on, let's go in." He opens his arms and I let him guide me to the couch.
He sits me down and takes my hands in his. I flinch at the contact and don't dare meet his eyes.
"I'd hate to see the other guy..." he mutters, and I meet his deep brown eyes filled with concern.
