SHORT SKIRTS | 18+ | Jungkook

Chapter 12 | Hearts and Hands

12:45 a.m.

The room was dimly lit by the blue light in the room, the moon light shining on her face covered with an oxygen mask. Her body unconsciously laying on the hospital bed, piercing needles into my heart. This hurts so much. The video is continuously replaying in my head, causing another tear to slip down my wet cheek.

The ECG shown on the small screen wasn't normal. As a teacher of biology, I know what that means. The doctor said she had a tetany. I know that shit is so damn painful. She has been taking in too much of pain. Now since she can't cover her scars and bruises with an hoodie, as she's dressed in the IV gown, my heart broke looking at the amount of injuries she had on her body.

Her forearm being burnt, the other arm had an extremely deep cut which I assume Hyunbin did it, since it was showcased in that video. Her face had minor bruises that I had noticed in the evening, yesterday, but she lied to me saying she fell from the stairs. Wow. How can she be doing this? I was shocked to know she was in so much pain. My heart's aching from all this. I feel numb, but the painful moments playing again and again in my head, is what's keeping me awake, unwittingly.

The monitor starts beeping, the sound reverberating through the quiet halls of the hospital since it's midnight. My heart starts beating faster, I can feel the rapid pulse racing through my veins. I run out of the room to call the Doctor, but she came inside simultaneously. I was too weak and confused to open my mouth and talk.

The two doctors were doing their work, trying to get her heart rate back to normal. After 2 minutes of work, the beeping stopped. "Mister? How are you related to her?" She normally asked. "I'm her boyfriend. Jeon Jungkook. You can say it to me" She stares at y/n for a while, before taking a few glances at the papers in her hand.

"Too much of self harm. Excessive physical torture. Mentally and physically weak. She was not eating enough food since a few weeks, she's really scared of something. I assume it's the people who are responsible for all the injuries on her body. She was-tortured regularly, a lot. I'm sorry. She's not fighting to survive. If she isn't gonna fight, then we cannot save her. She needs hope. Maybe you have to talk to her. She can hear us, even though she's unconscious right now. Please try your best. If she loves you, then she needs you with her right now. You are the only source that can save her."

Tears uncontrollably leave my orbs, while I slowly walk towards the bed, not able to look at her right now. She looks lifeless. That hurts me more than anything else. I sit down on the chair beside her bed. I take her cold hands in mine, and get it in contact with my forehead. The warm tears falling on her soft skin, but my mind is confused right now. I'm not able to focus. I just wanna kill him for doing this to my baby.

"Sweetheart? Can you hear me?" Her chest heaving up and down, calms me down. She's alive, and she's gonna be perfectly fine. I promise myself not to breakdown, even though I wanna scream my lungs out and let out the pain. "You should have said me that were so many people troubling you. You knew that I would beat them up right? Were you scared of me? Or were you worried about them? You're a precious little angel who has pity even on such beasts hurting you to death"

I bring my hand to her chest and rub it in circles, slowly, since I assume this will calm her down. Seokjin said me. She loves it when her mom rubs on her chest to help her fall asleep. Her lips slightly curve into a small cresent. "I cross my heart to protect you from today, and give you all the love you deserve. I love you so much, baby". I smile, but lean forward to place a small kiss on her eyelid. She's adorable. I hope she'll make it safe and healthy. She will. I won't let her give up.