The Lovesick Truth || BLACKPINK x BTS

Chapter 2

Jennie

Being 'trapped' in the 'Psychotherapy Care Unit' for half a year was an agonizing experience for Jennie. Claustrophobia gradually took hold of her, suffocating her spirit and leaving her feeling increasingly insecure within the sterile walls of the facility. The therapy sessions, intended to help her, felt like relentless torture, amplifying her yearning to break free from the suffocating confines of the 'Psychotherapy' dungeon.

Every second of her existence, Jennie's mind was consumed with thoughts of escape. She pondered countless methods to liberate herself from the clutches of the institution, determined to regain her freedom. At night, she contemplated the audacious idea of hacking into the CCTV system, envisioning a stealthy escape under the cover of darkness. But she knew nothing about this, which left her frustrated, realizing that this plan was beyond her capabilities.

Desperation fueled her imagination, and she considered scaling the tall fence surrounding the facility or using bedsheets to lower herself down from her third-floor window, the only area free from the watchful gaze of the CCTV cameras. However, the risks and potential dangers associated with those methods made her hesitate. The fear of injury or capture loomed over her, reminding her that a single misstep could shatter her chances of escape.

In her darkest moments, Jennie even contemplated drugging the nurses with her own medications, a desperate gambit to incapacitate the very people entrusted with her care. Yet, deep down, she knew it was an unrealistic and morally questionable plan that would likely end in failure. Each escape strategy she brainstormed seemed destined to be thwarted by the formidable fortress-like walls of the Psychotherapy Unit.

But one fateful night, as she sat miserably on her bed, a spark of inspiration ignited within Jennie's mind. She had spent countless hours with her assigned nurse, observing her routines and habits. Through careful observation, she had come to know that the nurse often drove her car home after her shift. Jennie had also memorized the location of the changing rooms, where the nursing staff kept their uniforms—a crucial piece of information that would aid her escape.

Summoning her courage, Jennie acted swiftly. Before heading to her nightly therapy session in room 4B, she discreetly retrieved the nurse's car keys from the drawer near her bed. When the nurses offered to accompany her to the therapy room, she assured them she would be fine, masking her excitement and anxiety. As soon as they left, Jennie veered in the opposite direction, navigating the labyrinthine corridors with trepidation, making her way to the changing rooms.

Fortune smiled upon her as she entered the deserted changing rooms. She swiftly discarded her patient attire and donned the nurse's uniform, blending seamlessly into the sea of white. With the keys clutched tightly in her hand, no one ever questioned her as she made her way to the car park, her heart pounding with a mix of exhilaration and fear.

Luck proved to be on her side once again when she encountered a lax guard responsible for lifting the car park barrier. Seizing the opportunity, Jennie slipped behind the wheel of the nurse's car and navigated it skillfully through the empty parking lot. As she approached the car park exit, she noticed a departing vehicle, prompting the guard to promptly lower the barrier, allowing her to slip through, unimpeded.

A sense of triumph washed over Jennie as the light of freedom was on her face, away from the 'Psychotherapy Unit,' leaving the suffocating confines of her personal hell behind. She couldn't help but giggle to herself, relishing the adrenaline coursing through her veins and savoring the sweet taste of liberty.

However, her joy was abruptly shattered when her eyes fell upon a bouquet of flowers resting on the car seat beside her. Accompanied by a card that read 'Love You,' the sight triggered a flood of painful memories. The bouquet was almost identical to the one Kai, her malicious ex, had once given her during their relationship—a gesture of love that was ultimately betrayed when Kai callously ended their connection.

The reemergence of these memories ignited a fiery anger within Jennie. Blinded by her unresolved illness and her deep-seated hatred for Kai, she gripped the flowers tightly in her hands, her knuckles turning white. In a fit of madness, she unleashed her fury, striking the air as if she were physically attacking Kai himself. Her screams of frustration and rage reverberated through the confines of the car, a testament to the torment she had endured.

Lost in her tumultuous emotions, Jennie's grip on the steering wheel wavered, and she momentarily released her hold. The car, now devoid of her control, careened down the road with alarming speed. Fortunately, there were no other cars in sight, otherwise......