Break in | Bangchan Fanfic

32.

IF YOU CAN KILL ME FOR Y/N, DO NOT READ AHEAD.

OMFGGGG I AM SORRY OKAYYYY?

you have been warned.😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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You were quick to stagger away from him, hands clenching as your throat tightened. You nodded at him, and were about to walk away when he grabbed your wrist. He looked at you with a hurt expression, he spoke up expecting an answer. "I need an answer Y/n." You sniffled, trying to keep the blood from flowing down. You spoke up, with difficulty. "Leave, chan."

Bangchan's hand tightened on your wrist and he shook his head. His hands came up to hold both of your hands. "No, Y/n I can't. Not when it comes to you. I can't let you go." Oh, goddamn this wasn't time for confessing and kissing.

You clenched your jaw, gritting your teeth, you fisted your hands. You gritted out, "I am not running away, I just want to go to the restroom."

Bangchan's face turned a thousand expressions in the span of one minute. From hurt to confused to understanding to embarrassment. His face flustered, and you turned around not being able to control the thing string of blood that cascaded down your nose. You felt stupid for sniffling on blood, but desperate situations needed such solution. You were quick to walk in to the restroom, shutting the door before leaning against it, you let yourself surrender to the burning in your chest. You quietly closed your eyes, and let a string of blood stream down your lips. You leaned against the sing, and hunched suddenly, as your blood was spat out of your mouth.

Tears slid down your eyes, you chuckled ironically. Everytime I open up, why am I thrown a thousand steps backward?

It was as if even your body didn't agree with falling in love with that man. You could go against a thousand people, but how to go against your own heart?

The blood that starts stinging your own heart, is a blood that needs to be discarded. But what if its the heart stinging your soul, could soul be discarded too?

Blood pouring out of your face, your wretched trying to keep in every single sound. Your hands clenching, and your knees weakening you didn't say a word just quietly hunched above the sink watching life fade out of you. How much hard could it be to be given time to accept your own death. You wished you were luckly like others, who faded out of life before they understood that they were dying. Those death that didn't give you time for acceptance but atleast they didn't agonise the last while of their life.

You wished you hadn't recognised your cancer symptoms, you wished you didn't get diagnosed and when death came..., it would have been a surprise. That it didn't torment your dreams, and killed your sleep. That it didn't kill you every waking moment.

When those heaving stopped, you stared at your image in the mirror. Your eyes falling on the stain of blood on your collar.

Splatters of red stain against stark white clean clothing, you squeezed your eyes shirt. They were small, small splatters. Tiny dots, but enough to be seen if someone focused even slightly on your shirt. You swore under your breath. You quickly grabbed a little bit of toilet paper, and then applied a little of soap on it, and then put a little water on it. You slightly rubbed it against your shirt. The white sticky stubstance, light layer of foam covered your shirt a little. You sighed, seeing it still didn't cover it well enough.  You felt frustrated, but you knew better.

You walked out of the bathroom, walking straight to your purse as the guys were busy watching deadpool. You grabbed your phone, acting out. "Yeah?...okay...is it urgent?...I will be there soon." And saying so you hurriedly searched for your coat, and put it on top of your shirt covering it. Bangchan's eyes fell on you and he looked at you confused. "Wh-what happened?"