Escape From Breylin || •JJK• ✔️

Confronting Mr. Jeon

She was numb.

Jimin took her home, and ever since, Y/n had been in a self-inflicted coma. Her eyes rarely blinked. Her mind was blank. No thoughts ever hit her. Her roommates never bothered checking on her, and she was fine with that. But she needed a friend. She needed someone to hold her while she figured out what the fuck she could do.

Jungkook abandoned her, didn't he? She didn't want to jump to conclusions, but Jimin had a point. She knew nothing of the vampire world, and the first person she trusted was her boss and the leader of a dangerous clan. The truth was, she was nothing. All of these concepts were foreign to her. Although she didn't trust Jimin, she didn't trust Jungkook either. And Jin? That was a topic she'd tackle another day.

Her hand was holding her phone. Her mother's number was there, and her swollen eyes moved to gaze at it. Since Y/n was taken, she received nonstop texts and calls. She was sure the police were called. Maybe the university, too. Y/n couldn't call her mother right away. It took hours of a mental pep talk before she gained the willpower to press on the contact. And then, the line was ringing. Y/n kept it on speaker. She didn't have the strength to raise the phone to her ear.

Two rings later, she heard a sharp breath. "Y/n? Honey? Are you okay, what's going on? Where have you been?" her mother asked, shooting out each question without any pauses in between.

Y/n took a second longer than she needed to. "I used to resent you," she whispered.

Another pause. All Y/n heard were the soft breaths of her mother. "What?"

"When I was a kid, I resented you and dad," Y/n said, her voice hoarse as it spewed from her throat. "Not because of anything you did. You were great parents to me, and I appreciated that. But it didn't change how much I resented you for adopting me. Sometimes I wished you took me to an orphanage and called it a day. Sometimes, I stared at my ceiling and wondered what would happen if I ran away. Would you look for me, or would you leave me like my biological parents? In my mind, I made the decision for you. I thought you'd leave me like everyone else in my life did. I had no friends. I had no birth family. I was alone."

Y/n paused, her hand trembling as she held the phone. "I've never been so lonely," she said, her voice cracking. "I don't know who I am. I'm on the verge of graduating college, but I don't even know who I am. What's my real name, mom? What did my parents want to name me? When was I really born? Why did they leave me? What did I do at such a young age that made me not worthy of their love?" She bit her sleeve, holding back a whimper, but a sniffle still slipped by. "I did nothing. I didn't ask for my life. I didn't ask for any of this. I was a newborn. A newborn, and I already lost everything. It took me less than a minute to lose my identity, my parents, and what innocence I had."

She broke off at the same time her tears fell, her eyes shutting as the moisture strolled down her face. "Oh honey..." her mother murmured, Y/n biting back the urge to scream.

"I'm sorry," she said in a cry, tucking her knees against her chest. "You were always perfect to me. You didn't deserve my behavior. You don't deserve to deal with how shitty I am. I'm sorry I'm putting you through this. I'm sorry I ever did anything less than love you."

"It's not your fault." Those few words had Y/n breaking down more, her sobs uncontrollable. Twenty-three years of her life were spent questioning her own identity. She spent most of her life living in shame and grief. Her entire soul felt rejected. She thought she was rejected by the only two people in her life who were supposed to love her unconditionally. It made her break down sobbing, wondering why she wasn't worthy of even the most basic form of love. What did she do wrong?