STONE COLD - Lee Juyeon

4️⃣6️⃣

📍TBZ Mansion, Seoul, South Korea

3rd Person POV

"Where is she?"

"In the bathroom. It's been more than 30 minutes I guess"

Yes. It's been more than 30 minutes since Y/n woke up and locked herself inside the bathroom.

"I'll go and check on her"

They all turned towards Juyeon who went inside her room with no expression which made them look at him amused. The sound of the door closing brought them back to reality as they looked at each other.

"This is just the start of a beautiful love story" Eric said, dramatically wiping his fake tears.

"She's changing him to his... Old self" Younghoon mused as the others silently agreed with him.

"Both of them need each other even though they don't realize it. Hopefully, they will in the future" the oldest among them sighed. "Come on boys, let's go downstairs"


Y/n POV

I woke up and realized that I wasn't in my house. Instead, I was in a familiar place, TBZ Mansion. I groaned and tried to sit up, feeling sore all over my body when someone helped me to do so.

"Be careful" he said and I looked at him and it was Sunwoo. He smiled at me, "Hey"

I quickly looked at my lap, avoiding his eye contact as I remembered last night.

I killed someone...

I slowly stood up as Sunwoo helped me again, "Thank you. I- I'm going to take a shower" I said meekly and he gave me a blue smile.

"Come downstairs after the shower or you can rest here. Suit Yourself" he said and patted my back before leaving the room.

I then made my way into the bathroom that was attached to the room. Closing the door after me, I stood in front of the square-shaped, illuminated mirror as my exhausted figure stared right back at me. I noticed that I was in my bloody pajamas from last night as well as my bandaged palms. Horrifying memories from last night, flooded my mind, making me feel extremely dizzy.

Guilty tears began to roll down my cheeks and I found it so hard to breathe as I began to punch the sink hard, making new blood seep through the material wrapped around my palms. After some minutes, I managed to regain my breath, feeling too weak to stay on my legs, I had no choice, but to lean on the bathroom wall and slide down it, dropping on the floor, I began to sob while clutching my chest area. Time passed and I stopped crying. I then looked at my palms which are dripping from blood as they dropped on the white tiled floor.

"Y/n" a familiar voice called out along with a soft knock on the bathroom's door. "Can I come in?"

Feeling too weak to even speak, I just nodded my head at myself when the door to the bathroom opened as if he got my reply telepathically.

"Shit, Y/n, your palms!" he grimaced and crouched in front of me, taking my left hand in his big ones. He then began to unwrap the bandages wrapped in my palm which is now soaked in my blood.

"Don't blame yourself. You did nothing wrong" I looked at him and saw him wearing his usual stone-cold expression on his face, but his voice proved otherwise.

"B- But it haunts me" I whispered and looked down, feeling guilty.

"I understand you. But blaming yourself is not the answer" he said as his facial expression changed to much softer this time.