Between two hearts 💜 (Namjin ff)

Chapter 5

The Injured Man's POV

"I am so sorry I know it's hurting, but please hold on for one more minute, we are almost there, please don't close your eyes.". His voice felt heaven to my ears, the way it didn't fail to show the care and guilt the man harboured. I couldn't help but notice how his eyebrows were furrowed, his body that was holding on to me was rigid with stress. At that instance I somehow knew all of him even without knowing any of him. And this new feeling was not what I had ever wished to feel.

"We are here", this took my attention from him for a second, taking in my surroundings. I noticed the beautiful waterfall covered by trees as if it was being protected by nature from human interaction. I knew the forest like the back of my hand but now seeing this serene view made me doubt it. It had a natural healing essence which might make people feel light and healed. But not for me. It was making my heart feel heavy and my body was feeling grounded. I didn't give a fuck about the wounds till now but now I could feel a small ache rising near the wound.

There was a small cave under the falls. He helped me inside the cave. Helping me lean against the wall he left the cave. I thought the cave would be cold being under the falls but it was warm enough. The cave was standing strong like it was newly built but the moss and algae gave it away. I would have enjoyed the view if not for the overwhelming aura it was emitting. If not for my rank I would have been half dead.

The man entered again holding on to a bowl with some clean water. Kneeling in front of me, he whispered slowly, "My name is Jin ''. Leaning forward he swept my hair over my shoulder as he loosened my robe without finding the need to ask for my consent, the robe pooled around my waist.

His boldness made me smirk with amusement. The sword wound was freshly open to the naked eyes, the wound hanging open on the right side, just under the collarbone, my body was drenched in blood made it look more gruesome.

He subconsciously started tracing his finger on my wounds caressing my chest. My smirk got wiped off my face as his soft touches were making me feel all kinds of feelings that I couldn't pinpoint. It was causing a tickling in the pit of my stomach, my heart felt on flames. While my heart liked it my mind hated it. It was making me vulnerable, one emotion that I have grown to hate the most and I never wanted to feel those feelings again.

Feeling overwhelmed I caught his hand mid-air. My rough and masculine hand was contrasting the dainty, soft hand that it was holding, making him come out of his trance. Pulling his hand back he tried concentrating on his job, tending to my wounds, his cheeks had turned slightly pink, failing to hide his embarrassment. He mumbled something under his breath as he tried hiding his face, making me grin on his attempt to divert my attention off the small sticky situation.

"It's gonna hurt a little, pls hold up for a bit.", a sinister look flashed on my face.

"Pain huh, pain is scared of approaching me."

Demons don't feel pain but inflict pain when necessary.

He tore the bottom of his shirt, cleaning the wound and tying it around it. His every movement was so delicate and careful, he tried using his hand as lightly as possible as he dressed the wound.

He was so focused on dressing the wound, he didn't notice how close he was leaning to me. I could feel his breath feathering my neck, his face was so near to me, and somehow I didn't hate him invading my space. I was loving this close proximity, the way he was leaning on me, I could clearly see the small fine hair on his jade-like skin, the smooth texture was tempting me to caress it lightly.

"Is it hurting?", his voice delicate, his body language showing his guilt. It was hard to believe that this was the same man who I had seen standing with a cold gaze, fingers wrapped skilfully around a sword, standing upright to confront his attacker. The same man who scared off two teenagers with just his presence. The same man who entered the forest like he owned the place.