𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

Chapter 37

-[Y/n's pov]:

"Y/n..." I heard him mutter while I still leaned against his chest. "I am..not feeling well.." I mumbled in a low tone. I couldn't help but feel more and more giddy.

Uncertain of what was happening to me, suddenly I felt a firm grip around my arms and soon I felt my body getting lifted in the air. Incapable of keeping my eyes open any longer I surrendered in his arms.

-Half an hour later:

As my consciousness slowly returned, the world around me began to take shape in a haze. Blinking away the grogginess, I found myself lying on a bed with a white blanket draped over me.

A sense of weakness still lingered in my body as I mustered the strength to sit up. As I looked around, my surroundings remained unfamiliar to me, and confusion started clouding my thoughts.

What is this place...? How did I come here..?

As I surveyed the room, the sterile ambiance hinted at a hotel setting. Who brought me here? All I had were blurry memories from before. I remember falling unconscious in that garden..and then that man.

Suddenly, the thought of that man clicked in my head as I realized maybe he was the one who brought me here. As I studied my surroundings, my gaze was drawn to the clock hanging on the wall, and its unexpected display left me momentarily stunned.

"Come back fast."

Jungkook's words from before echoed in my mind, making me gulp on the lump that had now formed in my throat. Urgency seized me, spurring a swift decision to leave the confines of the bed.

I need to head back as soon as possible.

I approached the door, but then a mirror on the wall captured my attention, compelling me to take a glance at myself.

The reflection revealed the aftermath of my struggle with Rona, the torn sleeves on my dress being the witness to the confrontation. Realization struck me as I looked at my messy state for a while. I can't head out like this...not in a state like this.

Attempting to conceal the damaged fabric with my hand, I continued to gaze at myself in the mirror. Suddenly, the creaking sound of the door interrupted my efforts. I tensed as I sensed someone's presence.

I averted my attention towards the door and then Taehyung stepped into the room, his black blazer casually slung covering one arm, and the other tucked into his pocket.

As he entered our eyes got locked through the mirror as we gazed at each other for a while. Soon his gaze shifted towards my hand which was trying to cover the torn sleeve of my dress, and exposing my skin.

I quickly shifted my gaze away from him and my grip over my sleeve tightened. Soon he started approaching me, and it only caused my heart to quicken in anticipation wondering what his intentions were and why he was coming my way.

I slowly turned around and our gaze met again but only for a second. Without a word, Taehyung took the blazer from his arm and draped it over my shoulder, skillfully covering the torn part of my dress. I was taken aback by the surprising gesture.

A stunned silence enveloped us as my eyes remained fixated on him, the man who was helping me cover my body. I stood there silently watching his considerate actions. When he finally lifted his eyes his gaze met mine, his dark brown conveying a mix of concern and reassurance.

His eyes were enough to make me feel at ease. Looking at them I could tell that he was like a safe place for me.

While I was still lost in my thoughts, his hand moved gently towards my forehead, and my heartbeat intensified. In a soft yet commanding tone, he spoke, "You should take rest. You are still having a high fever."