"You're lucky... that I love you," his voice was like a whispered threat, each word laden with an undercurrent of danger that sent a shiver down Y/n's spine. She swallowed hard, her breaths coming in short gasps as she tried to steady herself against the onslaught of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.
"Otherwise, you'd have lost your life," he declared, his tone cold and detached as he tossed the gun aside with a careless flick of his wrist. She opened her teary eyes and met his gaze, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to comprehend the gravity of his words.
With a dead glance, Jungkook turned and strode out of the room, leaving Y/n alone with her thoughts and the suffocating weight of his presence lingering in the air. She remained frozen in place, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and relief as she struggled to process the harrowing ordeal she had just endured.
As the sound of Jungkook's footsteps faded into the distance, Y/n's breathing grew ragged, her chest heaving with the effort of trying to calm herself. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, willing herself to find the strength to carry on in the face of such unimaginable horror.
[ After two days ]
Y/n stood by her mother's bedside, her heart heavy with regret and sorrow, she struggled to find the words to express the depth of her emotions. Taking a deep breath, she began to speak, her voice trembling with emotion.
"I'm here, Mom," she said softly, reaching out to gently touch her mother's hand. "It's me, your daughter."
Her mother's vacant gaze remained fixed on the ceiling, her expression blank and unresponsive. Y/n felt a lump form in her throat as she fought back tears, her heart aching at the sight of her mother's condition.
"I know you can't recognize me right now," Y/n continued, her voice choked with emotion. "But I want you to know that I'm here for you. I'm not going to leave you again."
Silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the steady beeping of the machines monitoring her mother's vital signs. Y/n's eyes brimmed with tears as she struggled to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.
"I'm sorry, Mom," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry for everything. For leaving you, for not being there when you needed me the most."
A single tear slipped down her cheek as she reached out to brush a stray hair from her mother's forehead, a gesture of tenderness amidst the pain and regret that filled her heart.
"I promise to make things right," she vowed, her voice filled with determination. "I'll take care of you, Mom. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe."
Y/n carefully navigated the hospital corridors, her senses on high alert, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled like a heavy weight in the pit of her stomach. Every sound, every shadow seemed to hold the potential for danger, and she was acutely aware of the need to remain vigilant.
Glancing nervously around the hallway, she made a split-second decision to take a different route, one that would hopefully lead them away from Jungkook's prying eyes. With her mother's frail hand clasped tightly in hers, she moved quickly but cautiously, her heart pounding in her chest with each step they took.
The sound of footsteps echoing down the corridor sent a shiver down Y/n's spine, and she instinctively pulled her mother closer, shielding her from view as they ducked into a nearby alcove. Peering cautiously around the corner, she spotted Jungkook's imposing bodyguard making his rounds, his eyes scanning the area with a steely gaze that sent a chill down her spine.
As the bodyguard moved out of sight, Y/n let out a shaky breath, her grip on her mother's hand tightening with determination. With renewed resolve, she guided her mother through the labyrinthine corridors of the hospital, her every instinct honed towards evading capture and reaching safety.
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SILENT TEARS || JJK
FanfictionY/n sat trembling in the corner, her fear palpable in the dimly lit room. Jungkook loomed over her, his eyes betraying a dangerous mix of possessiveness and anger, yet his voice remained surprisingly calm. "Why do you always make me do this, Y/N?" J...