𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

Chapter 38

[Jungkook's pov]:

My gaze remained fixated on y/n who now glanced up to take a look at me. My gaze remained fixated on her and I was about to open my mouth to speak until something odd about her outfit caught my attention.

My attention was drawn to y/n, and my brows furrowed in anger at the sight of a tattered dress sleeve, accentuated by the black blazer carefully draped around her shoulders. The fabric of her dress seemed worn, as if it had witnessed a struggle.

As I observed her, my gaze fixated on the blazer, its color a stark contrast against the muted surroundings. The torn sleeve hinted at a narrative I was yet to understand. Moments passed, and my scrutiny was interrupted by a subtle awareness of another presence.

I glanced up, and noticed that at the end of the corridor stood Taehyung, frozen in his tracks upon spotting me with y/n. What is he doing here? A tense silence lingered, broken only by the distant hum of the surroundings.

Was she with him..? I glanced at her. Sensing an unspoken tension, my hand instinctively reached for the blazer around her shoulders. With deliberate intent, I threw it to the ground, a visual statement intended for Taehyung.

Swiftly removing my own blazer I draped it over her form. The fabric covered the torn sleeve. And without hesitation, I scooped her up in a bridal embrace, her weight was surprisingly light against my chest. Determinedly, I began walking towards the exit.

-#skiptime:same night:[Jeon's place]:

The sterile scent of antiseptic hung in the air as I stood silently by the bedside, my gaze fixed on the rhythmic rise and fall of y/n's chest. The room was illuminated by the soft glow of the light.

Mr. Yan, the doctor, meticulously moved through the diagnostic routine. His brows furrowed with concentration, and he placed the stethoscope delicately against her chest, listening intently to the subtle whispers of her heartbeat.

As he withdrew the instrument, a grave expression settled on his face. "Looks like she has been on a hunger strike," Mr. Yan's words cut through the hushed silence, prompting a furrow of confusion on my forehead.

Hunger strike?

His words hung in the air, and momentarily lingered as he continued, "Her body is quite weak right now. You'll have to take care of her and make sure she eats on time. Also, her fever will go away after a good rest. I'll prescribe some medicine."

I nodded in acknowledgment. Housekeeper Nancy offered to guide the doctor out. They exited, leaving me alone with y/n in the tranquil room.

With my hands tucked into my pockets, I stood motionless, observing the repose of her unconscious form. The dim light casted a gentle glow on her features, creating a contrast between the paleness of illness and the peacefulness of sleep.

But what I still couldn't get out of my head was if she was really there to meet Taehyung. And if not then what was she doing there and why was Taehyung present there as well? Did she take my words lightly again?

Does she have no fear? Isn't she already aware of the consequences one has to face if they dare to go against me?

What is it, y/n? Do you really wish to see the worst side of me?

I stood silently, my gaze unwavering as it remained fixated on y/n's unconscious form lying on the bed. Suddenly, the heavy door creaked open, breaking the stillness. Housekeeper Nancy entered, her presence announcing itself in the hushed atmosphere.

"Young Master," she uttered, standing by my side. I acknowledged her with a subtle nod, my focus still anchored on y/n's condition. Without sparing Nancy a glance, I issued a silent command with my eyes, conveying urgency and authority.