What happens when a villain falls in love with a hero? Seems like a complicated situation, right? Well, what if in this case there's two villains, and they're both in love with someone who's anything but a hero? Enter the morally complex anti-hero w...
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𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆 |"𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝑩𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏"
"Win in silence, let them think you're losing to them."
"Wait, did you hear that?" Seokjin questioned, stopping dead in his tracks.
"Yeah—it sounded like Y/n!" Namjoon panicked. "It sounded like she's in trouble! We need to find her!"
Seokjin's expression melded into panic and worry. "What if she's hurt?!"
"Only one way to find out! Come on!"
I felt the tears prick at the corner of my eyes. I gritted my teeth, trying to bear the pain in my arm, but it was getting to be too much. Maybe I shouldn't have been so hasty to destroy my cast... The pain distracted me long enough before I heard the sounds of running feet. Looks like my plan had worked a little too well! Although I had initially planned to fake my tears, I didn't have to fake them now. I let them fall down my cheeks as I clutched at my arm.
"Y/n?!"
"Y/n, what happened?!"
"I-I fell down," I sniffle, trying to further sell the act, but god! My arm hurt like hell, so I didn't think I'd have to fake it much longer. "I tripped and fell and ruined my cast. I wasn't watching where I was going, and it snagged on the banister and tore apart when I fell down. Please help me," I begged, and I fucking hated that I had to beg either of them for anything, but that's where we were at now. To be fair, my own clumsiness had caused this.
But at my pleas for help, Seokjin's eyes softened, and I thought for a split second I saw something in those deep brown eyes beyond all the malice, self-centeredness, and violence. Maybe there was. And maybe for a split second, my good heart wanted me to believe that I could try to fix him, but what would be the point? Yoongi would be the only one I'd ever be able to love. Maybe I could at least try. It would surely make being here a little less miserable, that's for sure.
"Of course, come here, grab my hand, and we'll help you up," Seokjin softly replied.
Both males then made their way to me and helped me to stand up. I clutched at my arm, unaware of all of the blood dripping down that was leaving a tell-tale trail from here to the cellar...
"Oh, Y/n! You're covered in blood again," Namjoon says worriedly, and assuming he means my arm, I glance down to see that yes, I was indeed covered in blood.
"My cast snagged and tore apart when I fell down," I repeat, sniffling again as the pain grew more unbearable with each movement, no matter how slight. "I must've cut myself with the leftover bits when I fell. It hurts, and my arm is beginning to go numb-!" I added worriedly, as suddenly I couldn't feel my arm anymore.
"It's okay, don't panic," Seokjin instructs, "we'll call Dr. Choi again to come and take a look at your arm; hopefully he can fix your cast."
