NYMPHOMANIAC (Son Chaeyoung x F reader) [G!P]

one breath away

You quietly slipped into the hospital room, where Dahyun lay sleeping, her features softened by the dim light filtering through the curtains.

Jihyo sat vigilantly by her side, her expression a mixture of concern and determination. You hesitated in the doorway, not wanting to disturb their moment of respite.

"Jihyo, I'll be right back," you murmured softly, catching her attention. "I'm just going to wash my face."

Jihyo nodded, her gaze flickering briefly to Dahyun before returning to you. "Take your time," she replied, her voice tinged with exhaustion.

Stepping back into the corridor, you made your way to the restroom, the cool tiles providing a welcome respite from the tension that gripped your chest.

As you splashed water onto your face, you closed your eyes, trying to calm the turmoil of emotions swirling within you.

Your heart skipped a beat as you felt the unexpected touch on your back, but you forced yourself to remain composed as you turned to face the person behind you.

The sight that greeted you sent a shiver down your spine, Chaeyoung stood before you, dressed in a nurse's uniform and wearing a mask that obscured her features.

"Chaeyoung," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper as you struggled to comprehend her sudden appearance.

She tilted her head slightly, the mask hiding any hint of expression on her face. "Surprised to see me?" she asked, her voice muffled by the mask.

You swallowed hard, your mind racing as you tried to make sense of the situation. "What are you doing here?" you demanded, your tone tinged with apprehension.

Chaeyoung's lips curved into a sly smile, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Just checking in on the patient," she replied casually, gesturing towards the room where Dahyun lay sleeping.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled to maintain your composure in the face of Chaeyoung's unsettling presence. "You shouldn't be here," you insisted, your voice tinged with urgency. "Dahyun needs rest, not more trouble."

Chaeyoung's smile widened, her gaze flickering with a hint of defiance. "I'm not the one causing trouble," she retorted cryptically, her words hanging in the air like a threat.

You bristled at her insinuation, the tension between you palpable as you locked eyes with her. "Just stay away from her," you warned, your voice laced with determination.

"Jihyo will probably enjoy the time with you.. I hope you have some fun.." Chaeyoung's ominous words echoed in your mind, a wave of panic washed over you, and you instinctively reached out to stop her from leaving the restroom.

"What did you do?" you demanded, your voice tinged with urgency as you gripped Chaeyoung's arm tightly.

Chaeyoung merely chuckled in response, her smirk widening as she glanced back at you over her shoulder. "Oh, nothing much," she replied cryptically, her tone dripping with mischief. "Just a little something to keep things interesting."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled to comprehend the full extent of Chaeyoung's intentions. "You can't just mess with people's lives like this," you protested, your voice trembling with anger and frustration.

Chaeyoung's laughter echoed off the walls of the restroom, sending shivers down your spine.

"Who said anything about messing with lives?" she countered, her gaze locking with yours in a chilling stare. "I'm just adding a little excitement to the mix."

You clenched your fists in frustration, the weight of the situation bearing down on you like a heavy burden. "This isn't a game, Chaeyoung," you insisted, your voice laced with desperation. "You're putting Dahyun in danger, and I won't let you get away with it."