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

under control

Your heart raced as you climbed the stairs, each step heavier than the last under the weight of your guilt.

You knew what awaited you in Dahyun's bedroom, but you couldn't afford to let Jihyo discover the truth.

With trembling hands, you reached the top of the stairs and hurried down the hallway to Dahyun's room.

As you entered the bedroom, a wave of sorrow washed over you at the sight of Dahyun's lifeless body lying on the bed. Guilt gnawed at your insides as you approached her, your footsteps echoing in the silent room.

"I'm sorry, Dahyun," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. You closed your eyes for a moment, steeling yourself for what you knew you had to do next.

Without hesitation, you reached for the gun you had left behind last night, its cold metal sending shivers down your spine.

Gripping it tightly in your hand, you felt a surge of regret wash over you as you realized the irreversible nature of your actions.

But there was no turning back now. With a heavy heart, you pocketed the gun and turned to leave the room, the weight of your guilt bearing down on you like a leaden cloak.

As you made your way back downstairs, you couldn't shake the feeling that this would haunt you for the rest of your days. But for now, you had to focus on covering your tracks and keeping the truth hidden from Jihyo, no matter the cost.

"I found her upstairs... dead," you mouthed silently, your voice choked with sorrow, hoping to shield Jihyo from the initial shock.

Jihyo's eyes widened in horror as the weight of your words sank in. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring the pages of her book.

Without a word, she leaped to her feet, her heart pounding with dread, and rushed upstairs, her mind racing with fearful possibilities.

You stood there, the weight of the moment heavy upon you, as you sighed deeply, the air thick with grief and sadness.

With a heavy heart, you followed behind, knowing that there was no avoiding the painful truth that awaited you both.

Upstairs, Jihyo's sobs echoed through the hallway, a haunting lament to the life lost too soon.

As you reached the top of the stairs, you saw her standing in the doorway of Dahyun's room, her shoulders shaking with each heart-wrenching sob.

You approached her gently, placing a comforting hand on her trembling shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Jihyo," you murmured softly, your own voice trembling with emotion. "She's gone."

Jihyo turned to you, her tear-streaked face a mask of anguish and disbelief. "How... how could this happen?" she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own tears.

You shook your head, your own heart heavy with sorrow. "I don't know," you admitted, the words catching in your throat. "But we'll get through this together. I promise."

As you left the room, the weight of your actions bore down on you like a heavy shroud of guilt.

The phone in your hand felt like lead as you dialed the number for the search team, your fingers trembling slightly with each digit.

Deep down, you knew that there would be no traces left behind, except for the damning evidence hidden away in your pocket.

"What kind of criminologist am I to kill her?" The thought echoed in your mind, a bitter reminder of the terrible deed you had committed.

You never imagined yourself capable of such a heinous act, yet here you were, consumed by remorse and self-loathing.

As you waited downstairs for the arrival of the search team, every creak of the floorboards seemed to accuse you, every shadow a silent witness to your crime.