Blood Water // Park Sunghoon

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓲𝔁

Aura's P.O.V

Reeling from Sunghoon's sudden departure in the kitchen, I navigated my way back to the room where I had woken up previously. The chill of abandonment lingered, a bitter contrast to the warmth that had enveloped us moments before. Each step felt heavier, burdened by the weight of hurt and confusion that gnawed at my insides. Alone in that room, its walls seemed to close in, amplifying the ache in my chest as I grappled with the aftermath of Sunghoon's unexpected reaction, questioning what had prompted such a response.

A twinge of regret nagged at me, wondering if we had pushed the boundaries too far in the heat of the moment. Yet, there was an undeniable allure drawing me towards Sunghoon, a magnetic pull that had been present since our first encounter in the woods. It was as though some unseen force bound us together, our connection palpable in every glance and touch. The intensity of our encounter in the kitchen left me pondering the depths of our shared memories, stirring a sense of unease at the possibility of forgotten moments. The thought of those lost memories upsetting me more than I cared to admit.

The memory of his blood-red eyes and the heavy, strained breaths lingered in my thoughts, refusing to fade. Despite feeling vulnerable at that moment, fear didn't grip me; instead, it was worry and concern that filled my heart. Even now, I couldn't shake the nagging curiosity about where he had disappeared to and how he was doing. I wished he hadn't dashed off like that; I longed to be there for him, to offer comfort in his time of need. Perhaps he doubted my ability to handle the situation, or maybe he believed he was acting in our best interests. But the uncertainty gnawed at me relentlessly—I couldn't bear not knowing.

Restless and in need of a diversion, my gaze drifts around the room until it lands upon a door beckoning from the opposite end. Intrigued, I decide to explore its mysteries. Stepping through, I find myself in a lavish bathroom. A gasp escapes my lips as I take in the luxuriousness before me, my eyes widening in awe. 

The bathroom is expansive, nearly rivaling the size of the bedroom itself. At its center sits a massive circular bathtub, its sleek black design commanding attention. Opposite me, a wall-sized window offers a breathtaking vista of the forest beyond.

Moving further into the space, I marvel at the long, elegant marble countertop, reminiscent of the one in the kitchen but with a dark grey hue that adds to its allure. The sheer luxury of the surroundings overwhelms me, offering a welcome reprieve from my restless mind.

I quickly seized the opportunity presented by my circumstances to take a bath, seeking relaxation from the stress and uncertainty of my situation. It was a bit of a challenge to operate the lavish bathtub, but once I managed it, the experience underscored the oddity of memory loss. Although basic skills and recognition of places and objects were preserved, it was only the memories of people and my past life that had vanished.

Yet, as I ponder, my thoughts drift back to the refrigerator in the kitchen, puzzling over why, of all things, it eluded my memory. This clearly entertained Sunghoon. 

I immediately shake my head, reminding myself that I was supposed to be distracting myself from him and everything else. I let out a sigh and quickly take off my clothing, folding it and placing it on the counter. 

And then, a sudden realization washes over me like a crashing wave, causing my eyes to widen in shock. My gaze falls upon the neatly folded clothes before me, triggering a flood of memories. My cheeks burn crimson as I recall the sensation of drenched fabric clinging to my skin when I emerged from the lake. Panic prickles at the edges of my consciousness at the thought of someone having changed my clothes. Despite understanding the necessity, embarrassment and insecurity coil tightly within me.