~story line~
In a world filled with suffering, a girl who has known only pain meets Jeon Jungkook, a feared mafia king. Despite his cold and ruthless nature, Jungkook finds comfort in the girl, who is emotionally scarred. Their love blossoms, but Y...
The chapter is long, so settle comfortably on the bed and read slowly.
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YOUR POV
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As I slowly opened my eyes, the stark white ceiling and the sterile smell of antiseptic told me I was in a hospital. Panic surged through me, my mind a jumbled mess of confusion and fear. I tried to piece together how I had ended up here. Gradually, fragments of memory floated back to me: the party and then the vedio, shoutings, cryings, painful truth and then, darkness.
The more I remembered, the more my heart pounded in my chest. I could feel the anxiety building, threatening to overwhelm me. I needed to get out of bed, to find out what had happened and why I was here. Summoning all my strength, I started to sit up.
But before I could swing my legs over the edge of the bed, a nurse appeared at my side.
"Please, lie back down, Miss jeon." she said gently but firmly, guiding me back onto the pillow.
"You need to rest."
Desperation clung to my voice as I asked,
"The people who brought me her, where are they? Is anyone here for me?"
The nurse's expression softened with understanding.
"They're all here, waiting for you to wake up. They're worried about you."
Her words were a balm to my frantic mind. I took a deep breath, allowing myself to sink back into the bed.
As the nurse left to inform them, an unsettling anxiety began to gnaw at me. Questions swirled in my mind, each one more tormenting than the last.
Had I overreacted? The weight of my actions pressed heavily on my chest. So much had happened to Jungkook, and yet, I had been quick to blame him. Shame on me.
The more I thought about it, the more I doubted myself. Was my trust in Jungkook truly that fragile? Was I so insecure that I couldn't see the situation for what it was? I Doubted a loyal person like my Jungkook, who looks at every woman with respect. Jungkook had always been there for me, understanding my unspoken fears and worries. No one has loved me and admired me in my life as much as Jungkook did, still I made accusations against him like an immature teen. He was right; I had failed to understand him in return. A wave of anger and regret washed over me. How could I have gotten things so wrong?
