"𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩" Mr Jeon's word lingered on my skin and ignited me.
The feeling that comes when you know the risks, when you know one move and everything would go downhill, yet you're ready to risk...
A/n: Happy 200k reads my dear readers. It has been tough for me as well as for you all. I know this truly how badly you wanted to read more chapters of this book. But we can't change what happened in the past. What we can do is to make things even more better than they used to be. If you all agree to support me and DPJ, we'll surely get to see million reads as well.
Goals: 6kreads and 700+ votes. Let's increase your spirit. Play 'daddy issues' by the neighborhood from the playlist for this chapter, the vibe matches more than the lyrics.
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J U N G K O O K
I sat there, my hand intertwined with Y/n’s as she peacefully slept on the couch. The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtain as the downpour had stopped, casting a gentle silver hue on her face.
The room was quiet and for a moment, I found myself dozing off, the warmth of her hand in mine providing an unexpected sense of comfort.
Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the silence, and I jolted awake. Y/n thrashed on the couch, her eyes wide open but unfocused, lost in the clutches of a nightmare. I felt a surge of panic, my heart racing as I tried to comprehend the source of her distress.
“Y/n—y/n, wake up,” I urged, my voice a gentle whisper. But she continued to scream, her hands clutching at the air, reliving the horror of her father's death as she kept on calling him. It broke my heart to see her in such agony.
I rose to my feet, my concern overpowering the remnants of sleep. Kneeling beside her, I reached out, gently shaking her shoulders.
“Y/n, it's just a dream. Wake up,” I pleaded, my words laced with desperation.
She snapped awake, gasping for breath, tears streaming down her face. Her eyes darted around the room, trying to reconcile the nightmare with the reality before her. In a vulnerable moment, she curled into herself, hugging her knees and the sobs that escaped her were piercing my skin and bringing death to me.
I couldn't stand to see her like this. Instinctively, I gathered her into my arms, cradling her against my chest. Her legs dangled on one side of me as I held her securely, trying to shield her from the demons that haunted her. “Shh, it's okay. I'm here,” I murmured, hoping my voice soothed her.
As she sobbed, her words mumbled incoherently creating a vibration over my chest as she had tightly clutched the fabric of my T-shirt and dipped her head into my chest.
“It was my fault, I did this…I…did this to my dad,” she kept on mumbling with her cries.
“It's not your fault, girl. You are not to blame. Please don't cry.” I whispered, my fingers tracing comforting circles on her back. I tried to reassure her, to pierce through the darkness that clouded her mind.
