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❤️🩹Take My Hand...❤️🩹 (Jisung X BPS yn)
⚠️This story contains themes of depression and self-harm, so if you are sensitive to these topics, it may be best to skip this narrative⚠️
In this tale, yn and Jisung face a significant challe...
Jisung's POV I'm currently on my way to see my girlfriend, Yn. We had a terrible fight and I said some truly hurtful things to her. I regret it deeply, knowing that I have caused more pain than anyone before. I brought up her difficult family situation, criticized her weight, and even mentioned her past struggles with self-harm. I realize now that I made a huge mistake the moment those words left my mouth. Yn had trusted me with her traumatic past, and I betrayed that trust. It's been 3 days since the fight and she hasn't responded to any of my attempts to reach out - calls, texts, or messages on Instagram. In fact, she hasn't been active on any of her social media accounts at all. That's why I've decided to make this effort to see her in person and give her all of this...
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Anticipation filled me as I approached her apartment, eager to share the surprise I had brought. I knocked on the door, but the silence that followed was unsettling. Knowing Yn's aversion to quiet, I let myself in using the code she had shared. The absence of her usual background noise felt eerie. Yn often found solace in the sounds of music or the TV, a stark contrast to the memories of her lively family home.
My calls for Yn echoed through the empty space, unanswered. Desperation crept in as I searched every room, calling out her name with growing concern.
"Yn, it's me... Please, I need you. Let me make things right..."
Silence persisted, amplifying the weight of the situation. With a sinking heart, I followed the glow of light to her bathroom. There, a devastating sight unfolded before me – Yn sat in the tub, her burnt arm a painful testament to her inner turmoil. Panic surged through me as I rushed to her side, instinctively reaching for my phone to seek help.
The sight of an empty pill bottle revealed a desperate decision made in a moment of despair. Checking for her pulse, relief washed over me as I felt the faint but steady beat. Yn's eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with a mix of pain and resignation. I cradled her face gently, a silent plea for her to hold on.
"Please, we need help... My girlfriend needs help."
The weight of my mistakes hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the consequences of my actions. In that moment, all I could offer was unwavering support and regret for the pain I had unknowingly caused.
