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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...
Mark's POV I was sitting in my room, casually watching TV, when my phone suddenly started ringing. Glancing over, I noticed it was Jisung calling me. I was taken aback, as he had mentioned earlier that he was going to check on yn. I couldn't help but wonder if they were still reconciling, if you catch my drift. Despite my initial confusion, I answered the call. However, before I could even utter a word, I could hear Jisung sobbing uncontrollably on the other end, which immediately sent a wave of concern over me.
"Ji... What's the matter???" I inquired, my voice filled with worry.
It took a few moments before he managed to compose himself enough to speak.
"Hyung... I... I messed up..." Jisung finally managed to choke out between sobs.
Sitting up on the edge of my bed, I pressed for more details. "What happened??? What did you do???"
"Please... Just come to the hospital... Please... I need someone... Please, hyung... I'm scared..." Jisung pleaded, his voice trembling with fear.
My heart sank at his distress, and I swiftly got to my feet. "Which hospital are you at???"
After he provided me with the location, he broke down into tears once more. Without wasting a second, I rushed downstairs, brushing past others who tried to ask me what was happening. Ignoring their inquiries, I made a beeline for my car and raced towards the hospital, my mind clouded with a somber tone...
Jisung's POV Currently, I find myself in a private waiting room, tears streaming down my face. Right before we reached the hospital, yn flatlined, and I felt my own heart skip a beat. The medical team intensified their efforts to revive her. Upon our arrival at the hospital, I was swiftly ushered out while yn was rushed inside. A nurse immediately began administering CPR, desperately trying to restart her heart. I attempted to follow, but a male nurse intercepted me and led me to this waiting area. Since then, I have been overcome with emotion, sobbing uncontrollably. I yearn for someone to be by my side in this moment of anguish. I reached out to Mark, but my words were a jumble through my tears. Suddenly, the door swung open. I sprang to my feet, hoping it was yn's doctor, only to find Mark entering. I rushed into his arms, seeking solace as I wept, a heaviness in my voice reflecting the depth of my sadness...
Mark's POV I gently rubbed Jisung's back, trying to soothe him until he finally calmed down and we both sat down. It was then that I noticed a small stain of blood on his shirt, sparking immediate concern.
"Ji... Why is there blood on your shirt???" I inquired, my voice filled with worry.
He glanced down at his shirt before meeting my gaze, his eyes brimming with fresh tears.
"It's yn's," Jisung whispered, his voice heavy with emotion.
My heart sank at his words. We were all aware of yn's troubled past - her struggles with depression, self-harm, and previous suicide attempts.
"Ji... What happened???" I asked softly, my tone laced with concern.
Jisung's gaze fell to the floor as he began to recount the events.
"You know we had that big fight... I went to check on her when she stopped responding to me and went silent on social media... I brought her gifts... When I arrived at her apartment, it was eerily quiet - and you know how she dislikes silence... I found her in the bathtub... Her left arm bore burns and cuts... She had ingested all her sleeping pills... the ones she had received the day of our argument... She began foaming at the mouth... Hyung, it was... it was terrible... I... I failed her..."
Tears streamed down his face once more, and I swiftly reached for my phone, texting Johnny to gather everyone, including Lucas, Shotaro, and Sungchan, the urgency in my message reflecting the sadness of the situation...
