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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...
Doyoung's POV As YN slept, the van was mostly quiet.
"Everything okay back there???" asked Johnny.
"Yeah, she's resting," I replied.
Kun added, "Honestly, that might be best right now. Her body needs to heal."
I nodded as I looked at her. I gently touched her left arm, feeling the bandages, which made me frown. Shortly after, we arrived at the house.
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As Johnnymade his way around to the back, Chittaphon, Jaehyun, SiCheng, Jungwoo, Lucas, Mark, Xiaojun, Hendery, Renjun, Jeno, Donghyuck, Jaemin, YangYang, Shotaro, Sungchan, Chenle, Jisung, Sion, Riku, Yushi, Jaehee, Ryo, Sakuya, Taeyong, and Yuta were all waiting. Johnny and Kun stepped out as I helped yn out of the car. She groaned and slowly sat up.
"Hey, Pumpkin... We're home," I said gently.
She simply nodded, and we all got out of the car. Everyone gathered around to give her a hug, except for Jisung. They exchanged a glance before yn went inside, leaving fresh tears streaming down Jisung's cheeks, his face filled with sadness...
Yn's POV As I entered the house, I noticed boxes scattered across the living room. I started to gather them up and eventually discovered an empty room at the opposite end of the house. A smile crept across my face as I took in the pristine cleanliness of the room.
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I felt was feeling too exhausted to organize everything, so I simply opened the boxes until I located my clothes and pulled this out.
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I went on to the bathroom.
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I turned on the shower to adjust the temperature to my liking. As I undressed, I glanced at my left arm, which was bandaged securely. While I'm unsure of the extent of the treatment it required, I'm grateful to be free from pain at the moment. After a swift shower, I dressed and returned to my room where I connected my compact projector to my phone. I settled in to watch a nostalgic 90s sitcom, eventually drifting off to sleep with a tinge of melancholy in the air...
