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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...
Yn’s POV I woke up this morning, heavy with fatigue. It’s a familiar feeling, one that has lingered for some time now. As I glanced around the room, my gaze settled on Mark, peacefully sleeping on the couch. A small laugh escaped me; the sight was both amusing and comforting.
As I pushed myself off the bed, a twinge of pain reminded me of my weariness. I closed my eyes for a moment, willing it to fade, and after a brief pause, it finally subsided. I shuffled over to my box, the weight of the day settling on my shoulders, and pulled out something that felt significant...
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I made my way to the bathroom and began preparing the shower. I carefully applied a protector over my bandages and undressed for the shower, letting the warm water wash over me as I relaxed. After a while, I stepped out and put on one of the hospital diapers. I cautiously removed the cover from my bandaged arm, ensuring everything was alright before returning to my room.
As I entered, I noticed Mark searching frantically around the room.
“Are you okay???” I asked.
He turned sharply toward me, relief flooding his expression. He rushed over to check on me.
“What’s wrong???” I inquired, concerned.
He sighed, locking eyes with me.
“When I woke up, you weren’t in bed,” he admitted. “I was scared something had happened to you. I checked everywhere to make sure... you know...”
I nodded, fully understanding his fear.
“I didn’t do anything,” I reassured him. “I just took a shower and got changed.”
He nodded in response, relief still evident on his face. Just then, his phone buzzed.
“It’s time to change your dressing on your arm,” he said, gathering the supplies he needed to tend to my injury.
Once he finished, he looked at me with a sadness that tugged at my heart. I frowned and gently patted his cheek.
“What’s the matter???” I asked softly.
“Please… don’t do this again,” he implored. “If you’re feeling overwhelmed, just come to one of us—anyone, even the kids. We’re all here for you… and Jisung is really sorry.”
I could only nod in acknowledgment when there was a knock at the door. It swung open to reveal SiCheng stepping inside, with Jisung following closely behind, his expression heavy with concern...
