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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 The past two months have been incredible! I've moved into the room with Jisung, and my left arm has healed nicely. Although it will always bear scars, I've come to terms with that. However, I'm still concerned about Jisung. There have been a few nights when I've woken up to find him crying, gently rubbing my arm and repeatedly whispering "sorry." It worries me deeply.
Right now, I'm sitting in our room, waiting for him to come back from practice. Today, he was with Renjun, Jeno, Donghyuck, Chenle, and Jaemin. Meanwhile, Xiaojun, Hendery, YangYang, Sion, Riku, Yushi, Jaehee, Ryo, Johnny, Taeyong, Yuta, Kun, Doyoung, Chittaphon, Jaehyun, SiCheng, and Jungwoo are somewhere in the house. Since I'm feeling lazy, I'm just lounging around in comfortable clothes.
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I often have old black-and-white cartoons playing in the background as I think. That is, until a knock at the door interrupted my solitude.
“Come in!!!”
Riku peeked his head around the door, and I smiled, waving him inside. He flopped down onto the bed beside me.
“Hey, Mama Pumpkin!!! I came to check on you!!!” he said cheerfully.
I smiled back and gently ruffled his hair.
“I’m doing well… mostly,” I replied, my voice trailing off.
His smile faded instantly as he sat up, concern etched on his face.
“Are you thinking about hurting yourself again???” he asked, worry and fear shining in his eyes. I quickly took his hand to reassure him.
“No, no… it’s not that. I’m just worried about Jisung,” I explained.
He let out a sigh of relief, visibly relaxing.
“Oh, thank God! But what’s wrong with Hyung???” Riku asked, his brow furrowed in concern.
“I’ve caught him crying and rubbing my left arm, repeatedly saying sorry over and over again,” I confessed.
Riku frowned thoughtfully.
“Well, even though I’m one of the ‘kids,’ I think it’s best to just talk to him. It might really help,” he suggested.
I nodded in agreement, and we settled back to watch the cartoons together...
