SHADOWS OF DESIRE|JK FF| S1

CH-44: RIDE OR DIE

"If sacrificing my life could save yours, I'd do it over and over again."

Jungkook's POV

The waiting room was a scene of utter devastation. Y/N's condition was critical, and I was left feeling like a hollow shell, numb and empty. Namjoon, Suga, Jin, Hobi, Jimin, Taehyung, and the others were a mess of tears and anguish. Suga, who rarely showed their emotions, were hugging Ji-eun, their faces streaked with tears. Taehyung was holding Sana. Jin, namjoon and hobi sitting together with their heads hung low- trying to offer what comfort they could. Jimin and Hye-jin clung to each other, both visibly broken.

Felix and Eunwoo were standing together, their faces pale, eyes red. For them, Y/N was like a younger sister, and seeing her in such a state was almost too much to bear. They were trying to stay strong, but the tears betrayed their pain.

My grandma was in a similar state, tears streaming down her face as Toby, my bodyguard, comforted her. Seeing her cry was like a knife twisting in my chest. I had always been the one to protect her, to keep her safe, and now I felt utterly powerless.

I couldn't bring myself to join them. My emotions were locked away, buried so deep that I felt numb. I had tried to stay strong, to be the pillar of support for everyone else, but inside, I was shattered. My thoughts were a tangle of regret, guilt, and anger. Y/N had risked everything for me, and now she lay in a hospital bed fighting for her life.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her lying on the ground, blood staining her clothes. The memory of her sacrifice replayed over and over in my mind. I had never felt so helpless, so utterly lost. I wanted to be angry, to lash out at someone—anyone—but the only thing I felt was an overwhelming sense of grief.

I looked up as the door to the waiting room swung open, and a doctor walked in. The room fell silent, all eyes turning to him. I couldn't bring myself to stand, to move, to even look at him. The doctor's expression was grave, and I knew that whatever he had to say, it wasn't going to be good.

The words that followed were a blur. They spoke of surgeries, of critical conditions, of hope and despair. I heard the words "stable" and "critical" but couldn't process the meaning behind them. My heart was pounding in my chest, every beat a reminder of the fear that had taken hold of me.

The doctor left, and the silence that followed was deafening. I remained seated, my eyes fixed on the floor, trying to escape the reality of what was happening. I felt a hand on my shoulder—Grandma's touch, gentle and comforting. I looked up, meeting her tear-streaked gaze, and for the first time, I allowed myself to feel the depth of my sorrow.

"I don't know what to do," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I don't know how to fix this."

Grandma's hand squeezed mine, her eyes full of a compassion that I desperately needed. "You have to hold on," she said softly. "You have to be strong for her. She needs you."

I nodded, though the words felt hollow. I knew she was right, but the pain was overwhelming. I had to be strong, for Y/N, for everyone who was suffering. But at that moment, the only thing I could do was sit in the dark corner of the waiting room, hoping that somehow, the woman I loved would pull through, and that I'd be given another chance to tell her how much she meant to me.

Grandma's words were a beacon in the storm of my emotions. Her voice, though soft and trembling, cut through the numbness that had enveloped me. "Go to Him," she said, her eyes glistening with tears. "He will listen to you."