Six Evil Step Brothers - Yoongi X Jungkook- Yoonkook

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Yoongi lay in the large, soft bed, his eyes half-lidded as he blinked against the hazy sunlight streaming through the window. His body felt heavy, as if lead had been poured into his veins, and his thoughts drifted like wisps of fog. Everything seemed distant, muted, like a dream he couldn't quite wake from.

But in this strange, dreamlike state, there was one constant—Jitae.

Jitae was always there, his presence a warm, comforting weight on Yoongi's mind. Every time Yoongi opened his eyes, he found Jitae by his side, his smile gentle, his touch tender. It was strange how quickly he had come to rely on him, how the fear and anxiety that had once gripped him seemed to melt away in Jitae's presence.

"Yoongi," Jitae's voice was soft, almost a whisper, as he reached out to brush a strand of hair away from Yoongi's forehead. "You're awake. How are you feeling?"

Yoongi blinked up at him, his vision slightly blurred, but the sight of Jitae's kind face brought a small smile to his lips. "I... I feel good," he murmured, his voice sluggish.Jitae smiled, his hand lingering on Yoongi's cheek. "That's good to hear. You've been through so much, but you're safe now. I'm here to take care of you."

Yoongi's heart swelled with warmth at Jitae's words. Safe. That was how he felt—safe, protected, cherished. The fear and confusion that had once gnawed at him seemed so far away now, like a distant memory.

But in the back of his mind, a small voice tried to push through the fog. Something wasn't right. He was too tired, too weak. He tried to grasp the thought, but it slipped away like water through his fingers.

Jitae moved closer, sitting on the edge of the bed as he took Yoongi's hand in his own. "You must be hungry. Let me feed you, okay?"

Yoongi nodded weakly, too tired to argue. He felt a strange sense of peace as Jitae brought a spoonful of warm soup to his lips, the broth sliding down his throat with ease. The food tasted good, comforting, but there was an odd aftertaste—something bitter that lingered on his tongue. He frowned, but the thought was fleeting, lost in the haze that clouded his mind.

"You're doing so well, Yoongi," Jitae cooed, his voice soothing as he continued to feed him. "You're getting stronger every day."

Yoongi wanted to believe him, wanted to trust the warmth and kindness in Jitae's voice. But deep down, a part of him felt uneasy, as if something important was slipping away from him. He couldn't remember how long he had been here, how many days had passed. Everything blurred together in a swirl of half-formed memories.

After finishing the meal, Jitae set the bowl aside and reached for a small bottle of pills on the nightstand. He shook two into his palm, offering them to Yoongi with a smile. "Here, take these. They'll help you rest."

Yoongi hesitated, his gaze flicking to the pills. They looked innocent enough, small and white, but the unease in his chest grew. "What are they?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Jitae's smile never faltered. "Just something to help with the pain. You've been through a lot, Yoongi. I don't want you to suffer."

Yoongi's thoughts were sluggish, his mind struggling to process the situation. He wanted to trust Jitae, to believe in the care and concern he had shown. But something deep inside him screamed that this wasn't right.

"Yoongi," Jitae's voice was soft, almost pleading, as he gently tilted Yoongi's chin up to meet his gaze. "You trust me, don't you?"

Yoongi's heart twisted at the question, guilt washing over him. How could he doubt the person who had been there for him, who had cared for him when no one else had? He nodded slowly, and with trembling hands, he took the pills from Jitae's palm and swallowed them.