Silent Vows

Part 8

Yn was reading her book, occasionally yawning and stretching her arms. “What if I end up stuck here forever? But why would he even do something like that?”

She was lost in her thoughts when a blaring horn outside jolted her back to reality.

She quickly stood up and glanced out the window, spotting his car pulling into the driveway. Letting out a sigh of relief, she walked back to the bed and sat down.

“I really need to stop overthinking.” She leaned back against the headboard, closing her eyes.

Moments later, she heard the doorknob turn as the door swung open, revealing his furious expression. He slammed the door shut, causing Yn to flinch and sit up straight. “Holy heavens, he's angry! He looks so off…”

Without a word, he walked to the couch, collapsed onto it, and huffed in frustration.

"Why are you up?" he asked, his voice sharp. She swallowed nervously. "Uh—I wasn't sleepy. Do you need anything? You must be tired."

He shook his head. "Nothing." Yn nodded, glancing away as her hands trembled slightly, sensing the tension in the air.

Suddenly, she heard him groan, causing her to look back at him in confusion. He was sitting with his eyes closed, a pained expression on his face, his hand resting on his arm. She frowned and stood up to get a better look.

"A-are you okay?" she asked hesitantly. He nodded, exhaling deeply. Just as she was about to turn away, her eyes caught sight of his stained hand, and she gasped.

"Are you injured?" she asked, walking over to him, though she kept her distance.

She flinched when she noticed the cuts scattered across his face. His hand was stained red, a clear sign that he was injured.

"Y-you’re bleeding…" she stammered, her voice trembling. His eyes opened, meeting her terrified gaze.

"I'm fine. Just get me the first aid kit if you can," he replied, his tone firm. She nodded quickly and rushed out of the room, searching for the kit.

Before long, she returned with it in hand, placing it beside him. "Here," she said softly. He nodded and took the kit, wincing as he did.

Yn bit her bottom lip in worry, feeling a pang of guilt. "Uh—don’t move your hand. It’s hurt," she urged. He sighed, "I can’t just leave it untreated. It won’t heal, and I can't afford to be wounded and unable to work."

Dressed entirely in black, he removed his hand from his arm, revealing his blood-soaked palm. Yn gasped as the sight. He tried to take off his jacket but struggled, huffing in frustration when the pain made it too difficult.

"L-let me help," she offered hesitantly. He looked up at her, clearly surprised. "You?" She nodded, and after a moment's hesitation, he slowly extended his arm. She carefully removed his jacket, making sure to avoid touching the wound.

Setting the jacket aside, she crouched down in front of him, taking the first aid kit and selecting the necessary supplies. He watched her in silence, his gaze fixed on her every move.

When she glanced at his arm, she saw that his sleeve was torn and blood was steadily oozing from the wound.

Her hands trembled, and she felt a chill of fear wash over her as she carefully folded up his sleeve, examining the injury with growing concern.

Jungkook noticed how terrified she was and let out a deep sigh, trying to suppress his anger and not repeat the same mistake as last time.

‘I need to stay composed…’ he reminded himself. Moments later, she began cleaning the wound, causing him to hiss in pain. "I-I'm sorry! I'll be careful," she quickly apologized.