Jinx × Male Reader | A Reason

Chapter II

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"He's covered in cuts and bruises, where'd you find him?" I heard a female voice inquire with concern as I struggled to regain my bearings. The room was hazy, my thoughts muddled as I tried to piece together the fragments of memory that flickered in my mind like fading candlelight.

"Tend to his wounds," a commanding voice, presumably the one who saved me, instructed. I could feel the weight of his words in the air, a sense of urgency underlying his tone.

"If he wakes up, feed him. I'm going somewhere," the same voice announced before a rush of footsteps echoed through the room, followed by the abrupt sound of a door slamming shut, leaving me in a disoriented state of solitude.

"Vander!" the female's voice called out, filled with a mix of worry and frustration, as if grappling with the weight of unseen burdens. I felt a gentle touch on my head, the sensation of fingers running through my hair, offering a fleeting moment of solace in the midst of uncertainty.

And then, as if a veil had been lifted, a memory surged to the forefront of my consciousness, a soft whisper echoing in the recesses of my mind: "Y/N, you must survive no matter what. Always remember that I love you."

Startled, I sat up, the memory lingering like a ghost in the room, a bittersweet reminder of a past that felt both distant and achingly close.

"He's awake!" a voice exclaimed, jolting me back to the present moment. I blinked, trying to focus on the figures that surrounded me - two guys, one chubby and one skinny, and a blue-haired girl, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity.

"I'll go get Vander," another voice declared before the sound of hurried footsteps faded into the distance. I watched as the blue-haired girl and the two guys exchanged glances, their unspoken questions hanging in the air like a heavy fog.

"Where am I?" I finally managed to speak, my voice hoarse and unfamiliar to my own ears. The chubby guy and the skinny kid shared a glance before the former spoke up.

"You're in The Last Drop," The chubby guy answered, his voice carrying a note of reassurance. "What happened to you, man? You were asleep for three days," the skinny kid added, his tone laced with a mix of curiosity and concern.

I tried to piece together the fragments of memory that flickered in my mind like fading candlelight. The events leading up to this moment felt like a blur, a jumble of images and emotions that danced just out of reach.

As I struggled to make sense of it all, the man called Vander entered the room, accompanied by a pink-haired girl who exuded a sense of calm and warmth. "Hey there," Vander greeted me with a smile, his presence a grounding force in the midst of uncertainty.

"Why am I? How?" I managed to voice my questions, my gaze locked on Vander in search of answers. His smile remained unwavering, a steady presence in the swirling chaos of my thoughts.

"You're still in no condition to walk. Vi," Vander turned to the pink-haired girl, whose name I now knew, and she handed me a wooden bowl of soup. It felt like a lifeline, a taste of normalcy in a world turned upside down.

I gratefully accepted the bowl, the warmth of the soup seeping into my bones as I took the first hesitant spoonful. My hands trembled, betraying the fragility of my state, and a moment of embarrassment washed over me.

"Hahaha," Vander's laughter echoed through the room, a sound that mingled with Vi's gentle reassurance as she stepped in to help feed me. In that moment, surrounded by strangers who felt like kin, I allowed myself to lean into their care, to embrace the vulnerability of being seen and supported.