Invisible Strings of the Hearts || MYG FF

Chapter 50

YOONGI POV 🖤

I sat outside the operating theatre, my head hung low, my hands still stained with Leena's blood. The metallic scent clung to me, a haunting reminder of how close I had come to losing her.

My eyes were fixed on the ground, my mind replaying the events over and over, each image cutting deeper than the last. I should have checked the location she sent me earlier. I should have been there. I should have protected her.

The image of her face-pale, injured, struggling to hold on-flashed before my eyes, and my chest tightened painfully. I could still see her hanging on the edge of that cliff, her hand gripping mine desperately as if holding on to me was the only thing keeping her alive.

And then she took that bullet for me, without a second's hesitation, without a thought for her own life. I squeezed my eyes shut, the ache in my soul growing sharper with each memory.

She loved me. Always. Even when she said she hated me, I knew it was a lie, a thin veil to hide the devotion that burned so brightly in her eyes. And I-I was the coward who kept pushing her away, hiding behind my anger and my pride because I couldn't admit what she meant to me.

Now, when I finally wanted to pull her closer, to tell her everything, she was slipping away, and it was all my fault.

Tears rolled down my face, hot and relentless, as I silently prayed for her life. I didn't care about anything else. I just wanted her to be okay. I needed her back. My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic rhythm of fear and regret, each beat echoing the same desperate plea: please, don't leave me.

My mind drifted back to the beginning-every argument, every snide remark, every heated fight where we threatened to kill each other. It was a chaotic, twisted dance that only we understood.

No matter how much we pushed and pulled, there was always that magnetic force between us, dragging us back to each other. The tension, the fire-it was maddening, but it was ours.

I thought of every kiss, every touch, the way she felt against me, the way she looked at me when she thought I wasn't paying attention. Those moments-our moments-flashed through my mind, and I felt like I was losing her all over again.

I should've told her. I should've said it out loud, made her understand how much I loved her. But now, what if it was too late? What if she didn't come back to me?

The thought strangled me, my throat dry and tight as if the words I never said were choking me now. I buried my face in my hands, fighting back a sob that threatened to break free. How had I let it come to this? How had I been so blind, so stupid, to not see what was right in front of me all along?

My eyes burned, and that's when I saw a glass of water held out in front of me. I looked up, blinking through the tears, and there was Jimin, standing there silently. He didn't say a word-he didn't have to. He always understood what I needed, what was good for me, even when I didn't.

I reached for the glass, my hands trembling, the weight of everything I'd done to him, to Leena, crashing down on me. I had treated him like shit, pushed him away when all he ever tried to do was help. And now, he was here, quietly supporting me when I didn't deserve it, when all I could think about was the woman fighting for her life because of me.

I took a shaky sip, the cold water soothing my parched throat, but it did nothing to ease the turmoil inside me. I glanced at Jimin, and for a moment, I couldn't find the words.

All I could do was sit there, feeling the weight of my mistakes. How bad I behaved with him and Jungkook. how much I've hurt him.

"Jimin"