𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

44.

"How's she doing?"

Mrs Jeon enters looks up at Jungkook who was standing at the entrance of the room—staring at
Y/n's face with sparkly that were so swollen and dull by the eclipse of his sun.

"Better—but still she doesn't talk alot. She's been just—crying Jungkook"

His heart saddened seeing her so numb and pale. She had come back home but he didn't come back from the moment he had seen her all lifeless and numb to death.

He felt his heart cracked—thinking that he'll lose her just his sister he felt his soul crush away.

He had given her his blood all that she had wanted because she was pretty much anaemic due to the An!rexia she suffered.

"Mom—please take care of her—I can't afford to lose her"

He wasn't coming near her,guilted that maybe he was the reason she had drowned herself. No one knew what and why it happened. She left with smiles and laughter but came back—almost dead.

His hands trembled even by the thought to even touch a strand of her hair—he was a man who had diced people's body to pieces and then fed them to his dogs in the basement but now—he couldn't even merely think to touch the woman that was laid in front of him.

Seeing her son so vulnerable and fearful—her heart cried.

"She'll be just fine Jungkook. But you need to stay with her—she needs you right now"

Oh no. I would be the last thing she would need right now. The man who could never love anyone. The man who was born to be crude and heartless. I coukd never be capable enough to love anyone like her-so fragile and delicate—i'll break her. Again.

She tried to kill herself just because she was pregnant with my child. She didn't even tell me. She probably loathed my touch and I kept hurting her—forcing my love on her.

Maybe all she still wanted was Wooseok. Because after seeing the wedding invitation—she went to his house. I'm her criminal—i'm her murderer—i'm her torturer.

His eyes ran over her as his mother left her to him—wanting him to stay near her and he agreed. Wanted to see her face,to look at what he had hurted. What he had loved so crazily.

Taking a seat beside her and just running his eyes over her-his eyes start bearing tears seeing her so cold and puny.

You sleep coiled—tightly wound. Hands are fist underneath the pillows,clenched above cotton sheets.

You are at war—even in your dreams.

Gently moving his hand forward to run them over her face—he spills tears not getting the warmth from her skin—it was just not there anymore and his heart sinked so fastly.

What have I done to you?

His warm and subtle touch feeling like a warm and fuzzy hug—makes her open her eyes at the familiar sensation that was so soothing and her breath tendered upon seeing him sitting right beside her—feeling a sense of safety—yet a sensation of pain.

Even after knowing that I had lost your child—you still have the softness left in yourself to cry for me? Don't you feel angry? Furious? For not even telling you?

He sees her dull eyes that were staring directly at him—feeling anxiety licking the walls of his stomach. Feeling like something was budging him from inside—his body on fire by her gaze.

I wonder what would you do in the next coming seconds Y/n?

Grab that knife and slit throat away—i'd still love you.