ENTITY- The New Beginning ( skz brother's ff)

Episode 10

POV?

Ofcourse who else is taller than my ... I mean our hyunjin.

I heard the faint sound of a splash. It was barely audible, but it cut through the stillness of the night. My instincts kicked in before my brain could process what it was. Without thinking, I was already running, my feet pounding against the ground as I scanned the garden, my eyes locking onto the lake.
I don't hesitate. My eyes dart toward the lake, and without a second thought, I'm sprinting across the garden. The cold, hardened exterior I usually wear fades for a moment, pushed aside by the rush of adrenaline.

I reach the edge of the lake, my heart thumping painfully against my chest. There she is-Sol. Her figure is barely visible beneath the surface, her body weak and lifeless in the water. Her body was sinking, her limbs sluggish and weak, the water swallowing her whole. I felt a jolt of urgency, a reaction I didn't even know I was capable of. Without hesitation, I dove in. The cold hit me like a shockwave, but I didn't care. All I could think about was getting her out of that water. I push through the waves, my strong arms wrapping around her limp form, dragging her toward the shore with every powerful stroke.

When we finally make it to solid ground, I pull her from the water,Her chest was rising and falling unevenly, her skin pale and her form too fragile in my grip.
my hands shaking as I shake her shoulders.

"Hey! Are you alright?! Do you have habit of get yourself in trouble and make others worry or what" My voice comes out rough, edged with urgency, but Sol barely stirs. Her eyelids flutter as she coughs weakly, and for a moment, I feel helpless. I shook her roughly, my voice harsher than I intended. I could feel my frustration rising. She looked like she might collapse, and I wasn't sure whether it was from the cold or her own weakness.

Frustration swells inside me. I've never been good with moments like this-never had to be. I'm used to orders, not emotions, not feelings. I look at her, her fragile frame trembling and soaked, and guilt creeps up on me, though I don't fully understand why it's there. I don't get why I'm feeling this, or why it matters.

I know I said it before, and the words come back to haunt me. "You're too weak, girl. It'd be better if you didn't show your face to me too often." The words had come out cold, sharp. But what I meant was different. I wasn't thinking of her presence-it was her health that I was concerned about.

I didn't mean it like that. I wasn't trying to insult her. She was just... so fragile. So damn frail. She wasn't like the others-people who managed to survive under pressure. She didn't seem strong enough to handle it all.She's so fragile, so light. A breeze could blow her away. She's been through too much already. I didn't want her to end up like the others around me-losing herself, losing weight, stressed from the things that weigh on her, and she's barely been here. But it doesn't matter. I couldn't say it in a way that didn't sound harsh, cruel. I'm not built for tenderness.

But now, as I watched her face twist in confusion and hurt, I realized I'd fucked it up. Again. I never knew how to say things gently. I wasn't made for that. People had always known me for my sharp words, my cold nature. I didn't care about softening things. But seeing her look at me like that, I wondered if I should've tried, just this once.

My frustration with her, with myself, was growing. I didn't know how to fix this. I didn't know how to take back the damage I'd just done. She was my sister now. I should've cared more. I didn't know how.

She coughed weakly, shivering in my arms.Watching her cough and tremble, I realize how much she must have misunderstood. I think back to the way she looked at me, her eyes wide with hurt. And I can't shake the feeling that I've wounded her-not physically, but in a way that's much deeper.