Bloodborne (Jeon Jungkook ff)

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His form flickered, and I sensed a glimmer of vulnerability in his gaze. "You want to know my story?" he said, his voice trembling.

"Very well. But know that it is not a tale of joy. It is one steeped in sorrow and regret."

I nodded, urging him to continue, feeling a deep connection forming between us. As he began to recount his past, his voice wove a tapestry of memories that pulled me into his world.

"I was born into a family of artists," he began, his tone wistful.

"My mother painted the dawn, capturing the light as it spilled across the horizon, while my father sculpted dreams from stone. I grew up in a world of beauty, surrounded by love and creativity. My little sister, Minji, was my world—her laughter was the music that inspired my work."

He paused, his expression darkening. "But tragedy struck like a thief in the night. A fire consumed our home, taking my family and everything I held dear.

I was left with nothing but ashes and memories. In my grief, I sought solace in art, but it was never enough. I rebuilt my home but it wasn't complete without them. In my desperate state, I turned to the occult, eager to reach beyond the veil, to bring them back to me."

As he spoke, I could feel the emotions in his voice, the weight of his sorrow pressing down on him. I wanted to reach out, to comfort him, but I held back, afraid of breaking the fragile moment we shared.

"I was drawn to ancient texts, rituals that promised to bind the souls of the departed to the living,"

He continued, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I thought I could reclaim what was lost, that I could restore my family to me. But each time I attempted the ritual, the darkness only deepened. It consumed me, turning my art into something grotesque."

I could see the pain etched on his face, and I felt a deep empathy for him.

"Jungkook, you were searching for love in the wrong places," I said gently. "But that doesn’t mean you have to remain trapped here. You can find another way to honor them."

"How can I?" he asked, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I have failed them. I bound myself to this place, and now I am their prisoner."

As if the weather also understood his pain, it started to rain outside. Thunder rumbling far away. I just stared at him with a tightening throat....

How did a man like you end up like this? There should be nothing except happiness adorning that mesmerising face of yours...

The heart pulsed slowly as the rain intensified.