THE LOVE BEYOND FEAR

Chapter - 3

Yoongi's Pov

The sterile white walls of the hospital room seemed to mock me, a stark contrast to the swirling chaos in my mind. I woke up with a jolt, the memory of the failed experiment, Jimin's transformation, and the agonizing pain of his claws tearing into my flesh flooding back.

My head throbbed, a dull ache that resonated with the emptiness in my stomach. I hadn't eaten properly in days, the stress and fear a constant knot in my gut.

The last thing I recalled was the overwhelming darkness, the blood pooling around me, and the faint scent of iron mingling with Jimin's musky wolf scent before I lost consciousness.

My vision was blurry, the fluorescent lights harsh against my eyes. Then I saw Namjoon, a familiar figure amidst the sterile environment, a beacon of calm amidst the storm raging inside me.

His face held a mix of worry and relief, and I felt a warmth spread through my chest, a fragile hope flickering in the darkness.

Namjoon : 'Yoongi, you're awake!"

Namjoon exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine relief. He gently took my hand, his touch surprisingly comforting.

Namjoon : "How are you feeling? You've been out for a couple of days."

I tried to speak, but my throat was dry and scratchy. I just coughed, a weak, rasping sound that mirrored the turmoil inside me.

Namjoon: Don't try to talk yet,"

Namjoon said softly, his gaze filled with concern.

Namjoon : "Just rest. You lost quite a bit of blood, and you're still weak."

He gestured to the small table beside my bed, where a tray of bland hospital food sat untouched.

Namjoon : "You need to eat something, even just a little. Your body needs nourishment to heal."

I shook my head, unable to stomach the thought of food. The images of Jimin, his eyes glowing with an unnatural light, his teeth bared in a snarl, were too vivid, too recent.

The memory of the raw, primal power he possessed, the way he towered over me, fueled by an uncontrollable hunger, made my stomach churn.

Yoongi : "I can't,"

I croaked, my voice barely audible.

Yoongi : "I… I don't feel hungry."

Namjoon : "I know it's hard, Yoongi,"

Namjoon said gently, his voice filled with understanding.

Nmajoon : "But you need to try. For yourself. Please?"

He stayed by my side for a while, just holding my hand and talking about mundane things, anything to keep my mind from wandering to the

terrifying events of the past few days. I listened, barely comprehending his words, my mind trapped in a loop of fear and despair.

Then, the television flickered to life, a news report flashing across the screen. My heart froze.

The reporter's voice, sharp and clinical, recounted the events of the previous night – a brutal attack by a mysterious werewolf in the city, three people dead, their bodies mutilated. A shiver ran down my spine.