No matter how far he ran, the past always caught up. Loving Y/N was never part of the plan, but she became his safest place as they grew. His secrets are dangerous, and as love pulls them closer, the shadows of his actions grow stronger.
Will his se...
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The moment I ended the call, my head was spinning. Yn was in an accident. The words repeated in my mind like a broken record, but it didn't feel real. My hands shook as I scrolled through my contacts, my thumb fumbling over the screen before finally landing on her father's name. It rang. Once, twice—each ring stretching longer than it should.
When he finally answered, his voice carried the familiar warmth. "Hello, Taehyung?"
But I couldn't match his calm. "Sir... there's been an accident. It's Yn. She's been hurt," I managed, my voice trembling.
A beat of silence followed. Then his tone shifted, all warmth replaced by worry. "Where is she?"
"The hospital. I'm heading there now. I'll meet you." I didn't wait for his reply before bolting out the door.
The drive was a blur. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly they ached, but I barely noticed. All I could think of was Yn—her laugh echoing in my ears from just last night, her sleepy smile when we said goodbye. How could everything change so suddenly?
At the hospital, I barely parked before jumping out of the car. I pushed through the entrance doors, breathless, scanning the sterile halls for answers.
"Excuse me," I stopped a passing nurse, my voice uneven. "A woman just came in from a car accident. Her name's Yn."
Her expression softened with sympathy, and she pointed down the hallway. "She's in surgery. The doctor will update you once it's over."
Surgery. The word hit me like a punch to the chest. I swallowed hard and found a seat in the waiting area, but sitting did nothing to calm me. My knee bounced uncontrollably as the minutes crawled by, each one heavier than the last.
Yn's father arrived not long after, his face lined with silent concern. He sat beside me without a word, and we waited—two hearts carrying the same weight of fear.
When the doctor finally appeared, I shot to my feet, hope and dread tangling in my chest. "Doctor, is she... is she okay?"
His gaze moved between us, his expression serious but calm. "She's stable. The injuries aren't life-threatening—a fractured wrist and a cut on her head that needed stitches. She'll need rest for a week or two or so, but she's going to be alright."
Relief crashed into me, so intense I felt my legs nearly give way. I turned to Yn's father, seeing his shoulders sag with the same overwhelming relief.
"When can we see her?" he asked, his voice tight.
"She'll be moved to a private room soon. Once she's settled, one of you can go in."
After a moment, her father rested a hand on my shoulder. "Thank you for letting me know, Taehyung. I'll see her first—make sure she's alright. Then you can go in."
I nodded, understanding his need. As he disappeared into the room, I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes, trying to steady my racing thoughts. My mind kept replaying it all—the phone call, the drive, the uncertainty that gripped me when I first arrived.
