The tears finally drained what little strength I had left, and my eyes drifted closed once more, the exhaustion claiming me. Jungkook sat beside me, his heart heavy, knowing he couldn't leave, knowing he'd stay by my side, even if I never found it in myself to forgive him.
As I finally succumbed to exhaustion, my body fell into a restless sleep, but the trauma lingered in my subconscious. Soon, my heart began to race, my breathing growing ragged and uneven. Even in my unconscious state, memories of the pain and fear surged back, making my body react as though it was reliving each moment.
Jungkook's gaze stayed fixed on me, watching with concern as my peaceful expression turned tense. He noticed the beeping of the monitor nearby, showing elevated heart rate and oxygen levels. Without hesitation, he pressed the nurse call button, the urgency in his actions mirroring the fear gripping his heart. Within moments, a nurse arrived, checking the monitors and adjusting the machines, her face tense with concentration. She worked swiftly, accompanied by the doctor and more nurses who crowded around, stabilizing my condition with careful hands.
Jungkook stood back, feeling helpless as he was asked to wait outside the room. He paced in the waiting area, his hands clenched into fists, eyes filled with torment. I did this, he thought bitterly. She's suffering because of me. For what felt like an eternity, he stood there alone, guilt swirling in his mind. He didn't deserve forgiveness—he knew that—but all he wanted now was to see me open my eyes again, to know that I wouldn't leave him.
Finally, the doctor emerged with the nurses. Jungkook moved forward quickly, his voice thick with worry. "How's my wife?" His eyes were desperate, filled with a pain and sadness that even he couldn't mask.
The doctor looked at him with a mixture of sympathy and professionalism. "She's stable now, but her body is under immense stress. The trauma has taken a serious toll on her, both physically and mentally."
Jungkook's face fell as the doctor's words hit him like a punch to the gut. His voice trembled as he asked, "H-how long... how long will it take for her to recover?"
The doctor's tone remained steady, though there was a kindness in his eyes. "Recovery will take time. She's been through a lot, and healing—especially from such emotional trauma—won't be easy. She'll need support, both physically and emotionally, to help her through this."
Jungkook swallowed, feeling the weight of those words. As the doctor turned to leave, Jungkook was left standing there, vowing silently that no matter how long it took, he would be there for me, even if he was undeserving.
Jungkook's POV:
After the doctor explained her condition, my heart ached knowing how much pain my precious little one has been through. I never wanted this. I never wanted her to suffer—she's my world. Slowly, I entered her room, where she lay still and fragile, almost like a delicate doll on the hospital bed.
I walked over, pulling a chair close, and sat down beside her. My eyes traced her delicate features, the innocence and purity of her face... and the pain I put her through flooded back, hitting me like a weight I could never lift.
"My little one, please... please don't leave me. Don't shut me out." My voice was barely a whisper as I took her small hand in mine, feeling its softness against my own, much larger one. I held on as if it was the only thing keeping me grounded. "I know I've caused you pain, but I never wanted this. I never wanted you to be like this, so vulnerable and fragile." A tear slipped down my face, and I didn't bother to wipe it away. "I just wanted you to be safe... carefree... my little princess."
I let my forehead rest on her hand as I held back more tears. I hadn't even realized how much I was crying, how much I was breaking inside. I wanted to make things right, but with each passing second, I wondered if it was already too late.
End of Jungkook's POV:
Time Skips, The Next Evening, 7 PM
Y/N's POV:
The soft glow of the setting sun cast warm hues across the room, washing it in shades of orange and amber, but inside, there was nothing but silence. I slowly came to, my body still heavy, my strength barely returning. I felt weak, but the urge to sit up overpowered me. I curled up, wrapping my arms around myself as if to shield myself from the memories.
Outside, the night sky was settling in, dark and quiet, dotted with stars that sparkled against the blackness. But here, in the stillness of the room, I felt numb. Detached. My thoughts drifted, reliving that night, the taste of blood on my lips, the agony of every breath... the feeling of complete helplessness. I hugged myself tighter, feeling more alone than ever.
It was as if all the pain had drained the very life from me, leaving nothing but a hollow shell behind. The memories haunted me, yet I felt strangely at peace, numb to the suffering that had once tormented me.
For now, I sat there, a shadow of myself, staring into the quiet darkness of the night sky, feeling emptiness settle in my chest. Is this who I am now? I wondered, no longer certain if I had the strength to feel anything at all.
End of Y/N's POV:
Then, without warning, the door creaked open, and Jungkook stepped into the room.
I didn't turn to look at him. I continued to stare outside, lost in a haze of indifference. I felt his gaze on me, full of concern and worry, but I could no longer bring myself to care. He approached quietly, as if sensing the distance that had grown between us.
"Can you hear me, my little one?" His voice was soft, cautious, almost pleading.
I stayed silent, the weight of his presence barely touching me as I kept my eyes fixed on the dark expanse outside. Jungkook's voice grew more desperate. "Pet... please, say something. Anything."
After a long pause, I finally spoke, my voice cold and distant.
"Your pet is dead," I said bluntly, still staring out the window, my words laced with a bitterness that even surprised me.
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