Hi everyone!
I made this to all you BTS FF lovers out there! The story containes a man (Jeon Jungkook) and a girl (Lee Y/n), who met at a college in South Korea. They both fell in love at first sight, but they didnt quite have a good start at their...
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Jungkook's pov:
"I don't love you anymore, Jungkook. Just leave me alone!"
Her voice still echoed in my mind, sharp and relentless, like shards of glass cutting into my sanity. Each word reverberated with a force that left me breathless, stuck on repeat, a haunting mantra I couldn't escape. My chest tightened, each beat of my heart thudding painfully against my ribs.
But no matter how much I willed myself to let go of her words, the images they brought forward would not leave me.
My gaze remained fixed-paralyzed-on her.
Y/n.
She sat in front of me, tied to a chair, lifeless. Her once-bright eyes, eyes that used to hold so much warmth and mischief, were now empty. Staring into nothingness. Her skin, once so vibrant and full of life, was pale and marred with cruel reminders of pain. She wasn't supposed to look like this. She wasn't supposed to be here—like this.
"You've ruined my life!"
The words tore through my mind, louder and more vicious. They weren't new. I'd heard them before-hadn't I? I couldn't tell anymore. This nightmare blurred memories and reality into a suffocating haze, and it was getting harder to tell where one ended and the other began.
I tried to speak, to scream, to move. Anything. But my body refused to obey. I was trapped, frozen, as if the air itself had turned into a thick, suffocating weight pressing down on me. My girl—my Y/n—was right there, but I couldn't save her.
"Baby?"
The voice slithered out of the darkness, low and mocking, wrapping around me like chains. It wasn't hers. It wasn't mine. It was something else. Something wrong.
The word came again, soft but venomous, echoing in the stillness like a serpent's hiss.
Then I saw it.
The shadow.
It loomed behind her, shifting and unnatural, like smoke desperately trying to take a form it didn't quite understand. Its presence was suffocating, its edges bleeding into the dim light of the room as though it absorbed everything good and pure. Clawed hands rested on her shoulders, and bile rose in my throat as it leaned closer to her, whispering something inaudible into her ear.
"Don't touch her!"
They tore from my throat raw and desperate, but the moment I heard them, I knew they weren't mine. My voice, yet the force behind it was foreign, distant-something that had clawed its way from deep inside of me to the surface.
The shadow didn't move. It didn't even flinch. If anything, it seemed to grow darker, heavier, like it was feeding off my helplessness.
