"Why!? Why did you do it Yn!?" He asked, his voice shaking all his heart said Yn isn't that kind of a person but the truth infront of his eyes was way too clear.
"Gosh! Jungkook you are too innocent for this world. You think someone me would love y...
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"Yn? Yn?" The soft call roused me from my slumber as I felt a gentle hand on my cheek and heard her voice.
"You promised me you would make him fall in love again." Her whispered words lingered in my mind as the comforting touch disappeared, bringing tears to my eyes. I gradually opened my eyes, feeling immense pain throughout my body; I needed a painkiller.
A tear trickled down my chin as I noticed my nakedness and the dried blood that stained my chest. The injury he inflicted wasn't deep but was incredibly painful. I needed to get those painkillers, but my body felt so heavy. I tried to recall where the medical kit was.
Then I remembered the maid kept the first aid kit in the drawer of his room for easy access. However, the painkillers were also in our room. I swallowed hard as I struggled to lift myself, finally managing to sit at the dining table. It was dark, but I could see the faint light of the morning sun; it must be early morning. Standing up felt like a battle against the ground, which felt as if it was pulling me down.
I looked for my undergarments and found my bra on the table and my panty on the floor. Putting them on over my bruised skin, I slowly walked to the stairs, feeling pain in my thighs, but the throbbing from my wound was far worse.
Using the railing for support, I made my way to our room, where I saw him sleeping shirtless soundly on the king-size bed. With a sigh, I moved to the bedside drawer, retrieved the first aid kit, and sat down to tend to my wound.
After cleaning the injury and taking painkillers, I felt a bit of relief. Although stretching the wound wasn't too painful, I could still feel the needle-like sensation on my skin. I applied petroleum jelly, like Vaseline, and covered the wound with a non-stick bandage.
I couldn't help but wonder why he had the opportunity to end my life but chose not to. I turned to look at him on the opposite side of the bed and took a seat at the edge, captivated by his striking looks, unsure how I could face him after everything.
A tear rolled down my cheek as I reached out to gently stroke his face. I murmured softly, “Even the best doctors couldn’t heal the wounds I've caused you,” feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingers.
I assured your mother that I would honor her last wish. As I leaned closer, resting my forehead against his, a tear escaped and fell onto his cheek, my heart racing because I didn’t want him to wake up. I quickly pulled away and turned to leave, but a firm hand drew me back against him. My heart raced even more as I laid there, looking at his closed eyes.
When he finally opened them, his dark gaze felt like it was searching my soul. My hair brushed against his cheek, and I attempted to move, but his grip on my hand tightened. Suddenly, he shifted above me, causing me to gasp as he pinned my wrists to the bed.
My breathing quickened as he studied my intentions. His eyes wandered to his wounded chest, a sly smirk forming on his lips.
"I didn't inflict a deep wound because I don’t want you to be dead yet," he said, making me turn away to hide my hurt, a solitary tear slipping down my cheek. “So...” he started with that same smirk, “you want some morning sex? That’s why you’re here, right?” His words sent a jolt of fear through me, and I looked at him, wide-eyed, as he chuckled.
