Different {completed}

12

~Yoona's Point of View~

"Jungkook-"

The said boy stood fiercely, his eyes completely black and hair devoid of his natural brown tint, only blackness. His skin, usually slightly tanned, had paled significantly; black veins coursing along his arms.

A low growl emitted from his throat, sending a chill down my spine as I subconsciously shivered.
Suddenly Jungkook lashed out, his nails - which had sharpened to black talons - slashing through the air.
My body reacted of its own accord, jumping up with a yell when he sliced through my left arm, the tanned skin being decorated with oozing deep red blood mixed with a black substance I couldn't identify. My vision blurred slightly, as a small pounding began in the very base of my head.

"Oh f-"

Before Hoseok could curse a rope came flying out of one of the drawers, immediately wrapping itself around the youngest boy's mid riff and binding him to the chair which Taehyung had managed to quickly set upright again. It took me a few moments to realise that that was Suga's doing, with his mind. Jungkook continued to thrash and attempt to break free, however.
To be honest, shouldn't his strength have dominated the measly rope? Then again, it was quite possibly a special rope of some sort; what wasn't possible in this world?

The room started to spin as searing pain shot up my left arm, causing a yelp to escape my mouth. Vaguely, I could see the troubled and panicked faces of the members as they jumped up from their seats. The last thing I heard was Jimin's voice shout my name and his strong arms enveloping my body before I collapsed altogether and everything turned dark.

"Urgh.."
My eyes fluttered open, before I shut them again, unprepared for the harsh white light of the room. I felt a presence shift beside me as they got up to go turn the light off after realising the problem.

"Yoona?"

A soft voice muttered; a gentle hand brushing wisps of hair from my face. I smiled slightly at the gesture, opening my eyes to the now dull room, the only light from the small lamp on the bedside table, which I recognised as my own.

"Hey there, Princess," He grinned, his famous eyesmile making an appearance.

"Princess?" I questioned with a snort, causing Jimin to chuckle lightly.

"Yes, why not," He laughed, running his hand through his hair before leaning closer. "How are you feeling?"

I paused. How was I feeling? Confused. Apprehensive.

Not answering him just yet, I attempted to shift upwards into a sitting position... before immediately regretting my decision to sit up unattended.

"Why does it hurt this much..." A groan left my lips, as Jimin quickly scooped his arms around my body and carefully propped me upright, plumping up the pillows to allow me to get comfortable. In return, I shot him a grateful smile, which he reciprocated.

"Jimin, why is it throbbing..?" I mumbled, gazing down at my upper arm which I just noticed was wrapped in a bandage. A dull throb emanated from the source of the cut all the way through my whole left arm and into my shoulder.

How strange. A simple gash does not hurt this much, does it?

Although, I sort of had an idea as to the immense pain; it had to do with Jungkook's 'demon' side, no doubt. I sighed, biting my lip to prevent a cry from escaping as another bolt of pain shot through my shoulder.

Thinking of Jungkook, my gaze wondered away from Jimin - who figured out that the realisation had dawned on me already and that he did not have to explain - to the extra pair of feet by the door. The black haired boy stood, his head bowed as he stared at the carpet. He glanced up; as soon as our eyes made contact I broke it and looked towards Jimin, whose expression was crystal clear.

I can make him leave if you want.

But, out of the corner of my eye, I could see his face. Jungkook had something in his expression, a look of deep guilt and desperation that I could not refuse even if I tried. I gave Jimin a slight reassuring nod, and he got the message, standing up with a deep sigh.

"I'll be right outside, okay?" Jimin smiled softly, before pressing his lips to my forehead, causing a faint blush to taint my cheeks... the pair of us failing to notice the other boy in the room furrow his brow. He immediately straightened it out when the older leant back again and slowly walked out of the room, not even sparing the younger a glance. Once Jungkook was sure Jimin had left the room completely, he tentatively glanced at me, his eyes pleading. I gave him a slight nod, indicating he could come closer.

After all, deep down, was it really his fault?

Jungkook slowly stepped forward, coming closer until he gingerly sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes not once meeting mine as he fidgeted with his hands.

"Yoona." He whispered, still not looking at me. "I-I'm so sorry," His voice broke at the end and that was what made my head whip up.

"This is why I kept my distance from you, even though it was the last thing I wanted to do. I knew I'd end up hurting you at some point, and look! It wasn't even to do with you, yet you still got hurt," The boy's eyes were full of sorrow as he gently placed his hand on the bandage, closing his eyes with guilt. I felt myself soften at his plight.

"I don't even want to imagine what could have happened if we...if I...if I'd-" The rest of the sentence was swallowed up by his inaudible whisper, and I frowned.

"Jungkook. It's okay."

He stopped muttering and looked up finally, his eyes moist and lips frowning. I chuckled, gently placing my hand on his shoulder, his posture visibly relaxing and his lips curling up before his stiff posture and frown returned.

"This is why I kept my distance from you, even though it was the last thing I wanted to do. I knew I'd end up hurting you at some point."

Did that mean if he didn't have his condition, right now, we would be different? Would the relationship between us be different?

For some reason, that brought the tiniest little smile to my face, before it was wiped off by the words which came tumbling out of my mouth next.

"Jungkook. I need you to just tell me, okay? I want...I want to be here for you." I swallowed visibly, unable to look him in the eye. "I just want to know why, and how this happened, why you're the way you are, because Ireallycareforyouandyoudon'tseemtolikemeverymuchand-"

My sentence was interrupted in quite possibly the best and worst way possible.

He swiftly pressed his lips to mine. Jeon Jungkook was kissing me.

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