'Even a white rose has a black Shadow'
- unknown
(Jb's point of view )
The letter, neatly place across form me, was slightly open mimicking a blooming flower. What's written in it, is far beyond the innocence of a flower. It mimics Pandora's box, the smooth envelope with the clan's symbol sealing the curses of our fate. It almost seems ageless. The council members have not settled down and don't look like they will anytime soon. Is this truly our fate? The corners of my fingertips start to tingle and like second nature, a new wave of energy courses through my veins. She's here. I stare up at the authentic door awaiting her face to appear from behind.
A loud thud hits the door. In a heart beat, I open the door to only find it empty. I leaned further out but both ends were empty. I closed the door gently, yet in the corner of my eye struck a magnificent white rose blocking the entrance of my office.
It's beauty shines brightly and with gentle hands, I wrap my fingers around its delicate stem but only to be cut by its stubborn thorn.
"Shit!" I glance at the river of blood flowing out. How can such a small thing cut me so deeply? I know I have some tissues around here. I rummage through my desk to find some way of stopping the blood. I eyed the deadly rose and picked it up by the petals, putting it in the trash. Stupid rose.
"Jb-hyung." A voice perked through the door, I glance over to see it was Bambam.
"I told you not to bother me." I scold as I scavage through the messy desk filled with papers.
"This is why people avoid you hyung." Bambam fired back, "Anyways we have a special guest but it looks you're not in the mood." Bambam had a smug look plastered on his face.
"What do you want." I exhorted as I wrap a tissue around my finger.
"Have you seen Mark?" Bambam teased, he held an taunting innocent face ignoring me altogether- this kid.
"Up your a-"
"Mark!" Bambam called out into the hallway and shortly after the said man appeared at the doorway. "That girl is here. what was her name again?" Bambam marveled with delight. Great. Another headache. I pinched my nose in annoyance, if this girl keeps interfering then the others will surely connect her with us. Bambam shift his head and his eyes glisten with mischievousness, "She's not alone."
(Y/n point of view)
Where.... am I?
After a few weak attempts, I manage to fully open my eyes to see the same white room as before, yet it feels much more emptier. Carefully, I sit up but the whole world goes spinning, too many memories and emotions start pounding against my skull.
"Ow" I wince in pain as I try to balance the weight of my head in my hands.
"Don't work yourself too much." It's that voice, the voice from my memories. "Just try to take it easy" It was the last voice I heard. It's hardly a whisper now. I slowly lift my head without him leaving my sight, his dark chocolate brown hair, chiseled face and his unmistakably soft black eyes. Its those eyes that caught mine trapping me in-surrendering myself to them.
"Y/n," Wonwoo whispered with a small smile, " I brought you some water and food." he lifted the tray of food and water higher. There's an itchy pain in my throat. He closed the door fully and stepped over the boundary that separated reality and a daydream, he's really here. I nodded. If this is reality, I want no part of it. I followed his movements, until turning back into the wall in front of me. "I didn't know what you liked so I bought you steamed rice and fruit."
I shook my head. Why does my heart hurt? I place my hand over it clutching it tightly, why?
Why?
"Why?" It struck me, periecing my heart and mind, I brought myself into a small ball. The dark abyss I dug myself in, to protect myself from the cruelty of the world- reality. "They're gone." The hoarse cry manage to escape , "they're gone." my voice trembled cracking half way due to the wails erupting from my throat. Everything was falling apart and there nothing I can do. I can't bare it, those precious smile perished forever. It hurts to think I will never see them. I miss them. I-
Arms wrapped around me, embracing me in its warmth protecting me from the chilly night. Yet the tears won't stop they fall and the river inside me flows out without an end. Why am I so useless?
"Its alright, you're not alone." He comforted, gently holding me closer to his chest. " I'm here so if You want to cry then cry. Don't hold it all in." It took those words for me to melt into his embrace, the days I've lost to emptiness were flaring up. My throat was set a blazing yet I can't stop the sobs that were muffled in his shirt. My glassy eyes glossed over the desert of my heart filling it with a river of tears. For a week I felt like nothing only helpless, pathetic, alone- guilty.
I could have saved them, I could have done something. But now I live with that regret.
"It's all my fault"
A/N: Surprise Double Update!! I have an idea of where this plot is heading but..... I'm not sure it's good. I feel like its repetitive :/ and I'm lacking a lot of emotion but I wanted to make the chapters shorter. Anyways please enjoy, the next chapters are gonna be good hopefully!!
This is the part where she's finally (fugitively) waking up.... what will you do if you came to face-to-face with all that you been avoiding?
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CROSSFIRE (got7 x Bts x monstax x svt )
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