A World of our Own | K.TH *COMPLETED*

To Be Cared For

V's POV

Looking at the door swing shut behind her, the urge to follow her grows so powerful it almost overwhelms my senses. She'd told me not to worry, that the pharmacy was just a short walk from the apartments.

But I know that she was a magnet for trouble— and I'd known that from the start, which was why I'd ignore her if I wasn't so damn sick. I could barely breathe from the pressure on my chest, much less walk.

Go after her.

And I'd been pleased that this stupid voice had been quiet for a while. It turns out that I'd celebrated too early— and this was paying the price.

I would— but I can't. Besides,
She won't like it if I'm too—

Possessive? Protective?

Yeah. That.

Oh, since when did you care
this much to go to the point
of resisting your natural instincts?

My lips stretch taut in annoyance as I quickly draw my tongue over the soft, pink flesh. I bite down a sharp retort, knowing that it wouldn't do anything to shut him up. There's absolutely nothing I can do to get him out, and he knows it.

That's not my natural instinct.

Yes, it is. I've seen everything
that you go to the trouble of doing
when it comes to her.

For a few breaths, I remain silent. Between the blissful quiet he allows me, I think about what the voice said— I'd never thought that I stepped out of my high boundaries to help her. I'd always stayed in my comfort zone—
hadn't I?

What do you want from me?

Go after her.

I told you that I couldn't do that.

Fine. It's on you if she dies.

When the words of condemnation ring through my head, I can't help my body tensing until it might just snap. Pure hatred replaces every emotion that I had before, the fire of it running with the blood in my veins.

I hated it when he got to me like this.

Now his words brought up countless possibilities in my imagination, thoughts that couldn't be unmade. What if she got attacked by a man such as last time? Or by a man who—

I couldn't possibly continue that thought without actually going after her.

And then I heard the voice snickering in the back of my mind, and the white of the room gave into the black of my mind.

Tzuyu's POV

When I returned with a bag of medicine bottles in my hand, I realized that it was unnaturally quiet in the apartment. It was like someone had turned all the possible volume down to the point where not even sharp-eared dogs could pick out a single noise.

My back suddenly ran cold.

"V?" Hurrying with my shoes, I rush to his room to be greeted with something that I didn't know if I should be relieved about or worried about.