Shadow Dancing | K.TH

Oceans of Pain

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"You have no idea how pleased I am, Tzuyu. You walked in here after I had such a hard time trying to find you! Can you believe that?"

My father takes one step towards my direction, and that step is enough to make me flinch back into Jungkook's arms in absolute terror.

The fading grows faster— more dangerous as I see an entire patrol of guards, all ready to take me with just a single snap of my father's fingers.

Jungkook grips my shoulders protectively as he pulls me back even further, his eyes dark and vicious as he looks up unafraid into the devil's eyes.

Don't do that, Jungkook. Please—

A small smile appears in the corner of my father's thin lips as he murmurs in amusement. Then my horror grows even farther when he points at both me and Jungkook, which meant to have both of us moved.

Which also meant more pain and agony for the maknae.

"Leave him be, father." I say coldly, my voice surprisingly calm and perfectly frozen with an infinity layers of deadly ice. "It's me you want."

"Oh, don't take it personally." My father says, his sick smile growing even wider. "He just intrigues me— being in a group that continued to terminate my plans over and over again. He didn't succumb, you know. Only his passing out saved him. But you know me, dear daughter."

I almost gag in disgust as he motions at the guards, his beady eyes still fixed on me in a challenging stare.

"I always like to see how far someone can go until they break."

Time Skip

"Damn you." I whisper as he brandishes a syringe that I knew with all my body and soul. The transparent drug— metroprolol— would slow down my heart rate. And that meant no more fading— no chance of escape.

Like the snake he is, my father injects the syringe while I am most distracted. The sharp pain of the needle breaking my skin is only the start— what would follow after would make it seem like heaven.

My eyes dart to the clear prison that Jungkook had been forced in, a cylinder of transparent walls that I knew could be used for electrification if necessary. The clear walls had been the main point— my father wanted him to see.

Suffer more than what physical pain would bring him.

But at least he wouldn't be harmed directly— I'd be taking most of the damage. And I was used to this, I convince myself. I just needed to think of this as just another beating, another day of torture.

"You know," My father says casually, as if he wasn't just about to maul his daughter and tear her to shreds. "All these tests aren't just a waste. I discovered a cure— a permanent one. After just a few more tests and I figure out a way to transfer your ability, I can heal you, Tzuyu. Live a normal life. But for me to do that, you have to give me your participation in the— process."

He found a cure?

A cure. I would be free of this cursed fading for the rest of my life.

But of course, I knew that the only reason he would be making me take it was because he wanted to be the sole possessor. He didn't want anyone else to share my ability— not even the person who had it in the very beginning.