❝I can do whatever I want to do with you, after all, I pay you for this.❞ It was the proximity and his sudden desire to press his body in mine that caused malfunctioning in my brain.
I lifted my knee high above the floor to the place between his le...
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A month later...
Y/N'SPoV
Nothing changed except the month. The conversation we had that night seemed hallucinatory as neither did he bring it up in past days nor did he reflect on it. I did feel superior after sharing a piece of my brain with him that night but felt equally disrespected when he continued his alcohol abuse the next day and the next and the next one too.
Though, some things were exclusive content of that night only and didn't surface ever again. For example, things like: repeatedly confusing me as Minhee, showing off his vocals or talking too much. I too stopped caring too much.
I gave Jungkook no clues about that night because even after living that moment, it was hard to put it in words. How much does Jungkook know about Minhee and Taehyung's relation? What if I disclosed some information Taehyung just drunkenly let out? These questions stopped me the next day when I decided to tell Jungkook.
"Y/N, I'm asking this for the I-don't-even-remember-the-number-th time, is something bothering you?" Jungkook stopped treadmilling to ask me the same question he asked yesterday and pretty much everyday. "You look like a dead fish. You know how they have their eyes open even after death?"
I blinked to break free from my fish-like state and glared back at his curious eyes. I had the solution to my problem and I decided to tell him about that night but while being very careful with my words. "Yeah, I do have something to tell."
Taehyung's PoV
I was bored and my way of driving the boredom away certainly guaranteed to leave me broken but sometimes it's hard to fight yourself. I spin the phone between my fingers and after thinking through my plan, I ran my finger over the censor.
Recognizing the same fingerprint in a blink of eye, the device let me invade it. I surfed through the photo's library to find the most special pictures, the pictures we took a day before she died. No one could guess that she died the very next day. Casually goofing around, cheeks stained with tears but our smiles overpowered the flaw. Everything was amazing until it didn't remain amazing.
Two weeks before Minhee's death...
It had been months but still, the cause of sudden deterioration of Minhee's health was undiscovered by the doctors. Seoul's doctors had given up but I was not letting go of any hopes just yet. She was transferred to the best hospital of Korea in Busan under the supervision of Dr. Song.
"Did she show any improvement?" I longed to hear something good that could genuinely make me happy. I pulled out a chair in front Dr. Song's desk who fixed his glasses to read her reports. A sigh, which didn't help my anxiety, escaped his lips when he closed her files and looked at me.
"Mr. Kim... Do you think she's willing to survive?" He questioned back as a reply and I hoped he would be more clear with words. "You must have heard about it in fiction but it's more than just a conspiracy theory. The patient's will to continue their life plays a vital part in treating them. My team told me about this a few days ago but considering your state, I told your friend, Jungkook, about instead. She almost killed herself the other day by detaching the oxygen mask and I deny to believe it was a technical failure."
