【𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝐿𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝐵𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹】

~6~

"Let her go. What do you want?" Taehyung speaks up looking towards the male with his beaten up, yet still handsome, face.
"Hmm, she must mean a lot to you, huh? Makes me want to play with her even more~" He says, dipping his finger on the blood and sucking it. Taehyungs fists bawled as he intensly watched.

Taehyung stood firm in his spot, shaking from fury and pain as the male snickered against my ear. He didn't dare move and I wept, feeling the heinous touch of his fingertips tracing my skin. 
"Stop. She's got nothing to do with this." Taehyung says, eyes fixed directly on the man.
"Oh doesn't she? You know her don't you?" He asked, the knife going back up and catching the blood.
"No." Taehyung replies, face straight, eyes dull as he tried to hide the worriedness that was seeping out through those beautifully dangerous pupils.
"Oh really? Well then I guess you wouldn't mind if we-" He pressed the knife sharply, causing a scream to fall out of my mouth as my eyes shut tight in utter pain. Suddenly the sound of a siren was heard as car tires screeched to a stop. The man pulled the blade away from me and looked down at me; eyes open in shock and vexation.
He didn't say anything as he quickly let go of me and shoved me harshly into the concrete wall. My head smashed against the wall with the brutal force and I fell to the ground. I could feel blood trickling down my head. The pain was slowly washing away as I watched the man get arrested by the many police officers. My vision began getting blurry and my hearing gave up as I blink several times, capturing the scene in my memory. A blurry figure lunged towards me and engulfed me in their arms, their hands were shaky and their voice was quivering. As my hearing faded out; the last thing I heard was: "SOHYE!" 

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A groan left my lips as I slowly began to gain consciousness again. I blink several times trying to adjust to the dark room. It smelt awfully familiar, as I felt myself want to gag at the room. The pale bedsheets and chairs, matched with the many wires, cables and tubes that stuck to me. I felt like a 90 year old as the machine beeped constantly. I sigh, looking at the ceiling and then towards the window. The blinds had been pulled down; shutting away the light shining from the city. I tried to stretch out my limbs and let loose but immediately froze as I realised a large weight on my arm. My eyes widened as I looked down at the force resting on me. I gasp quietly staring at the young male. Kim Taehyung held my hands in his, softly intertwining his fingers with mine. His soft head lay gently on top of his hands and my arm. Soft snores slipped pass his delicately appealing lips. I breathed out shakily, feeling my heart pounding against my ribcage. What's happening to me? No, I can't. No. Why's he here?  I thought as my eyebrows draw together and my free hand reached up to clutch at my aching heart smashing in my chest. Unknowingly my hand slipped down and reached forward towards the stunning male. My fingertips hesitantly brushed his coco bean hair as soft as possibly. I lightly brushed away the bangs shadowing his engaging visuals as I lean forward to get a better look. It was like the word perfect was written on him; he was perfect. At least on the outside. I sigh remembering his real self and turned away, removing my hand completely from him. I look out towards the window, scared of moving in case I wake him up accidentally; it would be too much of a risk. My thoughts wondered off as the night proceeded. All of a sudden I released an overly loud sigh. My hand reacted fast; moving straight to cover my mouth. I felt him move and stir beside me. His head nuzzled in deeper into my arm as he groaned. The weight got lifted and my arm immediately felt lighter. I bit my lip afraid of turning around and facing that awfully handsome face. I could sense him adjusting to the new dimly lit room as he groaned. His hands left mine as he stretched and took in his surroundings reminding himself of what had happened. I shut my eyes tight, anxious, as I heard a gasp escape his lips. I could see him, even without looking, staring at me with those large doll eyes. I felt long fingers grasp gently at my arm and shoulders turning me around to face him. My face was scrunched up in fear, my eyes closed afraid to look at him. Taehyung huffed out a relieving chuckle. His next action startled me as my eyes shoot open by the forced contact. Taehyung swiftly wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into him, my head hitting his chest softly. I listened to his beating heart as he nuzzled into the crook of my neck.
"Thank god you're ok." He whispered against my ear. I was in a complete daze as my heart beat at an inhumane pace. My cheeks heated up and I looked down embarrassed. He stayed there hugging me tightly as if I was going to vanish into thin air if he let me go. Ultimately once breaking out of my shocking trance, I mustered up some courage and gently tried pushing him away.
"Don't," He spoke, feeling my resistance.
"Just stay like this. Just a bit longer." He whispered. His voice was raspy and tickled my neck, causing the hairs to stand up on end. I felt the need to listen as I dropped my hands down.

After another five or so minutes he finally let go of me. I shudder, feeling cold as his warm body got detached from mine. He saw and immediately pulled the blanket up for me, tucking me in under the sheets. I kind of felt uncomfortable with what he was doing. I was always used to the cold Taehyung. The one who tortured me on end and didn't give a damn for anyone in the world. The cold and arrogant punk who never had time to care. My hell, worst enemy, nightmare, is now sitting beside me and is coated by this new clean aura, that shone with the words pristine. He now acted like my heaven, best friend and a lucid dream.
So so so incredibly dangerous. I thought as I watched him pour me a glass of water. The tinted yellow lamp, that I had turned on before, was the only source of light in the white room. He gently passed me the glass of water motioning me to drink. I held the glass tightly in my trembly hands as I bring it up to my lips, taking sips. The water traveled down my warm throat, giving a refining sensation as I felt more awake by the refreshment. As I stopped drinking Taehyung quickly extended out his hand and volunteered to put the glass back. I hesitantly pass him the half empty glass and he slightly smiles putting it down on the side table. 

I lick my lips as they began to get dry and fiddled with my fingers in the awkward silence of the room. 
"You saw?" He says finally speaking up. I look towards him questioningly.
"The thugs beating me up." He says. I take a huge breath in realising what he was meaning. I stare towards him carefully inspecting his face to find any wounds. I frowned as I carefully looked at him. His face was flawless, as if he hadn't just gotten squashed like a piece of shit. 
"I'm fine. Fully healed." He says chuckling. I nod looking down towards my fingers.
"Are you on mute or something? Should I call in the doctors to see if theirs something wrong with your voice?" He mocks smirking and leaning forward. I shake my head, signaling him not to. My eyes saying more than words. He scoffed sitting back relaxingly in his chair.
"I was kidding." He says staring at me, eyes hooded by his bangs.
"H-how long have you been here?" I finally speak up. My voice was barely above a whisper. It sounded hoarse and dry, even I was surprised by how different it would usually sound. 
"Ever since you got admitted. So probably 2 days? This is the third night I'm pretty sure." He replies scratching his nape. My eyes widened as I turned towards him. He shrugged pouting at me.
"I've been here for that long?" I ask. He nods leaning in closer causing me to shift backwards slightly.
"You shouldn't have been here for that long. I should've been here longer than you. But your health rate is unexpectedly low. Lower than before. You haven't been eating properly. You're stressed and worn out. You should've been here long ago." He stated. I stayed silent looking down.
"Why don't you eat?" He asks. I stay silent turning my head towards the window.
Why'd he have to know? This isn't his business. He should just leave. I thought as I try avoiding his questions with silence. Surprisingly he respected my privacy and my unwillingness to talk. Sighing, he leaned back into the chair. I turn back around, expecting him to have his eyes closed, instead I got caught by those seductive eyes. Captured in a moment of beauty I couldn't pull away. He leaned in from his chair getting closer to me all the while keeping eye contact. I felt a burning sensation in the pit of my stomach under his burning gaze. With those dark orbs I felt like an ant on a massive stage. He leaned in closer and my breath hitched as he was only millimeters away from my face. His breath tickled my cheeks and my breathing hitched. His gaze slowly shifted down. His eyes landed on my neck and his hands went up grabbing my neck with one hand whilst the other traced around the wounds on my neck. His warm breath brushed along my neck as he spoke.
"Beautiful, your scars. If only they were made by me."