Mirae (Ex-Cherry Bullet) x G!P Reader
⚠️Slight Smut Warning⚠️ & Angst
Mirae's POV
I looked over to Y/n who was staring at me. I smiled at her earning a blush and a head nod.
"What are you waiting for?" I crawled to her on our bed. "Come touch me."
"No," she looked away.
I furrowed my eyebrows and grabbed her hands gently. My lips met her's but she pulled away instantly.
"Hey," I grabbed her cheeks. "What's wrong?"
"You love him," she mumbled.
"W-What?! Who?" I defensively asked.
"You're cheating on me," she whimpered.
I grabbed her wrist as she tried to stand up but she hissed in pain. My eyes widened so I lifted her sleeve.
"Y/n," I gasped. "Why?"
"You keep hurting me," she whispered.
"Let me make this better," I kissed the cuts.
"No," she pulled away then ran out of our room.
"Y/n! Wait! It wasn't intentional!"
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"Y/n!" I sat up with sweat running down my face.
I looked next to me seeing nothing but untouched sheets. I checked my phone and looked at the date.
Three years, four weeks, six days. I've been having that dream since you left. I haven't been able to forget you. I worry everyday.
I wiped my forehead as I laid back down. I put the hood up on the hoodie I was wearing. It was Y/n's, I was such a bad girlfriend.
I covered myself with bed sheets and sniffled as I thought of the girl. I wanted her, I needed her, I missed her.
~~TIME SKIP~~
"So Mirae," Haeyoon next to me. "How are you?"
"I'm still having that nightmare," I admitted.
"Maybe the universe is telling you something," she shrugged.
"Like?" I raised my eyebrows.
"She needs help," Haeyoon got serious.
I nodded then stood up. She watched me as I went to my car and drove off to the nearest hospital.
"How can I help you?" The receptionist smiled at me.
"Boo Y/n? Is she here?" I asked fearing that Haeyoon was right.
"She arrived in the ICU last night," the receptionist looked to me. "Tenth floor, room 1041B."
"Th-Thank you," I walked to the elevator.
My tears came streaming down my face and I pressed the buttons. Time was going slower as the elevator finally dinged.
I walked to the room and stopped in front of the door. I couldn't help but shy away as my hand reached to the door knob.
"She's pretty rough," I heard a doctor say. "It looks like she went through hell and back."
"I have to see her," I looked to him. "I need to."
"I understand," he nodded. "I just want you to be prepared."
I nodded then walked in. I closed the door before looking at the girl.
