Unhinged; Han Jisung.

thirty two.

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You got out of the very much needed shower you took. You dried off and put on your undergarments, along with some joggers, but you couldn't put your shirt on. You couldn't stop staring at the scar, and even though it didn't look as bad as it did, it still wasn't pretty.

Jisung heard that the water was off and walked into your bedroom, then into the bathroom. You didn't even look at him, just kept looking at the scar. He walked up behind you and kissed your cheek, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Holding up okay?" He asked.

"I'm trying, but-" you cut yourself off. "Every time I see this scar, it reminds me of who I am and what I've done."

"The extraordinary person you are and the incredible things you've done?"

"No. The horrible things. I don't know how someone can have such hatred in their body. I wouldn't even touch my father with white phosphorus, let alone burn it on his skin. I don't even know how I made it so far."

He grabbed your hand and led you out of the bathroom, sitting you down on your bed. He grabbed the shirt from your hand and slipped it over your head for you.

"Baby, please tell me everything." He said. "Start from the beginning, in the hospital when they told you I was dead."

You grabbed his hand and looked at him. "I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life, so angry, so bitter, in so much pain. I thought I lost the most important person to me, and I didn't know how to handle that. So, I'm going to walk you through everything that happened, okay?"

"Okay," he nodded. "I'm ready."

After you told Jisung everything, he was holding you to his chest, sobbing. You could feel his body shaking against yours, and all you could do was rub his back.

"I should've been there for you, Y/N." He whispered. "But I wasn't."

"There was no way you could've known I was in Paris. Nobody told you."

He kissed your forehead and grabbed your face. "It doesn't matter. I should've pressed harder to make sure you were okay. If I had known you were struggling, I would've come back and we could've dealt with the threats as a team."

You shook your head and wiped his cheeks. "I saw what those threats said, Jisung. You had every reason to go there. I would've done the same if you were getting threats like that."

He looked away from you as his eyes glossed over all over again. "Y/N, you were scared and you had nobody to walk you through the darkness. You were alone and I was unaware of it."

"I'll be honest, Jisung. I was terrified. The feeling of becoming unhinged, the episodes, the dreams- I had a dream that everything was different." You told him.

He looked at you again. "What was it about?"

"My mom was there. I was telling her that if I wasn't who I was, everything that was happening wouldn't have ever been thought of in the first place. She told me that I needed to embrace who I was and never let that confidence falter." You bit your lip anxiously. "She took me to this place, where Ki-Bum and I switched professions, Taejun was my husband, my dad wasn't in prison and it was like you didn't even exist. Then I woke up and realized that I needed to get it together and find you."

He took a deep breath and leaned in, but he stopped before his lips touched yours. "You are the most powerful woman I know. No one can ever make me think differently."

He closed the gap, the kiss dissipating all of your worries and fears, like he always managed to do. When he pulled away, he rested his head on your shoulder.

"I know I've been a bad boyfriend lately-"

"No, you haven't." You cut him off. "Don't say that. You've been the best boyfriend."

He scoffed and looked at you. "How can you even say that after everything that's happened to you? Things I couldn't help you with?"

Your eyes started watering and you looked up. "Because you're the only person who could love me after everything I've seen, everything I've experienced. The only person that could love this scar. I mean- what if I'm messed up for the rest of my life?"

"I'll be there for you this time. That's a promise. I'll be with you every step of the way, Y/N." He said. "Because I love you."

You smiled. "I love you, too."

"Now," he got up and pointed at your bedroom door. "Why don't we have a late night run to get some food? We could both use some fresh air."

You nodded and grabbed your phone. "I think that sounds like a great idea."

"You failed your job, Taejun. She lived and you had only one job. How hard could that have been? You weren't even calling the shots. I was."

"I know, sir." Taejun replied. "How are you even calling me? I'm at Gitmo."

"Don't you dare forget who I am. I have so much superiority, I could kill you from inside of that prison. So, you have two options: keep your mouth shut about what you've done and who's in charge of you, or die in an 'accidental' prison break gone wrong. Understood?"

"Understood, sir."

Taejun's boss sighed and hung up. "I guess they say "you should do things yourself if you want them done right", for a reason, hm?"

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