8 | “ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴇᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴏs ɪɴ ʜɪs ʙʀᴀɪɴ.”
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|| ɴᴀʀʀᴀᴛᴏʀ's ᴘᴏᴠ ||

Jungkook cradled Yn in his arms with utmost care, her fragile frame feeling weightless against his strength.

His steps were deliberate and measured, each one taken with the precision of someone carrying something priceless. The faint sound of his steady breathing filled the silence as he ascended the stairs, careful not to disturb her peaceful slumber.

Upon reaching his room, he gently laid her down on the soft sheets, ensuring every movement was as fluid as a whispered lullaby, his gaze lingering momentarily on her serene expression before retreating to let her rest undisturbed.

As Jungkook turned toward the door, the cool air from outside calling him to clear his head, he felt a sudden tug at his sleeve. It wasn’t forceful, but it was enough to stop him in his tracks. His steps faltered, and before he could catch his balance, he found himself landing on the bed beside her, his knees sinking into the mattress as his body hovered dangerously close to hers.

His breath hitched, the soft murmur of her voice cutting through the silence like a spark in the dark. “Stay…” she whispered, her voice barely audible yet filled with enough vulnerability to tether him in place.

Stay? The word repeated itself in his head, over and over, like a mantra he couldn’t escape. His gaze shifted downward, and the sight of her—cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted, her hand loosely clutching his sleeve—made his pulse race. She looked so fragile, so serene, and yet so utterly captivating. He couldn’t breathe.

What is she doing to me? His thoughts were a chaotic mess, each one louder than the last. I should leave. She’s not herself right now. It’s not right to stay like this. But even as his conscience screamed at him to move, his body betrayed him, remaining frozen in place. Her touch was light, almost imperceptible, but it felt like an unbreakable chain holding him captive.

He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry, as his eyes wandered across her delicate features. She’s so beautiful, he thought before shaking his head internally. No. Don’t go there. Not now. But it was impossible to ignore the way his heart hammered in his chest, the way her presence seemed to blur the edges of reality, leaving nothing but her in focus.

Her soft whisper echoed in his ears again, making him clench his jaw. She’s drunk. She probably doesn’t even know what she’s saying. But deep down, he felt the pull of her words, the unspoken plea that mirrored something he had tried so hard to suppress.

He tried to look away, tried to shift his focus, but her hand, her touch, her very existence kept dragging him back. Even in this state… even like this… you drive me insane, Yn, he thought, his chest tightening as he fought the overwhelming urge to brush a stray strand of hair from her face, to linger just a little longer in her intoxicating presence.

“Even in this situation…” he whispered under his breath, his voice barely audible, “you make me lose my mind.” His fingers curled into fists at his sides as he wrestled with the storm of emotions swirling inside him. Torn between what he should do and what he wanted to do, Jungkook could only sit there, caught in the gravity of Yn’s quiet plea and the chaos of his own heart.

Jungkook’s gaze softened as he watched her, the vulnerability on her face making his heart ache in ways he couldn’t explain.

His hand moved before he could stop himself, gently cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin as if she were the most delicate thing in the world. She leaned into his touch, her warmth seeping into him, and he felt himself unraveling, piece by piece.

God, what are you doing to me, Yn? he thought, his mind spiraling with unspoken confessions. You have no idea how much you affect me, do you? His thumb traced slow, gentle circles on her cheek as he swallowed hard, trying to steady himself.

I’m losing my mind over you. Every look, every word, every damn thing about you makes me crazy. Even now, when you’re not even fully aware, you have me wrapped around your finger. It’s infuriating… it’s terrifying… but it’s you. His chest felt heavy, his emotions clawing at him, desperate to escape, but he couldn’t let them. Not now.

He let out a shaky breath, his eyes scanning her peaceful expression. How do you make me feel like this? How do you turn my entire world upside down just by existing? You don’t even try, and yet here I am, completely at your mercy.

“Yn…” he whispered her name softly, barely audible, as if saying it too loudly would shatter the fragile moment. His heart pounded against his ribs, each beat echoing the chaos in his mind. Even like this, you’re everything. And it’s killing me to keep it to myself.

Jungkook’s thumb continued its slow, tender movement across her cheek, his gaze locked on her serene expression. His chest tightened as his thoughts spiraled out of control, emotions he had tried to bury surfacing all at once.

Weren’t you supposed to just be my assistant? he thought, frustration laced with disbelief. That’s all you were supposed to be—someone I could rely on, someone I could trust. Not… this.

His jaw clenched as he studied her face, her soft breaths fanning against his skin. Not the person who makes my heart race with just a glance. Not the one who invades my every thought, who makes me forget everything else. How did we get here? How did I get here?

She shifted slightly, her hand still clutching his sleeve, and he froze. His heart stuttered in his chest as her warmth seeped deeper into him, pulling him further into the abyss he’d been trying so hard to avoid.

You were supposed to be someone I could protect from a distance, someone I could guide and support without getting too close. But now… now I can’t even think straight when you’re near me.

He sighed deeply, his hand lingering on her cheek as he tried to gather himself. This isn’t fair—what you’re doing to me, how you’ve turned my world upside down without even knowing it. I wasn’t prepared for this. For you.

“Yn…” he whispered her name again, his voice barely audible, tinged with a vulnerability he didn’t want to acknowledge. How am I supposed to keep my distance when everything about you pulls me closer?

Jungkook’s hand lingered on her cheek for a moment longer, the warmth of her skin burning into his palm as if begging him to stay. His gaze softened, taking in every detail of her peaceful expression, but a pang of guilt cut through the haze of his emotions. I can’t… I shouldn’t, he thought, his heart warring with his head.

With a quiet, shaky breath, he began to pull his hand away, the movement slow and hesitant, as though every inch created a physical ache within him. His fingers trembled slightly as they left her skin, the absence of her warmth almost unbearable. He clenched his fist tightly to stop himself from reaching out again.

You’re too close already, Jeon, he told himself, his jaw tightening.

This isn’t about what I want. If I let myself fall any deeper, I’ll only end up hurting her. She deserves better—someone who can give her everything without hesitation, without fear. Someone who isn’t… me.

He stood, his figure looming over her for a moment as he forced himself to take a step back. His chest felt heavy, as if he were leaving a part of himself behind. Every time I get closer, I risk dragging her into my chaos, my world. And I’d never forgive myself if I caused her pain.

Jungkook cast one last glance at her, his expression torn and conflicted. “ You don’t even know what you’re doing to me, Yn.. sleep tight.” he whispered under his breath, his voice almost breaking.

With that, he turned away, each step he took feeling heavier than the last, as if the distance he put between them only deepened the ache in his heart.

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