Y/N

Forgive me.

God, forgive me.

But if I don't ink the blood to these truths out onto the wall, they will be buried with me. And no one will ever know what he did to them."

"Jungkook and Ian were born stitched together , fused by soul. One right arm to one left. A shared pain. A divided heart trying to beat in sync and trying to fuse their soul together. They weren't monsters. They weren't broken.

They were beautiful.

They were mine. My babies.

But not to them.

Not to the ones who made them.

His mother , that malicious and callous woman , flinched the second she saw the fused skin, like it was distasteful for the whole world. 'Unnatural and disgusting 'she spat. Like they were parasites. His father didn't even look at them. Just stood like a statue made of hatred. And played all the schemes to end my sons. "

They paid off a surgeon. No anesthesia. No thought. Just money. Just blood. I heard it , the tearing and slicing of my own fleshes and layers of skin at my womb where my boys were cocooned. The screams. Like animals being pulled apart. I tried to stop them. They told me, they wanted them in an instant . and all that pain I went through was , only for them to hate my son and look at him as a curse. It was all a scheme of the other woman.

But they didnt stop there. And they weren't done. No. They wanted silence. They tried to drown them in the bath like trapped mice. Wrapped in cloth. Cold water. Bubbles. Kicks. I woke up choking on their screams. They were hours old, and they almost drowned inside the bath. I snatched them from the monsters. I took them. I ran. But they brought me again into their basement.

I raised them in secret. I kept Ian quiet. Always quiet. Especially when his father came."

Jimin's eyes shifted to me as he read, while I stood there as my heart was ripping apart. Inch by inch. Fibre by fibre.

I had to leave the hell with my boys to this hole ,to this cabin,as they brought another little thing to replace my Jungkook.

Ian barely lived after. Jungkook's tiny hand clutched mine through the night. It was like he knew what was ripped from him wasn't just a limb. It was his twin. His peace. Ian cried all night in pain.

And ,Yes. He came.

To make sure I had done it. That I had discarded Ian like trash.

But I lied. Again and again. And Jungkook ,my sweet boy , he always hid Ian in the closet. Ian never made a sound. Not even a breath."

I collapsed to the floor as Jimin read those words.

But his father grew suspicious. Because Jungkook kept slipping out. He kept visiting his sunflower. His one and only sunflower who brought smile to his pretty little face Leaving signs. And people... people began to talk."

They couldn't risk it. They were scared that world would find about Ian and Jungkook. You see, they had the other Jungkook now , the boy they picked to replace him. Clean. Unfused. Unblemished. They told the world he was their son.

But the real Jungkook was here. With me. With Ian."

"One night... he came again. Not with threats. But with fire. But before that oh God , Ian... my brave little Ian, he pushed Jungkook into the closet.

He wore Jungkook's sweater and Said, 'I will pretend to be you. He will go away". Because all the time ,that monster came into the cabin, to find if I discarded Ian, Jungkook would lock Ian into the closet. His father used to beat Jungkook so terribly, and I would try to shield him every time. But that vile woman,his wife she always kept me under her iron grip, never letting me get close enough to stop it.

My sweet boy... Jungkook never spoke a word about Ian. Not once. Not where he was, not what he had done. He kept it all buried,every bruise, every scream,he took all that pain and carried it alone. All for Ian

But Ian, He stood in front of me, wearing Jungkook 's sweater. My baby. Shaking but trying to be brave. Trying to save his brother."

But the man knew. He tore the shirt off. He raged. He found out about my Ian and Jungkook hiding him in the closet. And then ,the smell of fuel. The sound of a match."

The flames... they came too fast. Like they wanted to swallow us up in one go.

They dangled on the floorboards, mocked us.

The smoke clawed into my throat, my lungs. It filled my eyes with ash. My skin blistered before I could even move. Even move to open the closet door where my boy, Jungkook was hiding.

Ian ,my sweet little Ian , he didn't cry. He didn't scream.

He just grabbed my hand.

So gentle. So strong, even as the fire roared behind him.

'Eomma,' he whispered, 'this way , the window.'

He was trying to save me.

Me.

But I... I couldn't.

I couldn't let him burn. I couldn't let the flames take him.

I couldn't watch the world take him like that.

So I did what I always did.

I pushed him out of the cabin. The window was already blazing, I had to push him out of the cabin.

I slammed the door shut with my own shaking hands.

Just like all those times before , when we heard footsteps, when the monster came knocking, when we had to pretend he didn't exist."

I pressed my body against the door, even as the heat blazed my back.

I whispered, "Don't move, baby. Don't breathe loud. Don't cry.' I whispered to Ian ,while he watched me through window while the flame was slowly swallowing me up. All I could see was his bun cheeks streaked with tears.

I whispered

Just one more time... stay quiet. Just one more time."

The ceiling cracked. The walls bled fire.

I could hear him sobbing behind the door.

But I didn't open it.

If I had, he would die with me. "Go, honey,run. Get out of here. Save Jungkook... he might be in the basement. Please, save him."

That's the last thing I said to Ian before the smoke swallowed me and the fire began to consume everything we were.

My Jungkook...

He was still trapped inside the closet, the one that leads to the basement. I have to believe he made it out. That Ian found him. That they ran. That they're alive.

Because I couldn't go with them.

I had saved my boys...

But I couldn't save myself.

And that's the part that hurts the most,not the flames, not the smoke, not the pain that's closing in with every breath.

It's knowing I will never live the life I wanted to live with them.

I will never hold them again. I will never see them grow into the men they were meant to be.

That...

That's what's killing me.

But even now, as everything burns...

From afar from wherever heaven will have me,I will still be watching them.

Every step they take. Every breath they fight for. I will be there. Always.

Because a mother's love doesn't die with her body. It stays. It protects. It remembers.. it lingers.

And I will never stop loving them. Not in this life. Not in whatever comes after.

-and....

Jimin paused to sniff his snots as his face was drenched in his tears, while my soul was depleting ounce by ounce by each words on the wall.

"My Kookie,..." Jimin read further. The scribbling looked like it was written in a rush, the letters were uneven, like her hand was trembling while they were jotted down. The letters scraped hard against the surface, some words nearly carved into the wall, as if she was chasing something, time? Fear? Fear of dying in the flames.

If you're reading this... it means the fire didn't take everything.

It means you're alive.

I prayed for that. I gave everything for that.

It also means I am probably gone.

And that's okay, Jungkook. That's okay.

Because if it meant you lived , if it meant Ian got out , then I would do it again a thousand times.

I remember the first time I held your hand, how it trembled. How your little fingers gripped mine even while the stitches on your skin still bled from being ripped apart from your brother.

And when the fire came,

I saw Ian tremble in the corner , his tiny hands over his ears, whispering your name like it was a prayer.

"Hyung... Jungkook-hyung, please dont get hurt ,hyung.. Jungkook hyung. "

I watched his eyes flicker to the window, to the flames, then to me .

He was so scared.

Too scared to even cry

And you...you were inside the closet and I am glad you were not with Ian, or you would throw yourself into fire for Ian.

I wanted to save both of you.

But there was no time.

So I pushed Ian, outside the cabin

I screamed at him to run.

I stayed behind to hold back the fire with me.

I don't know if Ian made it.

I pray that he did.

But if he didn't...

Know that he was brave.

Know that he called for you until the flames stole his voice.

And now, it's your turn to live with everything.

Live for both of you.

Live for me.

Live for her.

Y/N.

You once whispered her name in your sleep. I still remember. You were little, clutching Ian's shirt, your cheeks damp, and you murmured her name like it was a heaven.

Don't push her away.

Don't hide your pain from her.

Marry her.

Not to cover your scars ,but to celebrate how far you have come.

Hold her with the arms that once held Ian.

And when the day comes...

Slip this ring onto her finger.

Yes ,my ring.

The one I wore when I first held you as a baby, covered in your brother's blood, still clinging to life.

Let it be your vow.

Your promise.

That you are not cursed , you are chosen.

Chosen to survive.

Chosen to love.

You are not the product of cruelty.

You are the result of rebellion.

Of mercy.

Of a mother who would burn for you.

So live, Jungkook.

Love.

Let Y/N carry your name, your children, your dreams.

Let the story begin again ,not in pain, but in peace.

And if you ever wonder where I went...

Look at her hands.

Look at the ring.

Look at your children.

I am there.

In every heartbeat of yours.

Forever your Eomma .." A streak of blood dawdled at the last word of the scribbles, like it was her signature. Jimin let out gentle sobs as he finished reading the last lines of the woman. Or should I say my Jungkook's mother? Mother who loved him and Ian with all her heart.

" Everything was written right in front of my eyes, and I couldn't....." I choked on my sobs. Jimin stayed immovable at the spot . He didn't shift to reach his fingers over my shoulders to console me. He stood there frozen, crying. " He always cried every night at the prison when he was with me." His soft voice trembled. " He always called out your name in sleep and cried out for his mom. Now I get it why... " He resumed his sobs.

" He had nothing, fucking nothing in his life but me. And that stubborn asshole... he could have just told me. Just opened up. But no. Instead, he carried every fucking burden alone, buried it deep inside. And all the while, he cried in the dark. He could have just... he should have let me in. I would have carried it with him. I would have burned with him if I had to." I shuddered by each word slipped out of my heart.

" No , Y/N. He knew this would happen...." Jimin interrupted.

" What?" I looked at him. Jimin's hand trembled slightly as he lifted his index finger and pointed it toward the wall. Right there, carved beside the heart wrenching scribbles left by his mother was another message. The air screamed a painful tranquility around us. It was heavy with dread and curiosity. My breath mounted in my throat as my eyes followed his gaze, afraid of what truths those trembling letters might hold. Again.

" What is it? What is written?" I gulped down. " Jimin.... What is written? .."

" Its him." He whispered. His mouth wobbled.

" What do you mean, him?" I slowly stood up from the floor.

" He wrote something for you..." He took a step back.

" Who?..and what the fuck is written Jimin?" I clutched his shoulder to turn him around to me.

"Y/N.. we should go.. you can stay with Freya...ok. I will get Ian. And everything will be alright." He sniffled and mopped off his tears rolling down through his cheeks.

" What! No! No! Tell me what is written there! And who!" I yelled. My jaw tightened.

" We should go. Come on.." He clutched my wrist gently.

" No! I am not fucking moving from here , I want to know what the fuck is written over there!"

" Y/N . Please. Please lets leave. Stay with Freya. I promise I will..."

" I said fucking No! Tell me what the fuck is written!' my patience swung in a thin string. I smacked away his hand from mine.

" Y/N. God please...."

I clasped his shirt collar and shook him. " No! NO! Tell me what the fuck...."

" Its Jungkook! Y/N. Its him. He has written it to you!" He bellowed.

My fingers around his collars slackened. " Jungkook..." A tear slipped down from my eye. I took a step back and let out a shuddering gasp. " What did he ..."

" He knew this would happen.. everything..thiss...." Jimin panted as he spat the words with pace.

" What did he write to me..." I took another step back. The weight of the moment hurled me into pain and hurt trench.

"we should go, Y/N. Please.." Jimin beseeched." You wont be able to take it!'

"I am not fucking moving from here until you read it to me." I snapped." I want to know what my husband wrote for me, his wife, me !"

He stayed in tranquility for few seconds.

Jimin sniffled and cleared his throat to read. . " Jimin... if you are reading this to her, I hope your throat burns with every word.

You bastard. You brought her here.

You brought her into this graveyard of everything I buried.

And you are probably translating this now in that annoyingly soft voice like you are protecting her from me

When I never once stopped protecting her.

But if she is here...

If you are here , baby ..

Then I guess you have already seen too much.

Sunflower...

If you are reading this, it means I couldn't stop you.

It means you kept pulling at the threads.

And now the truth is unraveling all around you.

I am not there beside you now.

Not holding your hand.

Not brushing my thumb over your pretty cheeks like I always did when you were about to cry.

I am not there.

Because maybe by now, you have left me.

Maybe the truth was too dark.

Maybe I was too dark.

But God, I never wanted this to be how you knew me.

Not from a scribbles in a burned,out place.

Not from stories murmured in rooms that still smell like smoke and sorrow.

I love you, Y/N. I love you, baby."

My heart shattered into million shreds as Jimin read out. My back plastered to the wall behind me. Tears didnt stop to stream down my cheeks.

"More than I thought a person like me was capable of.

I still remember the first time you bled.

I sat behind you. Quietly. Just slid my jacket over your shoulders and a hot water bag near your thighs like it was nothing.

You never looked back , but I saw the way your breathing softened. It was paradise to me baby.

I knelt beside you, and said nothing. Just stayed.

Because you needed warmth. Not explanations.

And that night? You curled in bed, pressing your fists to your stomach, whimpering like something was ripping you apart inside. The cramps.

So I snuck into your room. Hot pack in my hand. Quiet as a Phantom. Your phantom.

Held it to your skin. Held you when you cried into my chest.

You were shaking. But you trusted me. You let me stay.

But even then...

You were scared to fall for me.

Because the other Jungkook , the smiling, gentle, innocent one , he was safer, wasn't he?

you thought he was the real one .

That may be I was the imposter.

That may be your heart could settle better with someone who didnt bleed rage or shadow your dreams.

He gave you promises with clean hands.

He looked at you like you were his first sunrise.

But baby, I was the one who stood in the dark with you.

I was the one who fought the monsters.

I was the one who stayed awake at night, watching your window flicker with lights ,until I could leave strawberries on your sill.

I was the one who never stopped choosing you , even when you were too afraid to choose me.

I was the one you watched you grow

I was the one who picked strawberries at night and left them on your sill because you once said it tasted like it was your safe place.

And now...

I don't get to hold you.

I don't get to whisper that you are safe.

I don't get to watch you when your hair gets caught in your hoodie. No. My hoodie.

I don't get to give you the future I always whispered about...

Sunflower...

Why did you leave me, baby?

We were supposed to have a family.

I wanted little feet running down the hall. At our home.

I wanted to build a garden with you, with strawberries and sunflowers and a little swing set.

I wanted to hear you call from the kitchen, laugh with our children in your arms, wear that ring on your finger forever.

I dreamed about our daughter looking like you.

I dreamed about our son hugging your waist while you made pancakes for him with strawberries jam.

And our pets roaring around at our backyard.

I wanted a life with you, sunflower.

A loud, messy, beautiful life.

Please... Why did you leave me? I wanted to be with you, sunflower. I want you. I need you.

And now?

Now I am just a villain in your story?

Maybe you hate me.

Maybe you pity me.

Maybe you are trying not to scream because Jimin's reading this and you don't want to look weak.

But you are not weak.

You are the strongest person I have ever known.

That's why I am begging you , baby, with everything I have left:

Don't go further.

Please.

And now that you know some of it...

Now that the pieces are falling into place...

I'm begging you, baby:

Please stop looking.

Don't dig further.

Don't chase the buried truth.

The truth is not a gift.

It's a scar. It could kill you ,baby.

And if you keep going, you will only find more pain, more cruelty, more of the parts of me I tried to bury before they could bury you.

I know you think you are strong enough.

And maybe you are.

But I am not strong enough to watch your eyes go cold and numb ,baby.

To watch you look at me and see them ,the monsters who hurt Ian, the fire, the basement, the men who hurt you, the traumas haunted you.

Don't let the past become your prison.

Please.

Just turn back. Go away, baby.

I have..

I even kept the ring.

The one you wore when we were married ,the one you left behind.

I held onto it like it was my last breath.

Every damn day, I swore I would give it back to you.

Properly. Not in secret.

On my knees.

With tears and laughter.

With our future enclosed in it.

But I failed.

I couldn't give it back the way you deserved.

If our love survives all this , if it is strong enough to bring us back together...

I will put that ring back on your finger myself.

I will say your name like a vow.

I will marry you all over again,

But if not...

Please. Stay with Eleanor.

She will love you like her own daughter.

Let Freya braid your hair and draw stars on your arms when you feel like falling apart.

Let Jimin tease you and tell you stories I never could.

And Jimin...

Take care of her.

Take care of my sunflower.

She was mine before the world turned cruel , before we burned.

So protect her now that I can't.

If our love is real...

If it was ever real...

Then maybe the star and the universe will bring us back.

Maybe in the next life, I will walk through a sunflower field and find you waiting at the other end. Like I found when you were lost in that field when you were a little flower.

Until then...

I will stay in the petals.Petals of the sunflower you gave me for the first time when we met. Oh and its in the jar at the basement.

I sill stay in every strawberry you taste. And if you ever feel lost , baby I have left you some strawberry here.

I love you, Sunflower.

Your husband,

Jeon Jungkook "

I slid down to the floor. My heart weighed down by his words. My eyes glued to his words scribbled on the wall. Every line was like a knife pierced through me . I love you sunflower. I let out a broken laughter with tears streaming down. I wanted a life with you sunflower. I curled myself and let loud sobs. I brought my hands to my chest trying to flicker something called hope . A hope to see him again , so that I could just fall on his feet and beg him. " Jungkook..." I whispered his name coupled with my each hiccups and sobs.

" He knew..." . I whispered.

"He fucking knew what was coming!" I screeched.

"He didn't just hope I would find this, he knew I would. He knew, Jimin." I set the back of my head to the wall with a thud. And stared at the ceiling crying loud.

My eyes turned crimson with heartbreak " He knew what was going to happen to him, and he still... he still made this about me. About keeping me safe. Protecting me."

I thrashed my fist weakly into my chest." And I was there. I didn't stop it. I just..."My voice broke again. " I just let the flames eat him up. I didn't even try to save him like his mother did. "

" He was in pain, and I was out there... shouting, screaming at him ,thinking he was someone else." I gasped in between my sobs ." Called him Ian, more than once, and it did cut him deep but he didn't showed me the pain. How much it must have hurt him each time I called him Ian...He swallowed it every time I called him .."

" He knew you would do this, Y/N . " Jimin walked to me. He let out a sharp sigh." May be we should stop digging these. I will.... " He swallowed and spoke again " I will just get the CD's , cassettes, and those. ..." His words fragmented. A beat of silence passed." You should leave, Y/N. I will call my team to take you from here. You can stay with me and Freya for few days. And then , you can go with...with .." He tutted. " With Eleanor."

I didn't reply him. I just sat there as my mind was replaying the unthinkable things I did to my Jungkook.

" Stay here. I will be back " Jimin left me all alone and scrambled down the stairs of the basement. His footsteps faded away.

Jimin's words were like far away resonation to my ears. I lingered there like a dead meat , slipping out tears. His eyes was all that loitered to my head. If our love was real, may be the stars and the universe will bring us back.

My chest tightened as his words kept whirling inside my head. Why did you leave me sunflower?

Baby please please don't leave me.

" Jungkook. ..baby ..." I whimpered. I close shut my eyelid letting tears to slid down my eyes. " I..m...."

No no no... please

A faint and familiar voice called me out from the basement.

No please. Mom..please dont do this.

Shut up and stay still.

Another fainted female voice came out from the basement. My feet planted on the floor in a split second. I slowly stood up with my teetering legs.

Mom please don't do this to me.

Stop fucking crying you are ruining the make up.

I set forth my feet to walk further. I descended down the stairs and reached the basement. I walked through the room where my mom's head was preserved in a jar.

A sudden thud sound of splintering woods uproared from the underground cave.

I flinched. I slowly walked further into the room.

As I stepped in my eyes fell on Jimin, who was panting abnormally while his knuckles were bleeding, stood turned away from the screen. The blood dripped down to the floor from his wrists. And my eyes switched to the table where he might have cracked the wood into splinters with his knuckles.

But.

Something horrifying captured to my eyes .In the screen.

Mom, please tell dad, not to do this to me. Please mom

Stop crying you piece of shit, you are ruining the make up.

Alright, Y/N stop covering yourself like that. Take your hands off your chest.

Dont you hear him. Hands off your breasts now.

" Oh my..." I shuddered, my body latched in place as my eyes took in the horror. There I was, half-naked on the footage, with my own mom and dad in the frame, while he stood there, calmly shuttering the camera, clicking away like it was nothing. Like I was some stripper.

" Y/N!" Jimin spun toward me and enclosed me in his arms. He pulled me close abruptly that my face slammed against his chest.

" I told you, fucking told you to stay upstairs!" he barked. He tried to drag me from the place.

"What is it, Jimin? What is it?" I stammered. My body went paralyzed. My eyes were locked on what lay ahead on the screen" That's me... right?"

"Y/N. No. That's nothing. Please.." he cut in, and pressed my face harder into his chest while his arms wrapped around me like a shield.

"Don't. Don't look at that. Don't fucking look at that."He Whimpered

I tried to set free myself but he didn't let go. His blood soaked knuckles smeared across my cheek as he held me tighter, and whispered under his breath," Please don't see it... don't see what they did..."

"Let me go!" I screamed, and thrashed him aside.

And when I finally shoved him away, I stumbled backward. My hands brushed away with slick from his blood.

And then.

I fell. I fell to the floor. I crash landed. I gazed at my hands.

Blood. Blood. Blood. It soaked my hands.

I gasped and yearned for air. Clean it you piece of shit. A female voice roared at me. I uplifted my eyes to the voice that sliced in. Jimin's figure commenced to disintegrate and flicker away. His figure was fragmented into a smoke ,replacing with my mom's face.

" Mom.." I whispered.

" I said fucking clean it you piece of shit. Its fucking disgusting. " Mom barked at me while my dad stood behind her looking at me with distasteful stare. My eyes wandered around. My eyes went round and wide as I could only see the walls of my house. The house in the footage.

ELEVEN Years ago

"One fucking thing is all I told you to do. And you cant fucking do it. "My father, Paxton Parker barked at me gazing at the noodles I spread across his thighs accidentally. And at one stroke, His hand found my hair and shoved me away. He just pushed me down to the floor.

I plummeted down. A sharp piercing pain passed through my lower abdomen. I clutched my hands at my abdomen and screeched. I curled up myself. And let out a painful cry.

A sudden gush of blood rushed from my thighs. My floral white dress tainted with blood and travelled down to the floor. I cried out in pain.

" What now?" My mom shoved in. " Nothing she got her first period, I presume. Good. Now she can seduce men at the club very well." My dad chortled as he swiped off the noodles stuck to his pants.

"Oh fuck. You are ruining my floor. Clean it your piece of shit. Its disgusting. " She bellowed.

"Mom , please." I yelped in pain. "Please it hurts. " I trembled.

" Mom, it hurts. Please help. I don't know why I am bleeding. Please help. " I let out painful sobs. I couldn't understand what was happening to me. But it was painful and confusing.

She inclined down to my face. " Clean it or I will plunge your face to your blood " she gritted her teeth. I nodded petrified.

" I said clean it." She flung her leg to my abdomen. I yelped in pain and more blood gushed down from my thighs. And I couldn't perceive from where the blood came gushing down.

Clutching to my abdomen with my one hand, I stood up . I set my feet to walk to the kitchen to grab something to mop off the blood stained the floor. " Take off your clothes and clean it with it " She roared again.

I quaked. " If you walk further you will fucking stain all over my floor with filthy blood of yours. So come on. " She snapped her fingers. " Take them off and clean it with it."

I glanced at my dad. " Oh its ok Y/N. No need to be shy to strip in front of daddy." He winked at me.

" Don't call her Y/N . In front of me. " Mom glared at him." Go ahead. "

With trembling hands, I slowly slid off the dress from my body. My fingers shook so terrible I could barely grip the fabric. Shame blazed through me, and crawled to my every nerves. I wanted to disappear. I wanted the earth to split open and swallow me whole. Right here. Right now. Or may be I just wanted to die.

Humiliation enclosed alike a sheath itself around me, layer by layer. My heart hammered to my chest. It ached.

I stood there, barely clothed, just in my bra and panties. I felt exposed and worthless . The air across the room felt appalling on my skin. I let the dress fall from my hands. It hit the floor and glued to the blood.

The blood had soaked through it completely. The pale fabric shifted into crimson, like the shame crawled and stained it.

Through the corner of my eyes I glanced at dad. He shoved his phone to his ear and stormed off without a word, no glance, no concern. Just gone. Someone had called him, and thank God they did. Because I couldn't have handled his stare one second longer.

" Clean and lock yourself in your room , don't come out until four days. I don't want you staining my floor with your filthy blood. " She snapped at me and abandoned me at the spot.

Crying and sobbing I mopped off the blood from the floor. The sharp piercing pain shifted to my backbone. I couldn't sort out what was happening to my fragile body. The entire moment I mopped off the blood , the pain was intensifying.

After cleaning the floor I slowly mounted through the stairs with my wobbling legs, by clutching my thighs together not to spill off the blood to the floor. I whimpered each time my feet set on the each step. Weakly dragging my self for several minutes, I reached my room. I slowly close shut the door softly without emitting out any sound. I drew myself across the room and latched my back to the wall beside my bed. I gradually sat down on the floor. My thighs were teetering. Blood never stopped to gush down through my thighs to my feet.

I slowly, looped my thumb to the waistband of my panties and rolled it down to my ankles only to be petrified witnessing the blood soaked the cloth. " What is happening to me? Why am I bleeding?" I brushed my fingers through my thighs and slowly dragged my finger tip upwards. My fingers smeared with more Blood. I sobbed with intermittent hiccups. More blood was gushing down.

Out of nowhere, the window creaked open with a sharp groan that shattered my sobs waving across the room. I stayed immovable . My fingers gripped the edge of the bed. My knuckles turned unpigmented .My heart hammered against my chest like a thunderstorm trapped in.

And then I saw him. My eyes held him .

A figure crawled through the window, gradually with cautious, like a phantom emerging from darkness. The moonlight sliced across his body, and emitted out shadows across the walls. Panic crawled over my spine. I clutched my inner thighs tightly together to stop the blood from spilling onto the floor, and yanked the bedsheet over me, to conceal myself from his sight.

" Please..Please..."My voice quivered. "Don't come near me. I am...I am..bleeding. Please..."

My heart slammed against my ribs as he stepped into the room. His breaths waved softly in the cold air, and for a moment, he just stood there...gazing at me with a disturbed look .

His name echoed in my head before I could even say it. His eyes glistened, without any judgement or any confusion, but with something else.

Pain.

Tears that didn't slip down yet trembled in his lashes. His chest rose and fell like it was an agony for him to to breathe. But even then, he stepped toward me with care. Like one wrong move would shatter me into shreds and pieces, which he would gather.

"It's okay, sunflower... it's okay." He whispered knelt down slowly in front of me, his hands raised, making sure they didn't lead me to flinch. His tattooed fingers trembled as they gently tried to stroke the sheets concealed over me.

" Did they hurt you? "he asked. His voice was enclosed in wrath and heartbreak. He slid off his jacket and wrapped it around me.

I shook my head as the sobs spilled out of me. "No..."

"Shhh... shhh..." he breathed. "It's alright. I have got you."

" I don't know whats happening to me... There is blood everywhere. The blood wont stop coming from my thighs. " I shuddered.

He exhaled slowly. "It's not from your thighs, "his voice become more gentle. "It's... it's something all girls go through. It's your first period. It might hurt, but it's normal."

His hand that was inked with tattoos concaved my face like I was something fragile and I might shatter by any second. "You don't have to be embarrassed. It's not dirty. It's not wrong. It's natural. You are becoming a woman now... and I am here. I will always be here."

"I don't want you to see me like this," I wept, and concealed my face into the sheets. "Please...its gros..."

"I am not seeing the blood," he said softly. "I am seeing you. My sunflower. Hurt. Alone. Terrified. And I am not going anywhere and nothing about you disgusts me baby."

I choked a sob. "I don't know what to do... I can't stop it... It just keeps coming..."

"It feels scary right now, but you are not broken. You are not wrong. It's what every girl goes through. I swear to you, baby." He gently took off his tank top revealing the whole tattoo curled around his entire arm. "there is nothing about this that makes you less beautiful." He tore them into thin sheets and crushed them in his large palm. He set forth to blot out the blood from my thighs to my ankles. His fingers soaked in my blood. Yet he didn't stop mopping off the blood from my thighs.

I broke.

The sobs came in choked gasps, and I crumbled forward. Jungkook caught me. My face grooved to his bare chest that smell like safety and strawberries. He pressed his lips to my forehead, his lip piercing gently bristled my skin.

"Mom..."I gasped through sobs, my trembling breath stroke his chest. . "Mom... she..."

"I know," he whispered. "I know what she did. But she is not here now. I am. Its just you and me. You are not disgusting. Don't ever think that again."

"Really? "I whimpered and snuggled to his chest.

"Really, sunflower." he set his chin at the crown of my head.. "I would carry every drop of your pain if it meant you'd never cry alone again."

I looked up at him and trembled. "Why are you here?"

He gave me a sad smile. "Because I heard your tears. And because someone should have held you when you cried. Someone should have told you you weren't alone. And if no one else will, then I will. I am. I am your someone."

My fingers fisted the fabric of his jacket as I buried my face in his chest, crying harder. "just hold me, it hurts."

"yes "he whispered, and stroke my hair. "I am here for you" A single tear traced down his cheeks.

I pushed my face further to his chest. "Jungkook.." I whispered, my lips shuddered. I called him out for assurance of his words.

"Yes, sunflower. "he said again, like a promise.

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