Pain

Your pov

"Thank you so much, dear, for being so kind," the old lady said, her eyes shining with happiness as I carefully set the breakfast tray on her lap. The delightful smell of freshly brewed tea and a perfectly cooked fried egg filled the room, making the moment feel even more special.

"It must be tiring to take care of an old lady like me," she joked, a slight blush touching her cheeks as she looked at me with a playful grin.

"No, not at all!" I replied, shaking my head and smiling. "I should actually be the grateful one. When I first saw the ad your family posted looking for help, I didn't hesitate to call. Even though I was a stranger, you and your grandson welcomed me into your home with such warmth. Your kindness has made this experience so rewarding for me. I truly enjoy spending time with you." I laughed lightly, hoping to make her feel more at ease. "It feels like I'm part of a fascinating documentary every day, full of interesting stories and life lessons."

The old lady smiled widely at my words, and I couldn't help but return her smile. She had a comforting presence, radiating warmth and kindness, and her mind was sharp as ever.

Just two weeks ago, I had come across an advertisement in the local paper looking for someone to care for an elderly woman. Without second thoughts, I reached out, eager not only for the job but also for the precious knowledge I would gain from her life experiences, which I knew would enrich my own studies.

Her grandson, a kind and gentle young man, made a real effort to help me feel comfortable in their home. He visited her twice a week, bringing with him a sense of stability during a challenging time for both of them. Since losing his parents in a tragic car accident just a year ago, every visit was a show of his love and devotion to his grandmother. It was clear how deeply he cared for her; I could see it in the way he spoke to her, always ensuring she was comfortable and happy. I could only imagine how heavy the responsibility must feel for someone so young.

"So, tell me again about that boy you adore so much," she asked, her mouth full after taking a hearty bite of her crispy fried egg. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

My smile grew wider, reflecting my fond feelings as I began to share my story. "Did I tell you about how he tried to surprise me by making breakfast two days ago? He had quite the adventure in the kitchen, trying to create something special for me. It was the sweetest gift I've ever received; it felt like he put all his love into it. Not only was it a wonderful surprise, but the breakfast turned out to be the most delicious meal I've ever had." Remembering that moment made me feel warm and happy inside, almost as if I was glowing.

***

"You didn't have to drive me home," I said, my voice steady but carrying a touch of reluctance as Jinyoung parked in front of my building. The cool evening air wrapped around us, and the streetlights softly illuminated the pavement.

"I couldn't just leave you on your own at this late hour," Jinyoung replied, giving me a troubled smile and furrowing his brow slightly. A warmth in his eyes made me feel grateful but also a little guilty.

"I appreciate everything you're doing for my grandma," he said, his voice softening. "She adores you. Every time you visit, she lights up with joy. It's so comforting to see her smile again. I know I should probably thank you more for all your hard work. Once I settle into my new job and school, I promise I'll make it up to you..."

"Can you please stop right there?" I interrupted gently, shaking my head. "This has been our agreement from the start. I wouldn't have taken this job if I didn't care about helping you. I feel fulfilled looking after your grandmother. So please, everything is just fine as it is. I can only imagine how hard it must be for you to manage school and work. Just focus on those, and let me take care of your grandma."

"Thank you," he whispered, feeling touched by my unwavering support. I noticed him biting his lip, a flicker of emotion dancing in his eyes. It was a vulnerability I rarely saw in him, tugging at my heart.

"Thank you for being so kind," I added, appreciating his kindness.

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Jungkook POV

I couldn't help but smile as I saw you getting out of a shiny car, your familiar shape stirring something warm inside me. I had been waiting for you all day, my excitement building up like a tightly wound spring, and now, at last, you were here.

Each day without you felt like a heavy weight pressing down on me. This morning was especially hard; my thoughts kept drifting to that brief but unforgettable kiss we shared on the beach. After our lips met, we held onto each other, the world around us fading away. The soft rain hit the sand, but it didn't reach us-we were wrapped up in our own little bubble, warm and quiet. That kiss sparked something deep inside me, sending waves of feeling coursing through me, awakening emotions I hadn't expected. But along with that thrill came a tough question: why did I let myself be so open with you? What was I thinking?

I found myself missing you more than I ever imagined I could. I craved the simple pleasure of holding you close, of cuddling for hours, giving in to the comfort your presence brought me. What was happening to me? It felt like I was coming apart, my feelings swirling in a confusing mix of desire and longing.

Then, just like that, my smile disappeared, replaced by a sinking feeling in my stomach when I noticed you weren't alone. You were standing next to a guy I didn't know-laughing and chatting with ease. My heart began to race as I watched him take your hand in a casual way that hit me hard.

Suddenly, panic set in. My throat felt tight, making it hard to breathe. A cold shiver ran through me, and I felt dizzy, as if I might fall. I leaned against the window for support, pressing my hand against it, hoping it would ground me. A heavy weight settled in my chest, making it difficult to catch my breath.

A fear surged within me-he was going to take you away from me.

In that moment, a harsh realization hit me: maybe you hadn't been sincere with me. Perhaps what I thought were genuine feelings were just my imagination, and I had been foolish to believe otherwise.

I clutched my head, feeling a sharp wave of pain surge through me. The familiar sensation of panic clawed at my insides, threatening to pull me under once again. It was as if a storm was brewing within me, and I could sense the dark clouds of despair converging.

Then, like a flash of lightning, anger burst forth, consuming my thoughts. I imagined him disappearing, vanishing into thin air, and the idea brought me a fleeting sense of relief. He was the source of my torment, the architect of this relentless pain that gnawed at me, leaving me hollow and desperate. My eyes were drawn to them-a scene that felt agonizingly normal, normalcy that felt so alien to me.

He was everything I wasn't-calm, composed, and utterly unbothered by the chaos that churned inside me.

I hated him.

In that moment, the fury bubbled over, and all rationality slipped from my grasp. I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a knife.

I was overwhelmed by a storm of feelings that felt too much to handle. I hated these emotions and desperately wanted to push them away, like a heavy load I couldn't bear any longer. How naive was I to think I could trust someone again after everything I had experienced? Didn't life teach me valuable lessons by now?

It was time to snap out of this fantasy. I had to stop getting lost in dreams and face the truth. My reality is filled with emptiness and darkness.

I don't need anything else. What I have is already enough. I can't deal with any more pain.

***

Your pov

I opened the door, my heart racing with excitement and nerves. I felt genuinely happy, overflowing with joy. The night before had been filled with strong emotions between us, and I couldn't wait to see him again. I had gone home with my thoughts buzzing, unable to shake off the warmth of our shared moments.

As I stepped inside, I imagined him welcoming me with his charming smile. But i had left for work early that morning, and we hadn't had the chance to talk, which only made me miss him more. I longed to jump into his arms, shower him with kisses, and hold him close, wanting to stay that way forever.

However, when I walked into the living room, my excitement faded quickly. There he was, sitting on the couch, but something felt off. His usually warm and inviting eyes looked cold and distant. I felt a wave of unease wash over me, tightening my stomach as the atmosphere turned heavy. The joy I felt moments before vanished when he rose from the sofa, moving smoothly but with an unease that showed on his face.

"So... How are you, Y/n?" Jungkook asked, his voice dripping with a hint of anger that sent shivers down my spine. As he approached, he seemed confident, but it felt forced. Alarmed, I took a step back, my instincts warning me that something was wrong. But he was faster, grabbing my shoulders and pressing me against the wall with a grip that took my breath away.

"Jungkook? Why are you acting like this? What's going on?" I asked, my voice trembling with confusion and fear, desperate to understand what had caused this sudden shift.

"What are you planning? Is this all just a game to you? Is it fun for you?" Jungkook snapped, his voice sharp and filled with emotion. His eyes searched mine, burning with intensity, and his fingers dug into my shoulders as if he were trying to hold himself together through whatever was troubling him.

"What? Jungkook, you're scaring me. Please, just calm down..." I stuttered, panic rising inside me as I tried to piece together the chaos swirling around him.

"Calm down?" he echoed, disbelief dripping from his words, anger simmering just below the surface. "After what I just saw? How could I possibly calm down? You made fun of me." His accusation hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, leaving me stunned as I tried to comprehend his words." You are a bitch and a fucking liar! "

Then he raised his hand and slapped me hard across my face.

"I will fucking kill you. And not only. I will kill your whole family as well."

His words struck me with a harshness that left me breathless; the way he glared at me, his eyes filled with cold dislike, felt like daggers stabbing at my heart. Each word he spoke was heavy with an intensity that hurt more than his slap.

I couldn't help it; tears started to flow down my cheeks, creating silent trails through the confusion and hurt swirling inside me. I struggled to understand why he was acting this way, why his feelings toward me had changed so suddenly. Was there ever a moment when I truly knew him-when his emotions weren't clouded by anger and bitterness?

A troubling thought crept in: had I made a mistake? Had I crossed a line that made him turn against me? The weight of his hostility pressed down on me, leaving me feeling suffocated and overwhelmed.

When he suddenly grabbed my head, his grip so tight it almost hurt, my legs gave way beneath me as I shook with vulnerability. I felt powerless, unable to stand straight or hold myself together without his firm hold. In that moment, his actions felt like a betrayal, filled with a harshness I couldn't understand.

As tears streamed down my face, I instinctively reached up to cover his hands, a desperate attempt to find comfort and seek understanding. "Did I do something wrong? I'm so sorry," I managed to whisper, my voice trembling with fear and despair. I felt incredibly small and weak, as if he had easily taken away all my strength. It was astonishing how someone could mean so much to me so quickly, and yet, in that same moment, feel like the cause of all my pain.

"Don't you fucking cry now. Don't you dare cry!"

***

Jungkook pulled the knife out and hit the wall with it, an inch away from your body. Then he hit the wall repeatedly until you almost passed out in fear.

After sending all his anger to the wall, jungkook stepped backward to see you collapsing on the floor.

At the sight of your weak form, your bottom lip bleeding, your tears on your cheek, the knife he was holding now slipped from his hand and clattered to the floor. His hands were trembling, realizing what he had done to you.

It didn't matter if you had done something, what he did wasn't right. He was aware of that.

As Jungkook stared down at his trembling hands, a wave of despair washed over him, and he looked up at you again, his heart racing with turmoil. He bit his lip hard enough to taste blood, the sting barely registering compared to the overwhelming sense of hopelessness that engulfed him. The world around him felt like it was crumbling into chaos, ready to swallow him whole.

He took a hesitant step back, feeling the instinct to flee bubbling up inside him.

He felt lost again, as though he were adrift in a vast ocean with no shore in sight. Tears began to spill from his eyes, one after another, and he couldn't find the strength to hold them back any longer. Each drop felt like a heaviness in his chest, an unbearable weight that seemed to be tearing him apart from the inside. He was exhausted, emotionally and mentally drained.

Thoughts swirled chaotically in his mind, and he longed for them to cease. He needed an escape, a reprieve from the clutter of his racing thoughts.

"I am sorry. I am so sorry," he whispered to himself, the words echoing with regret.

"Please, don't run away. I'm alright. I promise I'm not sad or hurt. Just stay with me," you murmured softly, your voice trembling as you watched him take another step back, distancing himself from you. Your legs felt like lead, refusing to support you as you tried to rise, your body quaking with the force of your emotions. You desperately raised your trembling hand toward him, hoping to bridge the gap that seemed to form between you.

"Please don't cry. Talk to me about what's wrong, and together we can find a way to make it better," you said, your voice warm despite the turmoil inside. Mustering a smile took all the strength you had, but you knew it was necessary.

Jungkook's expression softened as he caught sight of your sincere eyes, filled with unwavering compassion. Slowly, he knelt beside you, his movements hesitant yet drawn to you like a moth to flame. With tentative arms, he wrapped himself around you, pulling you into a comforting embrace.

"Please make it stop," he pleaded, his voice cracking under the weight of his despair. "I can't keep doing this. I need your help." His breath hitched as he clung to you, seeking solace and a sense of safety in your presence.