𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊 ✔️

Chapter 36-Be My Eyes

I felt my heart beat.

I gasped, inhaling a large amount of air, filling my lung bags with pure oxygen. I rhythmically breathed in and out. I felt the cold yet clean air entering my alveolus. My head was weighing like I was carrying thousand pound sack on it.

Am I dead? Am I in heaven? But it's dark... This can't be heaven,so am I in hell?

I was lost in a world of black that had no illumination in it. My eyes lashes flutter opened, trying to espy an asset light source to gleam my world. But was the same result as before, Only the darkness was escorting me,

Why is it all black?

I heard my beating heart , the pulses that were thumping against my skin as the blood gushed through my veins, the puffing sound of my breathing, I could feel everything.

I'm not dead, I can't be dead, I wouldn't hear my heartbeat if I'm dead right?

I feel the softness of the mattress against my skin. My fingertips touched were touching the plush blanket that was covering me. I traced my fingers to feel the surface of the material. Even my hands had a tingling sensation and bit of a cramp, I was still able to move them,

I was able to move my body.

I tried to sit down by straightening my back but it was impossible since the usual force of gravity was holding me down. My body didn't budge to move. I brought my palm to caress my cheek. It was cold as ice. What did actually happened? My mind started frantically digging my brain for answers.

Suddenly it clicked me,

Everything started playing on my head like a tape recorder. I was with the seven boys, I was with the Bangtan boys

We on our mission to find the missing girl, which fatefully happened to be me. My identity was revealed in front them.They found out the truth about me, yet they helped me to escape. Why do I feel so paralyzed? why?

The poisoned blade...

I was injured because I was stabbed by the merciless dagger, but Seokjin, he helped me, he treated my wound. I safely got out from the war but, the boys,

They...they are gone.

The last thing I saw was the burning house that took the Bangtan member's lives away, except for one guy who saved me, who carried me on his back,

Jeon Jungkook, where is he? Is he still alive?

As the tingling was fading away, I could lift my arm. I weighted to my arms and leaned on the headboard of the bed. I felt exhausted even if it was just a simple move. Something was attached to my arm. I abutted my fingers to find the long thin tube that was tapped to my arm.

Just like someone is having saline,

Am I in a hospital? As I moved, I felt a sharp pain from the side of my abdomen. I hissed and slide my hand towards the area that was aching. It was bandaged, well wrapped without causing any harm to the wound. I remembered how Jin was sewing my wound at the last minutes of his life. I felt like something was stuck in my throat.

Is this all a nightmare? Everything happened to me was a dream?

My breath was so dry and warm. It was like a desert without water. I once again swallowed some saliva, wetting my parched throat. The figure of the man who was responsible to all of this imaged in my head. He's the reason, he was the one who caused this,

Oh Ki Sung...He did this...

The wind was dangling and blowing like a melody near my ears, brushing the cold breeze against my skin. Ticking sound of a clock was harmonising the ditty of the wind. I turned towards the direction that I felt the cold wind. It gently rubbed against my face, greeting me to the world.