No sound. No beating. I closed my eyes, breathing slowly, trying to ignore everything around me.If I couldn't hear anything, it was because there was too much noise around me.I pressed my ear a little harder against his chest, only to be confronted again with a terrifying silence. An uncontrolled moan broke through the barrier of my lips as I stood up to try again, this time a little to the left. If I couldn't hear anything, it was because I hadn't been listening in the right place.
But try as I might, nothing. Still nothing. No matter where I was, there was nothing but silence.Suddenly I stood up and took a few steps backwards, as if the contact of my skin against his body had burned me. Without knowing why, my eyes went to my trembling hands.I let out another moan when I saw the color of my hands. Red.They were covered in fresh blood. And the metallic smell hit me hard.This blood, all this blood, was not mine. It was Jungkook's.
As I couldn't take my eyes off the long scarlet fingers, too afraid to dare turn my gaze once more to what was in front of me, everything seemed to become clearer in my mind.
Those details I had not noticed, or paid attention to before.I staggered backwards, forcing myself to take a few steps backwards at the same time. How could I not have seen all this before?
The unanswered phone calls, the ambulance siren, his car parked further down the street from the restaurant, the people who had gathered in the same place, the shards of glass I'd seen on the ground, the whispers, the police, the firemen, the paramedics and their lack of response, their lack of help. Their sorry look.
And Jungkook. The unnatural pallor of his skin, the terrifying coldness of his hands, his silence in the face of my desperate pleas, his ribcage that had not risen once.The absence of breath, the absence of her heartbeat, which no longer echoed in my ears, even though I insisted on wanting to hear it. That blood. All that blood.
"No, no, no, no, no... Jungkook, I beg you, anything but that!" I said, suddenly feeling an uncontrollable fear grip me.
Without waiting, I threw myself at him, crossing the few feet of distance I had put between us by stepping back the moment before. I touched his motionless body, felt his chest to find the wound responsible for his condition as if it were my own life at stake, but I was probably too overwhelmed by my emotions to find anything.I took his face in both hands, whispering his name to make him open his eyes.But as always, he didn't respond. I felt like I was going crazy.Tears were running down my cheeks more than abundantly, and all the noises around me were only vague echoes. There was only him.Him and only him.
"- Jungkook!"
Somehow, I found the courage to take my eyes off him for a moment.I lifted my head just as quickly and, still crying, started screaming for someone to come to his rescue.
"Help! I need help! I-I have to save him! His heart has stopped beating! He's... There's so muchof blood that... He needs treatment... I... I... Help him! Help him! Help him! Help me, I beg you, I-I don't know what to do!"
I was screaming at the top of my lungs, completely terrified of losing him.It was just unimaginable. A life without Jungkook was no life. Not for me. I wasready to give everything, to sacrifice everything for someone to save him. It was unthinkable that he would leave me now. There was still time to save him. I had to. And yet, no one came to our rescue. No matter how much I screamed, every time I looked at the doctors or firemen in the restaurant car park, they just looked down, a glint of guilt in their eyes.
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𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 | Taekook ✔️ Translation
RomanceTaehyung had finally found his soul mate, the one who made him see a future illuminated by thousands of sunbeams, the one with whom lightning seemed less terrifying. Jungkook. He loved her, they loved each other, and they both hoped it would last u...
