traumatic love / Jikook

Vulnerability

ARC2/CHP21 : vulnerability

   The old metal door creaked open with a haunting groan, sending shivers down the spines of the women huddled inside the dimly lit room. Startled, her eyes darted toward the entrance, her expressions a mixture of anticipation and hope. However, the sight that greeted her plunged her heart into a pit of disappointment and sadness, tinged with a hint of fear.

The woman locked eyes with the person who had just entered, and her heart sank. It was a man, a towering figure with a formidable presence. His physique was imposing and bulging with muscles, and his face, arms, and neck were adorned with a tapestry of intricate tattoos. The aura he exuded was suffocating, and she instinctively recoiled, sensing that he posed a grave threat to her.

The man strode purposefully into the room, each step measured and deliberate. His eyes, almost glowing a fiery red in the darkness, fueling her realization that he was seething with anger.

when she heard footsteps approaching the door, a flicker of hope ignited within her. She yearned for the presence of Jimin, praying that he would come to check on her or in search of confirmations and information. The reasons for his arrival were inconsequential to her at that moment; she simply longed to see him, to talk to him, and to explain the multitude of things swirling in her mind. However, the force with which the door swung open shattered her hopes even before she laid eyes on the intruder. It was abundantly clear that this couldn't be Jimin, the sweet and gentle boy she had met just a few days ago, couldn't be her kind-hearted son. 

The person standing before her exuded an otherworldly presence, one that sent a chill down her spine. With each step he took, the room seemed to grow smaller, the air thick with unspoken tension. the woman's heart pounded in her chest, her breaths shallow and rapid. Fear etched deep lines across her face, mingling with the disappointment she felt in the presence of this stranger. Her mind raced, attempting to grasp the truth hidden within this bewildering encounter.

" w-who are you " she stuttered her voice almost inaudible, fear etched on her face.

 the man didn't answer, instead, he drew closer, his face contorted into a mask of fury. The tattoos that adorned his skin seemed to writhe, as if they were alive, echoing the turmoil that raged within him. 

the middle-aged woman couldn't tear her eyes away from his piercing gaze, those red-hot eyes that bore into her soul, stripping her of any sense of security or sanctuary.

Silence enveloped the room, heavy and suffocating. She felt a powerful urge to speak, to break the tension that hung in the air like an invisible specter. But the words caught in her throat, trapped by the realization that this man, this enigmatic figure, was not here to listen or understand. No, he exuded a sense of danger, a palpable threat that made her tremble to her core.

As the silence enveloped the room, the woman summoned every ounce of courage within her and made a valiant attempt to break the eerie stillness. Her voice quivered, betraying her fear, as she mustered the strength to address the mysterious figure standing before her. "Please," she implored, her voice barely above a whisper, "Who are you? What do you want?"

A sinister grin spread across the man's face, his lips curling into a menacing arc that revealed a row of razor-sharp, white teeth. The sight alone sent shivers coursing down her spine, amplifying the already palpable atmosphere of dread that hung in the air. The room seemed to respond, growing colder with each passing second as if it too recognized the malevolent energy emanating from this intruder.

With an unsettling chuckle that pierced the silence, the man's laughter echoed through the room, resonating with a guttural intensity. It was a sound that seemed to crawl under her skin, a chilling reminder of the danger that lurked in the shadows. His laughter, tainted with a tinge of wickedness, filled the void, intensifying the woman's growing sense of unease.