Faceless Existence; The love of the beast (Taekook)

Taehyung

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"Please stay down. You have a high fever; you should not move much," I whispered to Jungkook, my voice laced with worry. I sat beside him, my hand gently resting on his forehead, feeling the heat radiating from his fevered skin.

It had been ten agonizing days since I had started putting poison in Jungkook's food. Each day was a torment, a relentless struggle between my loyalty to my family and the growing bond I shared with Jungkook. Twice, I had tried to stop, to defy the high priest's cruel orders, but both times, I had been met with unbearable pain—pain that coursed through my body like a searing fire, pain that left me gasping for breath.

Yesterday, Jungkook's condition had taken a dire turn. His fever had spiked, and he was burning up, his body wracked with chills. I had done my best to tend to him, keeping him hydrated and making him comfortable, but his condition seemed to worsen with each passing hour.

My heart ached as I looked at him, his face flushed with fever, his breathing labored. I knew deep down that his illness was a result of the poison I had been feeding him, and the guilt gnawed at my conscience.

"Jungkook, please, you have to get better," I murmured, my voice quivering. "I can't bear to see you like this."

I knew I couldn't tell anyone about the poison, not when the high priest held my sister's life as leverage. But watching Jungkook suffer because of my actions was tearing me apart.

As I continued to care for him, my thoughts swirled with desperation and fear. I couldn't lose Jungkook, not like this. I had to find a way to save him, to break free from the high priest's grip, and to protect my sister from his cruelty.

But for now, all I could do was pray that Jungkook's fever would break, and he would start to recover.

The room felt stifling as I continued to sit beside Jungkook, his fevered body trembling under the weight of his illness. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, and his eyes were glazed with feverish delirium. I couldn't help but blame myself for his suffering, for the poison that had brought him to this state.

"Jungkook," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "Please, you have to fight this. You can't give up on me now."

He groaned softly, his eyes fluttering open. His gaze was unfocused, and he seemed to be lost in a fever-induced haze. "Taehyung?" he mumbled weakly, his voice barely audible.

I reached out to gently wipe the sweat from his brow with a damp cloth. "Yes, it's me," I replied, my heart aching at the sight of his suffering. "You're going to be okay, Jungkook. I promise."

He let out a shuddering breath, his hand trembling as he reached for mine. "I don't... understand," he mumbled, his words slurred. "Why... Taehyung? Why did you... poison me?"

My heart sank at his words, and I struggled to hold back tears. I had feared this moment, the moment when Jungkook would realize what I had done to him. I couldn't bring myself to look into his eyes, to see the betrayal and hurt that would surely be reflected in them.

"I... I had no choice," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "The high priest... he threatened my sister's life. He forced me to do it."

Jungkook's grip on my hand tightened, and he winced in pain. "Your sister," he said, his voice filled with sympathy despite his own suffering. "I'm so sorry, Taehyung. I didn't know."

I shook my head, my vision blurred by tears. "It doesn't matter," I replied, my voice breaking. "I never wanted to hurt you, Jungkook. I never wanted any of this."

He closed his eyes, his breathing labored. "I know," he whispered, his words barely audible. "I... I can't blame you, Taehyung. I just wish..."

His words trailed off, and I knew he couldn't finish the sentence. We were both trapped in a nightmare, prisoners of our circumstances. I could only hope that somehow, someday, we would find a way out of this darkness together.