The scent of jasmine and the faint hum of the mansion's air conditioner were the only things keeping me from collapsing onto the soft mattress of my bed and surrendering to sleep. I’d been up all night, thanks to Y/N and her penchant for attracting trouble as if it were a magnet. I could practically hear her giggling as she attempted to escape.
The way her eyes widened when I caught her, the way she struggled against my grip, her breath hitching with each breath she took. The heat of her body pressed against mine, her soft skin brushing against my calloused hands as I pinned her down, was a memory I wished I could forget. The way her lips parted in a silent plea, the desperation in her gaze as she looked at me with those puppy eyes, almost had me wavering. But I held my ground, reminding myself of my duty. I was her bodyguard, not her lover.
After that incident, I was exhausted and went to bed early. I had barely been asleep for 30 minutes when I heard a knock at my door. Groaning, I dragged myself off the bed, my body protesting with every creak and groan. It was a servant of the mansion, his face etched with worry.
"Mr. Jeon," he stammered, "Miss Y/N… she… she sliced her wrist."
My heart plummeted to my stomach. "What?" I rasped, my voice hoarse from sleep deprivation. "When? How? Where is she?"
"We don't know, sir. She was found in her room. Mr. Kim, is on his way from his meeting. He should be there soon."
I grabbed my blazer off the chair, ignoring the ache in my muscles as I rushed out of the room. Practically running.
As I drove towards the hospital, my mind raced. I was the best in my field, known for my clean record, my unwavering dedication. Plus knowing from her way of pulling me by my tie, it was sure Y/N was planning to do something. Yet, I had failed!... How could she do something like that!?
Upon reaching the hospital, I made my way to the reception and inquired about Y/N's room number. The nurse informed me, and I hesitantly made my way towards the room. Peering through the tiny glass part of the door, I saw Y/N lying unconscious on the hospital bed, her wrists bandaged. I slowly opened the door, making sure not to make a sound, and slid inside.
Leaning against the wall next to the door, I kept my eyes focused on her. After what felt like an eternity, I looked away and mustered up the courage to move towards the couch and picked up a magazine, feigning interest. However, my mind was elsewhere, and I kept stealing glances at Y/N, who was still asleep.
Suddenly, I heard the door creak open, and I looked up to see Namjoon, Y/N's brother, making his way inside. His eyes were fixed on Y/N's unconscious figure, and I could see the concern etched on his face. I gulped, realizing the gravity of the situation, and braced myself for the onslaught of questions that were about to come my way.
Namjoon then turned towards me and asked what had actually happened, how she could do something like that when he was with her, and so on. He bombarded me with questions; his tone was a little harsh, which was understandable. But his voice woke up Y/N. She stirred a little and slowly opened her eyes, getting our attentionand the room fell silent. I quickly got up from my seat and went to her aid, propping her up with pillows so that she could sit comfortably.Her gaze, when it landed on mine and I could see the glint in her eyes as it was obvious that she's going to blame it all on me.
Brat!
Y/N's pov:
The sterile white of the hospital room was a harsh contrast to the throbbing pain in my head. I blinked, the world coming into focus slowly. I become aware of the heavy weight on my back and the dull pain in my wrist. My brother, Namjoon, and Jungkook, my bodyguard, were both staring at me, their expressions unreadable. Jungkook helped me sit up, propping me against a pile of pillows.
I manage a faint smile, but it doesn't reach my brother's eyes. I can tell he's still mad at me, not just for my suicide attempt, but for my constant attempts to defy him and cross any limits to get what I want. I can see the anguish etched on his face as he closes his eyes as he was about to lose me, his only sister, his only family and I am guilty for that. He takes a deep breath, trying to rein in his anger.
"Why, Y/N?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he sits on a stool next to my bed. "Why did you do it?"
I looked away, unable to meet his eyes. My throat felt constricted, words refusing to form. I had no answer. He was right, there was no logical explanation for my actions.
"It's Jungkook..." I finally mumbled, my voice cracking. "I don't want him. I don't want a bodyguard, especially not him!...I can take care-"
My brother's jaw clenched and he loses his temper, he shouts at me "Y/N, you're not thinking straight!! You need to understand, You're..." His voice trailed off, his expression a mixture of fear and anger.
"Y/N, I don't care if you like it or not. He's here, he's staying. And for this... for this," he gestured towards my bandaged wrist, "you get something extra."
Extra??
He grabbed his phone and dialed a number. The silence in the room was punctuated by the click of the call connecting.
"Alright, they're coming," he said, his voice cold and emotionless, before ending the call.
A wave of nausea washed over me. My entire body trembled with a new wave of apprehension. I felt trapped, suffocated, and powerless.
Moments later, the door creaked open and two men entered. They were dressed in the same black suit just like Jungkook's, one tall and the other short, their faces stoic and unreadable. They stood in the doorway, their eyes scanning the room, finally landing on me.
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My heart pounded in my chest, a drumbeat of fear. I blinked twice, my gaze darting between the two men and my brother. Namjoon's expression was hard, unwavering.
"Meet, Taehyung and Jimin." he stated, his voice firm. "They'll guard you too, along with Jungkook. That's final, no more arguments."
My world narrowed to the three men, their presence a suffocating weight. My own life, my own choices, felt like a distant memory, a ghost of a dream. I was trapped in a cage of my own making, and the key to escape was nowhere in sight.
