CHAPTER 5

Y/n pov

A low groan escaped my lips as I slowly opened my eyes, blinking against the dim light that filled the room. My head felt heavy, and my body ached in a way that made every movement seem slow and uncertain. I looked around, confusion clouding my mind. Where am I?

My gaze dropped to my hand, noticing wires attached to my wrist. Confusion twisted inside me, and I furrowed my brow. My fingers gently traced the tubes as I tried to make sense of it all. What happened last night? My mind was a haze, but then, suddenly, like a dam breaking, memories came rushing back.

The speeding car. The blinding lights. That moment of terror when I thought it was all over. My body shivered involuntarily as I recalled the figure-him. The red-eyed man who had appeared out of nowhere, catching me just before I collapsed. His strong arms, the way he held me like I was something precious... A cold tremor ran down my spine, but there was something else too, something that made my heart skip a beat.

I sighed heavily, trying to push the memories aside. Glancing around the room, I finally realized where I was. A hospital. I took in the sterile walls, the equipment, and the faint humming of machines. My body felt heavy, sore, but alive.

Turning my head to the side, I caught sight of my appa, his head resting against my bed. He looked worn, as though sleep had taken him after hours of worry. My heart ached at the sight, a wave of guilt and love crashing over me. He must have stayed here the whole night.

I slowly reached out my hand, my fingers shaking a little as I ran them through his hair. The light touch made him stir, and after a few moments, he blinked and opened his eyes. we just looked at each other, before he suddenly sat up and pulled me into a warm, tight hug.

"Oh, my sweet girl," he breathed, his voice shaky with relief. "Are you okay? Do you feel any pain? Tell me if anything hurts, please."

His words came out in a rush, his voice thick with worry. His arms didn't let go, as if holding me would make everything alright again.

I smiled softly, patting his back to calm him. "Don't worry, Appa. I'm okay now,"

I could feel him sigh in relief, his body relaxing ever so slightly as he pulled back from the hug.

Tears glistened in his eyes, his thumb brushing my cheek gently.

"I was so scared,sweetheart. When I got the call, I..." he admitted.

"I'm sorry, Appa. I didn't mean to worry you..." I whispered, feeling a lump form in my throat.

He gave me a soft, watery smile, his hand squeezing mine in return. "Just... don't scare me like that again, okay?"

"I won't,"

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a doctor walked in, a warm smile spreading across his face as he glanced at me.

"How are you feeling today?" he asked, his eyes shifting to my wounded leg, concern evident in his voice.

I forced a small smile, trying to reassure him. "I'm okay now," I replied.

"That's good to hear. Your migraine was quite high, and the panic from the accident made it worse, which is why you fainted. As for your leg, it's not too serious, just some bruising and a few stitches." He said.

I looked over at my appa, who sat beside me, his face a mix of worry and relief. The doctor continued, "After you fill out a few forms, you can be discharged." He glanced at my dad, who nodded in understanding.

"Okay, I'll take care of it, Doctor," Dad answered.

The doctor smiled again, giving us both a reassuring nod before he turned to leave the room. As the door clicked shut behind him, I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me.

I turned to my father, a question nagging at me ever since I regained consciousness. Who brought me to the hospital? I needed to know. Was it that red-eyed man, or someone else? My mind felt like a tangled mess, and I couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty around me.

"Appa," I said softly, catching his attention. He looked at me, a hint of concern in his eyes.

"What is it, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice gentle.

I cleared my throat, my heart racing as I asked, "Who brought me here?"

He smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Oh, I forgot to mention. When I arrived at the hospital after getting the call, there was a young man waiting outside your room. He was the one who brought you here. I think he might still be around."

Still here? My breath hitched, and I felt the blood drain from my face. A young man. Could it really be him-the one whose presence had haunted my thoughts? The one whose piercing gaze had sent chills down my spine?

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. Oh no... not him, please, not now.

"Wait here; I'll call him. You can thank him for what he did," my father said, his tone reassuring as he stood up to leave. Before I could respond, he walked out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I sighed, a mix of anxiety and fear swirling inside me. What if it was him? I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the memories of that night. Please, let it not be him. The idea of facing that man again sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel my heart racing.

Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing my dad with another figure beside him. I hesitantly turned my gaze toward the newcomer, my heart racing. But as soon as I saw his face, I let out a sigh of relief. It's not him.

My dad smiled warmly as he gestured for the young man to step inside the room. "Oh, my daughter wanted to thank you for what you did. That's why I called you here," he said.

The young man walked closer to my bed, and I noticed his gentle smile. He stood beside me, flashing an eye smile that made my heart flutter. He's cute.

"Hm... I hope you're feeling better now," he said, his voice soft and comforting.

I nodded, a smile creeping onto my face. "Thanks for bringing me here. I'm really grateful for that," I replied.bowing my head a little, still sitting in the bed. His soft chuckle in response warmed me more than I expected.

"Oh, it's no big deal, really. I'm just glad you're okay," he replied.

"Thank you, young man," my father added, placing a hand on the stranger's shoulder, nodding gratefully.

The man dipped his head in acknowledgment, then turned back to me. "I'm Park Jimin. It's nice to meet you," he introduced himself.

"I'm Y/n,Nice to meet you too, Jimin." There was something in the way he looked at me, like he already knew more than he was letting on.

Author pov

Suga's fist slammed into the man's face again, blood splattering across the floor. Jungkook and Namjoon stood nearby, watching with interest as the man groaned in pain, barely able to stay conscious.

"Ready to die, bastard?" Suga growled, his voice low and dangerous. He grabbed his gun, aimed it at the man's head, and fired. The gunshot echoed through the basement, and the man slumped lifeless against the wall.

Suga smirked, wiping the blood off his knuckles. "That's what happens when you mess with us," he muttered, kicking the dead werewolf aside. The black blood pooling around the body filled the air with a foul stench, but it didn't bother them. They were used to this.

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head. "Satisfied now, Suga hyung?

Suga nodded, his smirk widening. "More than satisfied," he said, enjoying the thrill of the kill.

The basement door creaked open, and in walked Jimin, a sly smirk tugging at his lips as he approached them. His sharp eyes quickly took in the scene-the lifeless body sprawled on the ground, the pool of black blood. His smirk only deepened.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow at Jimin's sudden appearance. "What's with the smirk?" he asked, curious.

Jimin looked at each of them, his smirk never fading. "I've got some interesting news," he said, his voice playful. Jungkook leaned forward, clearly eager to hear.

"What?" Suga growled, already impatient.

"Probably about your new chick," Jungkook teased, smirking, but Jimin only rolled his eyes in response.

"It's much bigger than that," Jimin said, glancing at Namjoon. He paused for a moment, letting the tension build. "What if I told you... I found her. Taehyung's soulmate."

The others froze, eyes wide in shock. "What? How? When?" Namjoon fired off questions, looking for answers.

Jimin let out a long sigh, dragging a chair toward him before sitting down, enjoying the suspense he was building.

"I was on my way back to the mansion after clubbing and saw something... strange."

Jungkook interrupted, unable to hold back his curiosity. "Come on, tell us more."

Jimin glared at him but continued. "Namjoon, you were right. Taehyung's already found her. He saved her. I saw it with my own eyes."

"What did you see?" Namjoon asked, his voice tense. He paused, watching their reactions closely.

"A girl was crossing the road, about to be hit by a speeding car. Then, out of nowhere, she flew through the air like someone pulled her to safety. It wasn't just anyone. I used my power to see the truth. And what I saw..." He stopped, his gaze dark and intense. "It was Taehyung's soul. He's already connected to her."

The three of them stared at Jimin, their mouths hanging open, disbelief clouding their faces. Jimin leaned back in his chair, a smug grin playing on his lips as he watched their reactions.

"And also," he added casually, "I met her. I talked to her."

Jungkook's eyes widened even more. "You what?"

Suga leaned forward, curiosity burning in his eyes. "How did that happen?" he asked, his voice low and serious.

Jimin's smirk didn't waver as he began to explain. "After I saw Taehyung save her, I couldn't believe it at first. I just stood there, watching. No one else could see Taehyung, only her. That's how it works-his soul is only visible to her, but I could see him because I used my power."

Namjoon frowned, still trying to wrap his head around the situation. "So... she can see his soul?"

Jimin nodded. "Exactly. She's the only one. And when Taehyung sensed someone watching, he saw me. But he couldn't say anything, couldn't communicate with anyone other than her. It's like he's bound to her soul."

Jungkook's mouth was still wide open in shock, while Suga remained silent, absorbing every word.

Jimin continued, his voice softer now, more serious. "Taehyung couldn't take her to the hospital. His soul can't interact with the physical world like that. So, he laid her down on the ground, hoping someone would help. He knew I was there, watching. He trusted me to take care of it."

Namjoon nodded slowly, understanding the weight of the situation. 'So, you took her to the hospital."

Jimin nodded. "Yeah. I took her there and made sure she was safe. Taehyung couldn't do it himself, but I could."

The room fell silent as the others processed the gravity of Jimin's words. Suga's jaw clenched, while Jungkook leaned back, trying to make sense of it all.

"He's protecting her,"Jimin added quietly. "Even now, his soul is tied to hers. And she has no idea how deep it goes."

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Y/n was finally discharged from the hospital after a few long hours. Her father brought her home, and soon Yunhee rushed over, worry etched on her face. The two spent the evening together, Yunhee doing her best to cheer up Y/n and help her forget the chaos of the day.

As night fell, Yunhee finally said her goodbyes, leaving Y/n alone with her thoughts. After dinner and taking her medicine, Y/n quietly retreated to her room. She felt the exhaustion from the day weigh heavily on her.

Pulling the blanket up to her neck, she sank into the softness of her bed. The warmth enveloped her as she closed her eyes, the medication quickly pulling her into a dreamless sleep.

But what Y/n didn't realize was that she wasn't truly alone.

In the dark corner of her room, two red eyes watched her. The same eyes that had saved her earlier now observed her silently.

The figure stood still, his gaze fixed on her as she slept peacefully.

The dim light from the moon spilled through the window, casting a gentle glow on her face, making her look even more angelic in her slumber.

He stepped closer, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her. His gaze traced the curve of her face, the way her hair fell delicately against the pillow, the soft flutter of her lashes. For a moment, he hesitated, his hand hovering near her cheek, the urge to touch her overwhelming.

"My vixen," he murmured, his voice deep and husky, as he watched her sleeping peacefully.

"You look so peaceful, so innocent. I could watch you like this forever. But peace never lasts, does it?" His eyes darkened as he leaned in, the intensity of his gaze heavy on her still form.

"You might not know me yet, but I know you. I've watched you, admired you from afar. And soon, I'll show you how deep my feelings run." He closed the space between them, inhaling her sweet vanilla scent. A low groan escaped his lips as he clenched his jaw, trying to control the overwhelming urge to pull her into his embrace.

"Come to me, my vixen," he growled.

"Break the spell. I want to hold you in my arms again. To make love to you, to devour every inch of you." His fingers brushed against her cheek, the softness of her skin igniting a fire within him.

His thumb traced the line of her jaw, down to her lips, where he paused, tempted to feel the softness against his own. But he pulled back, a frustrated growl escaping him.

But he fought against the urge. He knew this wasn't the right time. He had to wait until the spell was broken.

But the ache within him grew unbearable. "Soon, my vixen," he vowed, his voice a dark promise.

"Soon, you will be mine."