Yeon’s POV

Almost a week has gone by and I had slept through most of the day, sleeping is how I keep myself from thinking...

Today, I feel more alive, so I sit in the warm bath with my legs pressed together to fit in the small tub.

It’s been too long since I had the luxury of a private bath. The lack of intense alpha pheromones and the snide remarks feel like paradise.

I’m free from them.

The water swirls around as I move my arms and as I watch it, the soapy water turns red, and I shut my eyes and open them.

I know it’s just an hallucination, but when I lift my hands, they are covered in blood.

"Oh goddess" I whine as the drops of blood drips into the red water, and can hear the scream of the man I murdered to free myself.

He was using me again, forcing himself on me, and I just wanted it to end so I stabbed him in the neck with his own keys.

I did it and knew I might be killed...but Jisung came for me.

He came right on time, he saved me physically, but my head won’t stop reminding me that I killed a man.

"Please...please go away" I whisper to myself, washing my hands harder, the warm and comforting water turns to torture and I step out of the bath, falling to the floor and gasping.

It’s been two days since the hallucinations started, after five days of acting like it never happened, it is suddenly taking effect on me.

"Please...leave me alone!" I cry out into the space and the bathroom door bursts open.

"Hyung? Hyung are you okay?" Jisung’s voice snaps me out of it, and all the red disappears, leaving behind clear water and my shaky breathing.

"Hey, hey, hyung...are you okay?" he asks as he hold me close to his chest, my body is trembling, I’m suddenly cold and feel irritated with myself.

"Don’t touch me right now" I say and he pulls away, leaving me to wrap my arms around myself, I keep my head down and try to steady my breathing.

The hallucination is gone, it’s okay, I’m okay, I know he deserved to die.

"Do you- should I bring anything?" Jisung asks and I shake my head, drawing my legs up, just needing to keep myself together as best as I can.

If I’m not careful...I’ll fall apart too fast and too soon...

"Um...where’s the tall boy?" I ask, clearing my throat to ask for the fourth time this week.

The tall boy had a calming presence, he just sat with me in my worst time and it felt okay.

"Why do you care so much about that bastard?" Jisung asks and the coldness in his tone lands like a slap, I look him in the eyes with a frown, "what did you say?" I ask.

He drops his eyes but the pinch in his brow doesn’t go away, he looks like he feels justified in whatever...this is, at the same time, he looks like he feels guilty.

"I mean, why do you care so much about him, he’s nothing good but a fucking-"

The loud noise of my palm landing on his face cuts him off, the force sends his head to the side, and he growls as he looks at me again.

This person scares me...my Jisung would never.

"Hyung"

"Get out" I whisper, hoping that this Jisung would listen to me.

"Hyung, I just- I just got you back and- and"

"I said get out" I yell, pushing myself away from him, the cold tile under my ass feels wrong but I just need to be away from him.

This is not my Jisung, this is not the boy I save from hurting himself, this person is not the Jisung that calls me hyung and clings to my hand.

"What am I doing wrong? Why- why would you ask for him when I died waiting for you?" he asks, pain is visible in his eyes and I shake my head.

"The Jisung I know would never talk the way you talk" I say and he get up from the floor, "it’s me!" he yells and gestures to his body.

"I’m still the same person, I’m still the same Sung!" he says his towering frame feels threatening, not like with the tall stranger, that one feels comforting.

Too big for himself but still...pure.

"Jisung, you’re scaring me" I whisper again in an even smaller voice and he stops his movements.

"I don’t want you to be scared of me, please...I’m not him, I’m not them" he says and I flick my wrist, sending him out.

My Jisung would have sobbed and say he’s sorry, but this Jisung leaves, he slams the door behind him and left.

Goddess...I missed too much didn’t I?

My omega whines inside me as I pick myself up, with difficulty, I dress up and leave the house for the first time in one week.

I just walk and walk.

I don’t even know where I’m going, but I follow the pathway, walking past tall trees and short bushes.

The night wind tussles my hair and I keep going till I finally stop at a small lake.

The silhouette at the lake makes me pause, it’s a man, the person is sitting on the bare floor with a notebook and a pencil.

I tighten my jacket around my body and take a curious step closer, I just want to see what he’s so focused on, then I’d leave.

The next step I take alerts the person of my presence and he aims a gun at me with quick movement, red eyes meet blue and we both pause.

"Yeon-ssi" he whispers and scrambles to his feet, dropping the gun and his notepad to the floor.

"Tall boy" I say, feigning nonchalance despite the pounding in my chest, "h-hi, what are you doing here?" he asks and I smile.

"I thought of you and the wind brought me to you" I take my seat next to him on the floor, taking a peek at his drawing.

"Wow...you can really draw" I praise him as I study the drawing; a flower with a fallen petal, it looks pretty.

"I used to hang around my tattoo artist friend" he says with a blush coloring his cheeks.

Just like that...the blood that has plagued my dream, the man that has clouded my head, the fear of Jisung that has bothered my heart all goes away.

Isn’t it magical?

"Yah, will you draw tattoos on my scars?" I ask softly and his eyes widen with shock.

"W-what?" he stutters and I smile at him, "yes, let’s do that!" I get up to my feet and drag him up.

I don’t know where to...but I know he’s going to rewrite everything.