The Dark Curse

Aria

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Before you reading this part tell me which team are you?

TEAM ARIA

TEAM JUNGKOOK

"Jungkook," I called out, my voice barely a whisper against the silence of the room.

"Yes, sweetheart?" His voice, a soothing balm, reached out to me through the darkness.

"I...lov..." The words trembled on my lips, an admission so profound yet so vulnerable.

I couldn't muster the strength to finish, but in his eyes, I saw the understanding, the unspoken connection that needed no words.

"I love you more, sweetheart," he replied, his breath warm against my ear as he pulled me closer. In the sanctuary of his embrace, the world and its worries faded away, and I surrendered to the solace of sleep.

When consciousness returned, it brought me to the stark reality of a hospital bed. My eyes fluttered open, scanning the sterile room for a familiar face, but found none.

The emptiness echoed my confusion, as I struggled to piece together the fragmented memories before I had blacked out.

The recollection hit me like a wave—Jwon, wounded by my hand, his arm bleeding out as chaos ensued. I had wanted nothing more than to run to Jungkook, to collapse into his arms and confess the love that threatened to overflow from my heart.

But my body had betrayed me, succumbing to darkness before the words could escape.

Weakness enveloped me, a weariness so deep it pulled at my very bones. I yearned for more sleep, to escape into a world where pain and fear didn't exist.

Yet, as I teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, the image of Jungkook, injured and bleeding, haunted me. I needed to see him, to assure myself of his safety. The uncertainty was a torment I couldn't endure.

With a Herculean effort, I attempted to rise, to seek out the one who held my heart. But as I shifted, the door creaked open, revealing three men, guns casually slung around their waists.

I didn't recognize their faces, but the cold dread that settled in my stomach told me all I needed to know—they were messengers of a threat far greater than any physical wound. They were the harbingers of a storm that was about to break.

The silence in the room felt heavy, a tangible weight that seemed to press against my chest. My thoughts kept circling back to Jungkook, and a part of me wished he was here instead of his men. Despite their assurances, I couldn't shake off the unease that clung to me like a second skin.

I studied the three of them discreetly, Jimin with his calm demeanor sitting across from me, Namjoon's gaze fixed outside as if searching for any hint of trouble, and Taehyung stationed by the door, ever vigilant. They were a formidable trio, each exuding a quiet strength that was both reassuring and intimidating.

Forty minutes ticked by, each second stretching longer than the last. The fatigue was setting in, pulling at my eyelids, begging for the sweet release of sleep, but the presence of the men kept me alert. It was a strange feeling, being so protected yet so exposed.