Inner Turmoil - Jin Cheon x Reader
Waiting. Or sleeping. Thatâs all (Y/N) really didâ that was all they really could do. After all, they were still hospitalized from an incident that happened years before.
(Y/N) was always in and out of comas. Some were a few hours and some were a few days. Looking at old photos, anyone would realize how their once healthy body was now thin and weak. If you asked them to stand up their bones might just shatter as a result of being bound to the hospital bed for so long.
And maybe if you looked at the photos a little harder youâd notice how the light had left their eyes, and how their warm summer smile had turned to a cold winter glare, but can you really even blame them?
(Y/N) was supposed to be great. They were a star. An actor. They had a start, and maybe it really was unrealistic for somebody coming from a country beach town, but they really had a chance. A chance that was so viciously ripped away from them and replaced with a dull hospital room.
Theyâve been here, stuck, for seven years, their only visitor was their eldest sister, Myeong. The rest of their family never cared enough to even call or leave a message. (Y/N) didnât care. They had so much resentment towards the rest of them anyways, it would probably be worse if they did.
But the one person who (Y/N) so desperately thought was going to visit. Never did. There were no labels, you could probably call him a boyfriend if you really wanted to⊠but things were different now. The boy that once made (Y/N) feel special and kick their feet, turned out to just be like every other rich kid out there.
They truly were so confident that heâd come back from Seoul to visit them in their little beach town. So confident that they had even given him their expensive watch to tie them to each other.
âOh! I need to give you your shirt backâŠâ All those years ago, (Y/N) had fretted, for he had only had one hour before he had to return to Seoul.
âYou can give it to me next time.â
Next time. He said. Next time.
âStillâŠâ (Y/N) had muttered anxiously as they slipped off their wristwatch.
âThen you take this⊠itâs expensive, so you have to come back to return it, alright?â
He had agreed. He had agreed, but he never came back. All of that love and shared passion that they experienced. That âmovieâ that they filmed together which really only turned out to be a short film. That kiss on the beach while the sun set over the golden horizon and under the pink and purple sky. All had turned into resentment and hatred.
But really, hate was a strong word, and really, it was a lie. Maybe that âhatredâ they had for him was a thin thread of hope that they held onto like a lifeline. Maybe it was just a little bit of hope that heâd come see them, after all these years.
But that was impossible. (Y/N) was in a hospital in Seoul now, along with hundreds of other patients. Maybe he really did come back. Maybe he came back and (Y/N) wasnât there. Maybe he was trying for all of these years to find them.
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
âDonât startle them or ask them too many questions. Theyâre not an animal in a zoo,â Myeong warned Jin. She couldnât believe she was even doing this, letting him use her little sibling for a little bit of research for his movie. How could she agree to this?*
âI wonât, I wonât,â Jin rolled his eyes as Myeong nagged him, preparing his questions and his clipboard.
Myeong sighed deeply, gently turning the door handle. Last time they had came, (Y/N) was in yet another coma, and Jin didnât get to see them at all, but this time, they were wide awake, staring out through the window.
â(Y/N)⊠somebodyâs here to see you.â
And then, itâs what anyone wouldâve expected. Jin walked through the door, taking a seat but really not paying all that much attention to (Y/N) yet.
It was really something, when their eyes met. They both had looked the exact same, only with a slight bit of age.
Recognition, hope, and pain.
ââŠYour family told me you were dead.â
God. He sounded so uncaring, was that really the person he had become? He could blame it on the age or the stress or the fame, but really, it was (Y/N). The breath of fresh air that he had finally gotten, which he thought had been torn away from him forever.**
Of course he had went back anyways. Every year. Maybe (Y/N) would be back and smiling at him just like before. But that never happened. And the actor that was supposed to be his, had only turned into an idea, a muse.
And now, the silence, the heartache, the built up resentment was separating them so greatly. They were so close to each other, if Jin stood up and took a few steps, heâd be at (Y/N)âs side. But the both of them knew how far apart they were.
âI donât want to see you.â But what were they saying? Of course they did. They wanted nothing more than to see him.
Words can cut deeper than knives sometimes. It hurt the both of them. Itâs nothing to shrug off.
âI never thought youâd fake your death,â Jin sneered. How he wanted to hug them and kiss them, carry them back to the beach.
âI didnât fake my death. Youâre just gullible,â (Y/N) shot back viciously. âTake him away, MyeongâŠâ
Something flickered in Jinâs eyes. âWait, (Y/N)ââ
âI said take him away,â (Y/N) turned around in their bed as Myeong pulled Jin away from them.
He was so close. He was so close to them. If he had reached out, he couldâve touched them and felt their hair or their hands.
But now they were separated by a door. I door that represented all of their inner turmoil and pain.
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
A/N: Hey guys, if you guys really liked this Iâll probably make a part two, but Iâm mostly gonna focus on headcanons for now, since they take less time.
