Sentinel Phobia
"Did you hear that?"
" what? "
"This time, Jeon Jungkook hurt S-class recovery!"
"Oh, that recovery from the phobia of men?"
"Yeah, that's what Jeon Jungkook did!"
"Wow, really? Are you crazy?"
The hallway was filled with murmuring voices. If I could just turn this corner, I could shut those damned mouths, but I didn't step forward. I just wanted to see how far they would go.
"Then that's what Jeon Jungkook is like."
"That psycho kid. I get goosebumps all over my body just looking at him."
"Ah, I admit it lol. You're not taking us lightly because we're just sitting still, are you? lol"
"Oh, no way. If it's not my teammates, it's nothing."
"Why? At least he has some ability."
"What good is it if you have the ability? You have a twisted personality. Do you think he would do something like that if he wasn't a team member?"
"Ah, hahahahahaha."
What a funny thing to say.
"Who, who..."
"Kim, Kim Seok-jin... senior..."
" right? "
"That, that!.. "
"And he really understands what people say."
" ..... "
"The moment the words you're spouting off come back to me, I'll start to get you guys involved, so you better be careful."
"This is something we all already know!.."
" ..... "
".....How can we...stop..."
"I'm telling you to do the best you can. If I messed up or acted like a piece of shit, spread the word. If I come looking for you again because of the political situation, I don't know how I'll handle it."
Seokjin looked very at ease as he turned the table over and walked away as if nothing had happened.
Knock knock- The door to the quiet single room opened, and Jeongguk poked his head out with a face full of mixed emotions.
" ...Not yet, is it.. "
Swish- Jungkook placed a large hand on Yeoju's forehead, and her frown softened. It was the last illusionist ability he had borrowed from Seokjin.
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The nightmares I always had. But they were even more horrific. Occasionally, the dreams would change. These dreams were less frequent than the regular ones. If I had the same dream two or three times a month, the altered content would occur about once in five, with a two-month gap between them. This particular one was particularly severe, but because it happened so often, the heroine didn't think much of it.
The real problem was that after the dream had been altered, I was so sick that I couldn't go to work that day, so I was always lying down. And if I fell asleep during that time, I'd dream of progressing to the next stage.
According to Sentinel, a mind reader with a deep understanding of human psychology, when unforgettable trauma reaches its peak of fear, one can unconsciously conjure up even worse scenarios. Humans are thinking creatures. Perhaps the very fact that they're alive and breathing in the first place is because the worst-case scenario hasn't yet occurred.
Yes. To get back to the main point after this lengthy introduction, the heroine is currently dreaming the worst possible scenario. Despite her desperate pleas to stay away, to refuse, the human in front of her persisted in her pursuit. She'd had this dream about fifteen times over the past few years, but each time, it felt unfamiliar and unpleasant. After enduring hundreds of dreams, she'd finally managed to endure it for fifteen. If she were having this dream every two months, she might have already gone mad.
Dirty. Disgusting. He covered her lips with his. Yes. The nightmare is just beginning. A large, rough hand slipped under her clothes and stroked her waist. The unfamiliar movements sent goosebumps down her spine.
No... I twisted my body with all my might in a last desperate attempt, but my opponent was an adult male. No matter how high the rank, as fellow Sentinels, the difference in strength between a healthy adult male and a minor girl was significant.
He looked down at the heroine, his eyes wide open from the swirling guidance. "I'm scared. I don't like it." As he was about to lift her top, a bright light enveloped her. With that light, she closed her eyes tightly.
A moment later, the heroine opened her eyes and found herself in a white space. She looked around, wondering what was going on, and a white light descended from above. It truly brought to mind a scene reminiscent of the descent of a god. She stared at it without realizing it.
As the light slowly descended, fading slightly, Jeongguk's face appeared. Stiffened, his expression stern, the heroine unconsciously trembled. Seeing her, he stepped back slightly and spoke.
"Don't be afraid."
" ...... "
"I won't hurt you."
" ..... "
"I came to see you because I have something to tell you."
" ....what is it? "
" ...I was hallucinating you."
" !!!... why... "
"I hated you. Because my brothers kept treating me well."
" .... "
"But, I didn't know you had trauma!!.. Really.. "
" ..... "
"But I want to apologize because I said you have a fear of men."
"To me?"
"Yeah.. I didn't mean to bring up your trauma.. I just wanted to surprise you a little.. But.. You're having a really hard time.. I'm sorry.. "
" ..... "
"I'm not asking for forgiveness! I just wanted to apologize because I'm sorry."
" ...... "
"I still can't tell right from wrong.. Isn't it funny?.. At this age.. That's why I get cursed at a lot.. That's how it was.. I know this time it's not something that can just end with a curse.. But I felt like I had to say something anyway."
"So... isn't this just an apology to make you feel better?"
"No, that's not it!! I just thought I should tell you what the situation was... So... And I thought you'd feel bad if I didn't get an apology... So I told you that if you did something wrong, you should definitely apologize... Seokjin hyung..."
The female protagonist felt puzzled. Seokjin had told her that in the first place? Isn't that something you usually learn in kindergarten and are taught by your parents?
"Why is Seokjin oppa telling you that?"
" uh?... "
“Isn’t this something they teach you at home or in kindergarten?”
"..I was born when I was 3 years old.. and grew up here."
"You've been socializing since you were young, but you're still awkward? Isn't that an excuse?"
" ...You may not believe it, but before I met my brothers, I used to lock myself in my room and not come out? I was so shy that when I went to kindergarten when I was little, I couldn't speak and cried when my friends talked to me. "
" ..... "
"So I didn't have any friends and I couldn't go out and I couldn't meet my family, so I didn't want to meet anyone. Then, the people I became close with were Heeyeon noona and hyungs. Now, they are more precious to me than family. That's why I didn't want anyone to get involved... We became comfortable with each other."
" ..... "
"It might sound like an excuse, but still... thank you for listening. I'll give you the answer after you wake up..."
" ..... "
"So... wake up from your dream quickly and come find me... Seokjin hyung... is very worried..."
The smile Jeongguk saw between them was faint and bittersweet. Yeoju couldn't understand Jeongguk. "Why are you making that face?" She couldn't understand why Jeongguk seemed to be the victim, even though she, Yeoju, was the victim.
Jungkook looked incredibly precarious. Yes. In fact, it wasn't just Jungkook, blinded by jealousy and insecurity, who hurt Yeoju. Yeoju, too, was unknowingly tapping into Jungkook's trauma, inflicting further harm.
In the end, all of this was done in the spur of the moment when Jeong-guk was anxious and nervous and jealous, but the person who gave him that feeling of anxiety and nervousness didn't know about the other's circumstances as the female lead, and if you keep turning it around, it's a complicated problem that could spread to the people around them who were indifferent to the relationship between the two.
After leaving a few words of good night to the confused Yeoju, Jeongguk emerged from the white space, and soon the surroundings where Yeoju had been transformed into nature. It was a magnificent sight, with soft leaves swaying in the gentle breeze and large, magnificent animals roaming the streets. However, Yeoju was in no position to be interested in such scenery.
"Ah.. how are things going..;"
The female protagonist frowned and rubbed her throbbing head, expressing her dissatisfaction.
1 hour before the end of this week... deadline complete...