Diary (Vkook, Old Version)

I Love You, Too

The brightness of the light blended me.

I groaned, forcing my eyelids to open up.

My vision still blurred, I blinked.

Once, then twice. And again. Until I could see.

There he was.

Orange hair, beautiful face.

My best friend.

No.

The love of my life.

His lips moved. He was probably saying something, but I couldn't hear anything at first. Until I came to hear more and more.

"Oh my god. Jungkook. You've woken up. Oh my dear god. I..."

I wanted to reply.

But I couldn't.

Why not?

I didn't know.

I blinked once again, before looking around the rest of the room.

I counted four other people.

A doctor,

a nurse,

my father,

my mother.

I flinched when I felt something on my cheek.

My eyes flew back to Taehyung, who was carressing my cheek with his left thumb.

His right hand was holding mine.

Oh.

He, Taehyung, the love of my life, was holding my hand.

Finally.

I laced our fingers together, my lips turning into a faint smile.

I'd never seen Taehyung this happy before;

A wide smile was plastered on his face, tears streaming down his pretty face, his orange hair messy, sticking around everywhere.

"Jungkook. Jungkook. I..I still can't believe this." He whispered, making my faint smile turn into a wide one. I laid my free hand against his, holding it tightly.

"Finally." His voice broke, making my smile drop. "I, I don't know what I would've done without you. I just, I love you so much." He kept going on and on about how much he loved me and how much he had missed me.

But he stopped immediately, when he heard the doctor clear his throat. "I didn't think you'd wake up. It's only been a few months since you've been in a coma." He was about to keep talking, but Taehyung glared at him, snorting.

"Only? Only a few months?! Those few months felt like a thousand years to me!" I could feel he was about to get mad, but I held his hand tighter, making him look back at me, wide eyes.

"Taehyung," I managed, my voice weak and raspy. Tears were about to fall down his puffy cheeks again, but I reached up and wiped them away. "I love you too." I whispered, before letting my hand fall back beside me.

I was still weak, couldn't move well, but I didn't care.

No, as long as Taehyung was by my side, I didn't care about anything else.

Taehyung. He loved me.

That was probably the happiest moment of my life, even though I had apparently been in a coma for the past few months.

Just having my fingers laced with his, him sitting right beside me, made me feel so safe. So safe, comfortable, happy.

I wanted to tell him all of this, but I really couldn't. My voice couldn't bring out anything again.

Why was I able to say something a few minutes ago?

Confusing. Ugh.

Well whatever, who cared anyway.
I didn't need to talk.

I didn't bother moving any more than that either, my parents crying happily, hugging me really tightly. Taehyung holding my hand tightly.

That was all I needed right now.

I was happy.

So god damn happy.

And I for sure wasn't going to let go of this happiness.

The end.