AFFAIR FROM HEART

# If love comes with such a price, I'd rather not have it

JUNGKOOK

"Hello? Son, can you hear me?"

I tried to open my eyes, and that only led to a horrible throbbing in my head along with an increase in that annoying beeping sound around Someone pushed my shoulders and checked my pulse.

"l need you to rest, alright?" came the same voice. I think it belonged to an old man.

"You've lost a lot of blood."

Blood.

Blood.

Y/n.

Y/n.

What followed next was a lot of rushed movements and tugging off 4 tubes from my body. I could barely open my eyes, but I knew that I had to get out of here 

"Son! Hey! Nurse, sedate him!"

"No!" I pushed myself off the dingy bed, almost toppling over as I tried to distance myself from the old doctor and his nurse.

"l need to see Y/n!" The old doctor raised his hands in defeat, trying to appease me. His eyes kept flickering to my head, God knows for what reason.

"Do you mean the girl you brought here?"

"Yes" I straightened up, feeling extremely weak and dizzy.

"Yes, that's her. Where is she? Is she okay? Did you—

"The girl is in ICU," the doctor told me.

"You made it back in time, she's still alive and undergoing surgery. Now, if you would just–

I bolted out of the door at his words, my heart in my mouth, barely holding back the bile. The bright lights in the hallways blinded me for a second, but I kept going. I had to find Y/n. As I ran through the annoyingly bright hallways, I rely on my memory. I remember carrying Y/n inside this hospital, screaming for help. I think they took her to the third floor...?

"Hey you! Stop!" I glanced behind me to find the old doctor directing some of the attendants in my direction. I huffed out a painful breath and headed for the stairs, running down blindly. I continued to search through the floors, hoping to find the room Y/n was in.

The guards running behind me made it difficult for me to be thorough and were also making me a little mad. Can they not see how crucial it is for me to see Y/n myself? It's not easy I skidded to a stop when I spotted Dad and Mom, both of them sitting tensely outside one of the rooms. I breathed out once again before turning to my left so I could reach them.

"Oh thank god, Mom–" I was not expecting what came next. Mom got off the wall she was leaning against and the next second, slapped me square in the face so hard that I swear I went deaf for a second.

"–MY DAUGHTER IS DYING BECAUSE OF YOU–"

"Mom, please don't–

"Madam, please! He's injured" I was going to pass out from all the slaps I'd received in less than ten seconds but Dad managed to pull her away from me. One of the attendants grabbed hold of me, balancing me as I struggled to stay on my feet. Something was trickling down my cheeks...

"His stitches are open, we need–"

"No, no I'm fine," I mumbled despite the pain in my forehead, blinking rapidly to focus on things. I looked up at Y/n's mother and felt my heart clench painfully. She looked absolutely distraught, her eyes red from crying and hair messed up badly. Dad behind her looked equally worried, though he could hold back his panic. Y/n's mom caught me staring, and her expression became even more livid.