My Mr.Wrong's Mrs.Right !

My Mr.Wrong's Mrs.Right✔️: Happiness

You stared at Jungkook who lied without any slight change in his face,waiting- hoping he would open his eyes.

The night had passed and it was morning now but there was no sign of movement in jungkook's body.

He was still in the same position lying completely oblivious to everything happening around him.

With every hour that passed by, the fear of him never waking up scared you to death making your puffy eyes ache with the sting of the salty tears.

You felt worst and exhausted you were completely worn out although jihyo and his hyungs asked you to sleep for a while so they would sit by jungkook, but you just refused them.

Not wanting to leave him alone.

You had asked the doctor everytime he came to check in on jungkook that when he was going to wake up but you never got a satisfying answer.

Even though hating the fact but you were slowly loosing hope all you could do was pray and cry, hope that it should have been you instead of him but you knew that wasn't possible now.

You took hold of his cold hand as you kissed it multiple times your tears dampening his skin as you shut your eyes tight hugging his hand hoping the moment you open your eyes you can see him smiling at you.

"I love you jungkook p-please wake up. . . Please d-don't leave
m-me like this. ."

You cried until you felt cold fingers wrapping around your own hand as you immediately opened your eyes to look at Jungkook.

Your breath hitched as you looked at him his eyes fluttering open making more tears pool in as you spoke almost immediately.

"J-jungkook? Jungkook can you listen to m-me?"

You questioned moving closer to him as he opened his eyes slightly, looking at you as he squinted them back wincing at the light.

You immediately rushed out to call the doctor while jungkook stared at your back that disappeared out of his sight quickly.

Jungkook's POV:

I opened my eyes slightly wincing at the sudden jolt of pain that rushed through my torso.

Besides the light in the room was too much for my eyes as I still managed to open them only to come across yn.

She was crying. . .

Why?

I asked myself why was she crying? Was it because of me?

Oh. . .

It was because of me, I made her cry. . Right?

Where was I?

I questioned myself as I slightly looked around still unable to process most of the things around me.

First of all being where was I and why was I finding it so difficult to move?

Then it hit me all the moments from. . . yesterday? I don't remember since how long was I here? But I do remember that day at the mart that kid who shot me.

I could guess I was in hospital yn was here crying for me? Even after everything I did? I looked at her, her eyes closed as she hugged my hand.

I weakly wrapped my fingers around her hand everything feeling like a dream.

She instantly opened her eyes looking at me and I felt something within me crack seeing her state.

She looked so worn out why was I always the cause of those tears? Her pain?