Be Mine | Jikook 🔞 [COMPLETED]

Chapter 10

Here you go!!!

CW: Talks about hip bone fracture and so on...Links to some of the Twitter threads, drabbles and prompts I posted this week are in end notes. Don't forget to check them out.

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Jungkook was in and out of consciousness for most of the time. There was a dull ache all over his body. Getting shot was no fun. He despised the recovery period and how the painkillers made him cranky all the time.

"Wake up, Jungkookie..." A melodious voice sang. "Mommy made you your favorite pancakes."

Jungkook blinked his eyes open, giggling when his mom kissed his nose softly.

"There's my little prince. Ready to conquer the day?"

The little boy nodded enthusiastically and jumped off the bed, kissing her cheek before hurrying to the bathroom. "Wait for me," he yelled over his shoulder and saw his mom smiling in response.

Jungkook tried to open his eyes but in vain. His thoughts were racing and his body aching. He registered the pain but he couldn't pinpoint exactly where the pain was coming from. It had been like this for a while and a moment of lucidity he had in between waking up didn't last long.

Jimin had told him to rest and relax, but he couldn't do that when his thoughts kept going back to his mother. A mother's face he tried so hard to remember after so long now crystal clear in his memories. Her laughter was warm as ever. He thought she was the most beautiful woman ever and looked like an angel in his dreams. She had the sweetest voice, so melodic that he could just sleep listening to her talk.

A sudden longing filled his chest as he tried to gather his bearings. There were soft voices around him as he drifted in and out. He wanted to tell them he was awake but his lips wouldn't move. His arms felt heavy and he gave up, settling to listen to them instead.

There was something warm being pressed on his body with tender care. He sighed realizing it was Jimin. Only he would touch him that way, so soft and caring. The soft caressing was so assuring.

Suddenly there was pain and he felt the gentle prodding but he couldn't react or tell them it hurt. He clenched his jaw or at least tried to.

"Tell me about his hip injury."

It was Jimin. His Jimin.

Once again, he tried to open his eyes. Wanting to tell Jimin that he was alright and awake. That he loved him and missed him.

"I told you already." He recognized that voice as that of the doctor who treated him.

"I want the unfiltered version, Jia. Don't give me the bullshit you gave them."

Jia? So that was her name. The name sounded oddly familiar.

"Typically...six months to a year."

His chest hurt whenever he breathed. Were they talking about me?

"But?"

"Listen, Oppa, it's complicated. Full recovery is possible but only through timely surgery, early rehabilitation, and patience. I have to monitor him and make sure he returns to his normal routine sooner. It's just..."

"Spit it out, Jia."

Jimin was upset for some reason. She called him Oppa. Jimin's sister was a doctor, a part of his mind supplied. He vaguely remembered a face, recalling something she said when he was awake. It was all a mess inside.

"Though he might be able to walk like before, he will never be back to his full potential. Over strain will cause his condition to deteriorate. I can't say anything for sure right now but it's always fifty-fifty you know. I need to see how he responds to the therapy."