Though his gaze is still hollow and he's continuously losing weight, he's started going to work every day again.
She loves seeing him in scrubs; he knows that very well as she loves to tell him every time she sees him in them as he goes to and from work.
She remembers when he told her about his dream to become a nurse, and how proud she felt of him; she loves seeing him happy.
She smiles as she sees his perfect form walk into their house after his shift, his exhausted eyes emotionless and undeniably sad.
"Hi baby," she says, trying to keep the smile on her face though her heart is breaking for him every second she sees the despair in his eyes. "Did you eat anything today?"
Jungkook slides his jacket off, shivering slightly after being out in the bitter coldness of winter, and shuffles to the kitchen in an almost robotic fashion.
She tentatively follows him into the room, determined to make him eat something.
But as she prepares the speech in her head, she sees him grab an apple and take a small bite of it, and she smiles to herself.
It's not much, but it's a step in the right direction.
"Baby, I'm so happy that you're eating something. Knowing that I'm the reason you're taking such poor care of yourself breaks my heart, and I am endlessly sorry."
