Infatuated || PJM ✓

Chapter 8

The house was chaotic since early morning. I rubbed my eyes and opened them feeling the sun hitting my face. I looked beside me but Jimin wasn't there. I sighed, "Must have gone to work again", it hurt me but what else could be done? The only option was to wait for him till his next arrival. I lazily bulldozed off the duvet from my body and scurried towards the bathroom.

Turning the shower on, I slipped beneath it. The cold drops hitting my bare skin made me feel heaven. These past days, life had been so hard on me. No donor, no certainty of life, no certainty of Jimin and me growing old together. Running my fingers through my wet hair, I slid down resting my back against the wall. "What if they fail to save me?", my eyes teared up and in no time I broke down. I was crying ugly when my mother in law called me, "Chaerin, we are leaving for the hospital. The doctor has called you." My breath hitched, the limbs felt numb.

A sudden fear started to grow in me. What was bound to happen would happen but I didn't want it to be my death.

Pulling my overcoat a little closer I walked inside the hospital holding the hand of my mother in law.

I was scared. Too scared, like a kid who will lose his most precious possession.

My face was definitely horrific to look at but the mask and the makeup covered up the marks, eye bags, dark circles and shrinking skin. We stopped abruptly in front of a room while I was in my own thoughts. It took me by surprise but the moment my eyes fell on the nameplate, the soul left my body. It was my doctor.

I had this urge to scream, punch the walls and run away but I couldn't. We stepped inside but I didn't feel scared anymore. There was someone. That particular someone who had the power to flutter my heart, erode butterflies in my stomach and melt my limbs just by looking at me. The smile was a cherry on the cake.

"Jimin", I couldn't hold it in and trudged towards him being all smiley. And in no time I was in his embrace or more precisely he was in my embrace. "Chaerin, leave me", he patted my back and I pulled out feeling all awkward and embarrassed.

"We have found a donor for you", the doctor kicked started and my happiness knew no bounds. I was getting a chance to live longer with Jimin, my Jimin. But my smile faded when I looked at the faces of everyone present there. The doctor had an apologetic smile, my mother in law was looking down and Jimin? He was staring at me like there will be no tomorrow. I pouted. Such party poopers.

"What's wrong doc?", I asked, feeling nervous to which he shook his head slightly, "Nothing's wrong Mrs. Park, it's just we still have to wait for a week. The donor will be here after a week." His choice of words wasn't convincing but who cares? All I knew was Jimin and me together forever.

"It's okay. I can wait. It's not like I'll die-", I was cut off with Jimin squishing the life outta my hand, "You speak too much", he glared at me and I'll be honest, it was intimidating. "I was just-"

"We shall take our leave", he shook hands with the doctor and pulled me up harshly, taking me out while our mother was walking behind us.

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"Chaerin we need to talk", he said drying his hair while I was in the middle of applying my lotion. Weird. He was acting too weird. First he asked me to sleep in our bedroom tonight and now he said he wanted to talk?

In our 3 years of marriage, he never spoke too much. He was that silent partner who was close yet far. I was always talkative but he never complained. He said he loved watching me talk. Now it would be fun listening to him talk. I was curious about what he was gonna say.