Dream came True

~73~

Amar's POV

A few days passed. We were still stuck in the hospital, but miraculously, our bodies were healing faster than expected. The doctors were impressed. The day of our discharge finally came.

I peeked out from the bathroom, shouting, "Tara! I need good clothes. He hasn't seen me dressed up in three months!"

She yelled back, "Okay, okay! Should I bring you a dress?"

"Nooo, pants! And makeup, please!"

"Got it. On my way."

"Wait! Don't rush—take your time and pick something gorgeous."

She laughed, "Amar, will you let me pick in peace?"

"Okay, okay. Thank you! Muahh!"

"Aww, it's nothing, girl."

Just then, I heard his voice.

"Princess, you don't need clothes to look pretty. You always are. Though I must admit... you're way prettier without them," Jimin teased with that devilish smirk as I walked out of the bathroom.

I blushed—partly embarrassed he heard everything, but mostly just happy he's back.

"Is my flirt machine finally functioning again?"

"Oh yeah. And I've got plenty of new lines ready," he said, standing up.

We were still taking things slow. No intimacy yet—partly because of the hospital and partly because we were rebuilding everything from the ground up. But his energy? It was unmistakably him.

Nurses came in with our lunch trays. Hospital food is supposed to be gross, but honestly, I kind of liked it. I dug in fast.

"Yeah! Phy are you dooking at pe like dis?"
(Why are you looking at me like that?)

He just sat there, food untouched, watching me like I was a zoo exhibit.

"One second, you're this elegant, beautiful woman... then suddenly you're a gremlin in a hospital gown inhaling mashed potatoes. Who am I marrying?"

I smirked, grabbed a butter knife, and got up slowly. "A psychopath. Who'll murder you in your sleep."

He grinned, unbothered. "Shouldn't I be asleep for that?"

"Who said you're awake? Maybe this is all just a dream..."

I stepped close until only his knees separated us.

"Then let me turn this nightmare into a good dream," he whispered—and suddenly yanked me down onto his lap.

"Are you insane? What if that knife actually stabbed you?"

"You still don't read my mind, princess. You always fall for my traps," he said, arms wrapping around me.

"And you still underestimate me," I replied, shoving his chair backward. It toppled—but I had strategically placed a pillow behind him.

"I admit it. That surprised me," he said from the floor.

I knelt, trapping him between my arms and legs. He pulled me into a kiss, flipping us so he was on top of me. His lips brushed my neck, and I melted into him.

An hour later, Tara and the boys came in. We were composed—except for the hickeys on our necks.

"Oh, you naughty kids," Jin teased immediately.

"Jin, stop! She doesn't like teasing," Jungkook whispered.

"Like it or not, I will talk about it," Tara added with a mischievous smile.