𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 || Namkook

7.Episode

There was a stark contrast between Nam's serene visage, his face illuminated by a gentle, peaceful glow, and the turmoil that churned violently inside Jungkook's heart as he absorbed the doctor's words.

Each syllable wrapped around him like a protective blanket, providing both comfort and clarity amidst the chaos of his thoughts.

"Thank you so much, doctor. Allow me to see you to the door."

Jungkook offered, his voice trembling slightly but filled with an overwhelming gratitude. He hoped that his tone would convey the depth of his appreciation, the relief that cascaded through him like a cool breeze on a sweltering day.

"No need for formalities. Just call me if you need anything, and take good care of him." the doctor replied, his eyes sparkling with kindness.

A reassuring smile crossed his face before he turned to leave, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the quiet room, which now felt charged with a renewed sense of purpose and hope.

Returning to Nam's side, Jungkook settled down hesitantly on the edge of the bed, maintaining a slight distance as he gazed at his beloved. His heart ached with a heavy burden, the memory of how he had allowed his own desires to cloud his judgment weighing heavily on him.

Nam's calm demeanor was a stark reminder of the chaos Jungkook had inflicted upon them both. In that stillness, a wave of introspection washed over him like a tide coming in, pulling him into deeper reflection.

What had he truly accomplished in his fervor? Had his passionate displays of love and affection overshadowed the most essential responsibility he had—to ensure that Nam was truly okay, both physically and emotionally?

When had he last eaten? The question gnawed at him relentlessly, a haunting reminder that in his obsessive quest to express his love and desire for closeness, he had neglected the very man he cherished so deeply.

There were times when he had rushed through meals or skipped them altogether, too anxious to be near Nam, too lost in his spirals of emotion to remember the simple need for nourishment.

His thoughts had become a consuming storm, swallowed by his own feelings and compulsions, leaving the well-being of the man he loved overshadowed in the shadows of his ego. And with that realization came a quiet but firm vow—he would change this, he would prioritize Nam's health and happiness above his own self-serving desires.

'You are not worthy of him, Jeon Jungkook! YOU ARE NOT!'

The voice inside him screamed, amplifying the tumult of emotions as he grappled with the weight of his thoughts.

After berating himself countless times for his emotions, feeling the weight of uncertainty and regret settle like a stone in his gut, he finally drifted off to sleep, the heaviness of heartache enveloping him like an oppressive blanket.

The pain in his chest was nearly unbearable, a visceral discomfort that throbbed mercilessly with each shallow breath he took, reminding him of the heart’s capacity to ache beyond mere thought.

As dawn arrived, casting golden beams of sunlight that danced through the curtains and painted the room in warm hues, Nam slowly opened his eyes. He squinted against the light, still haunted by the emotional turmoil of the previous night, the memories replaying in his mind like a broken record.