Lost Memories Of You~Jinkook ✅

Happy New Years

Happy New Years to everyone! I hope everyone is celebrating with their families and is enjoying their last days before school or work starts!

"Jin Hyung, Jin Hyung, are you okay?"

Opening my eyes, I couldn't remember when I closed.

The room was filled with five other people. Five people who are very close to my heart.

Everyone was here. Taehyung, Jimin, Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi were all staring at me with worried eyes.

"Oh thank goodness you're awake," Namjoon said. "We just arrived now,"

I nodded, feeling my mouth wasn't able to communicate without drinking water.

Turning to my side, there was no hospital bed beside me. Panic started to rumble through my chest, giving me a fast-beating and pounding heart.

"Where's- Where is-" I stammered. I couldn't get my words of concern out of my mouth.

"Where's Jungkook?" Jimin finished my sentence.

I nodded again.

"They said he needed a check-up and they didn't want to wake you up since you look tired," Jimin reassured, "He'll be back in a minute so don't worry okay, Jin Hyung."

"Okay, I'll try not to worry," I replied, trying to sit up but my back wasn't cooperating with me. Taehyung also saw my struggle and came to my side, helping me up while placing pillows behind me.

"Jin Hyung, we need more information about the incident. I know it's painful to think about but it is necessary that we get more detail into the situation," He explained.

I did have to agree. Even though I never wanted to think about that man anymore, I am the only one who brought him back to jail. They were smart to leave the talking and persuading to Namjoon.

"Alright, I'll say it more in 'detail' this time," I agreed, getting more comfortable with the long story.

From almost nodding off to sleep to Jungkook answering the door, I explained today's whole event until I got to Jungkook's present.

My left hand was raised before I continued the story. I heard some gasps when they saw the tungsten ring with the bright sapphire gemstone on my ring finger.

"It was a gift from Jungkook. Before he passed out, he told me to keep it safe... I think it's a promise ring," I confessed.

"So he really wasn't joking," I heard Hoseok mutter loudly to Yoongi, who agreed by nodding at him.

"What do you mean, 'he really wasn't joking'?" I insisted impatiently. Hoseok is unable to whisper to save his life.

"Well, before you left-" Hoseok started to explain before the door was opened by two doctors, who wheeled a hospital bed inside the room.

They made sure that Jungkook wasn't planning to wheel off anytime soon before bowing towards the members and looking at me.

"We are sorry that we didn't warn you about taking Jungkook but we needed to take a sample of his blood," The male doctor explained.

"It's okay," I assured, fixing my gaze on Jungkook, who looked exhausted and had a freshly applied bandage wrapped around his head. "But is he okay?"

The female doctor smiled, "He will wake up in a few hours or so, so don't worry Mr. Kim."

"Actually it is now Mr. Jeon-" Taehyung stated against Hoseok's palm, obviously not understanding the situation.

In the same breath, both doctors glanced at the promise ring on my hand, leaving the room with a bow, no words, and a little giggling.

I just knew my face was flushed red. Since they think I'm married to Jungkook, isn't a promise ring supposed to be a gift that comes before an engagement ring? So technically they are right to assume that but it would be a long time away.

"Kim Taehyung!" I yelled through gritted teeth to show my frustration.

All the talking in the background immediately stopped and everyone looked straight at me, especially the man that caused all of this overanalyzing.

"I'll give you two minutes- no, one minute to get your butt out of my sight before I do something we'll both regret!"

With those words, a gust of wind followed the man, who burst out of the room in fear of his own life.

Laughter followed shortly thereafter, the members taking their leave and closing the door behind them. Finally, peace and quiet.

I glanced over to my side, where Jungkook was and sighed. This is going to be one of the hardest nights of my life.

After getting up slowly from the bed, I walked carefully to Jungkook's hospital bed.

"Jungkook, I love the gift but are you sure it's right?" I asked myself, holding his right hand with both of mine.

Oh what's the point of asking him when he's unconscious?

"Of course it's right babe, you are the one and only love in my life,"

I jumped at the voice beside me, glancing over at Jungkook's eyes, which were indeed open and staring at me, even though they were partially closed.

"Jungkook, don't scare me like that," I muttered, giving him a smile.

He also gave me a small smile before he started a coughing fit.

"Are you okay? I can get the doctors-" I exclaimed worriedly, stepping towards the door but Jungkook's hand made me stop.

"No, I'm okay," He reassured, regaining his breath, "Just don't leave."

"Okay, I'm here. Is there anything you need?"

"Actually, I think a kiss would heal my head," Jungkook admitted, trying his luck.

"Are you serious Jungkook? You just came out of a coma and the first thing you want is a kiss?" I scolded him.

"I'm sorry but it would really help me recover," He sulked, "You want me to recover quickly right?

"Of course! I want you to recover quickly!" I replied simply, having wished for that to happen ever since the incident occurred.

"Wait, don't tell me the doctors said no kissing for a month?" Jungkook asked, looking terrified at the thought.

"No, they didn't, but they do think we're married," I informed, feeling my skin glowing red.

"But aren't we?" He questioned curiously, seeing there was no problem with what I said.

"No, we're not married, you haven't even proposed to me yet,"

"And if you don't give me a kiss right now, then I won't be able to live to do that," Jungkook insisted.

"Okay, if a kiss is what you want then it's a kiss you'll get," I agreed, sitting next to Jungkook.

Jungkook looked pleased and thrilled to say the least as if he doesn't received over a hundred kisses in a week on a daily basis.

My lips brushed his softly, delicately to not hurt him. This was just long enough that I could inhale his breath, feel the warmth of his skin before moving away from him. I opened my eyes to see Jungkook's hungry ones...