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JIMIN POV

"Why did you go see that woman?"

"He groans. "You want to
discuss that now? Can't we
drop this? I regret it, okay?"

"I need to know."

"I'll tell you tomorrow." he mutters, irritated.

"Oh and Detective Clark
wants to talk to you."

"Just routine."

"Now go to sleep."

He kisses my hair.

I sigh heavily.

I need to know why.

At least he says he regrets it.

That's something, my subconscious agrees.

He's in an agreeable mood
today, it seems.

Ugh, Detective Clark. I shudder at the thought of reliving Thursday's events for him.

"Do we know why Min was
doing all this?"

"Hmm." He murmurs.

I'm soothed by the slow rise
and fall of his chest, gently rocking my head, lulling me to sleep as his breathing slows.

And while I drift I try to make sense of the fragments of conversations I heard while I
was on the edge of consciousness but they slither through my mind, remaining steadfastly elusive, taunting me from the edges of my memory.

Oh, it's frustrating and exhausting . . . and . . .

Nurse Nora's mouth is pursed and her arms folded in hostility.

I hold my finger up to my lips.

"Please let him sleep." I
whisper, squinting in the early morning light.

"This is your bed."

"Not his." she hisses sternly.

"I slept better because he
was here." I insist, rushing to
my husband's defense.

Besides, it's true.

Jungkook stirs and Nurse
Nora and I freeze.

He mumbles in his sleep.

"Don't touch me."

"No more."

"Only Jimin."

I frown.

I have rarely hear Jungkook
talk in his sleep.

Admittedly, that might be because he sleeps less than I do.

I've only ever heard his nightmares.

His arms tighten around me, squeezing me and I wince.

"Mr Jeon—" Nurse Nora glowers.

"Please." I beg.

She shakes her head, turns
on her heel and leaves and I snuggle up against him again.

When I wake, Jungkook is nowhere to be seen.

The sun is blazing through
the windows and I can now
really appreciate the room.

I have flowers! I didn't notice them the night before.

Several bouquets. I wonder
idly who they're from.

A soft knock distracts me and Carrick peeks around the door.

He beams when he sees that
I'm awake.

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