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37. Wilderness and Freesia

Jimin

Before my eyes could open entirely I knew I was alive. The soft ticking of my wall clock, the humming of the AC, the fragrance of wilderness and Freesia. I was home. What I felt was real. Jungkook was really there. 

My heart settled and I tried opening my eyes, but my body was in too much pain. My head was splitting into many pieces, I couldn't feel my arms, and my throat was on fire.

"Jimin," I heard him. He called me an angel, but in a real sense, he was my angel, my protector. He was calling me, but his voice also couldn't bring me to open my eyes. Yet, I could feel calmness. "Angel, please try to open your eyes."

No, I thought. What if I open my eyes and I see him in front of me again?

"Please, baby," I smelled him stronger this time and my brows scrunched. No. This wasn't a nightmare. He was really near me. 

I tried to listen to him. I tried so hard that my breath stopped for a beat before I was successful. My eyes popped open and I didn't think Jungkook looked more beautiful to me than now. His features were soft. The mole under his bottom lip was still dead cute. "Smile." I croaked in a hoarse gruff to rid him of his frown.

He smiled for me and I smiled too, despite the pain that was everywhere.

His hand was in a cast. I was in my own bed, wrapped in a soft blanket. I was hungry, and I wanted to kiss Jungkook. "What happened?" I asked him, jutting towards his hand, my eyes stinging and my voice hardly coming out of my lips.

"This," he looked astonished, but he covered it up quickly, attempting to disregard my concern. "Dislocated shoulder. But I'll be good as new in a few days. Young blood."

And we were both sharing the same emotions with our tears. The smile on our faces wasn't for the show, but they were advocating what our words couldn't. Jungkook was very special. "Shh," I willed my hand to raise and I wiped one tear from his cheek. "I am okay."

He held my palm in his, tight and secure. "I am so sorry, Jimin. I am sorry," he was breaking down. "I should've found you sooner. I should've looked for you harder." He was kissing my fingers repeatedly, one by one. 

"I am sure you did everything you could."

"Everything I could wasn't enough!" He pulled away, anger in his voice. "I won't forgive myself." Shaking his head, he looked dejected and hell-bent on something.

"Come here, Jungkook," I called him closer. 

He did. "I can't feel my hands," I whispered to him.

"It's going to be okay," he took my other palm in his own and began caressing it. I couldn't sense his touch as he kissed my knuckles. My head was spinning and I was trying to sink everything in. I didn't know how to react or where to start. "I had a doctor visit home and check you. He couldn't discover everything because you were unconscious. I'll call him again, okay?"

I nodded, unsure how many emotions I was feeling. I was definitely more furious than sorry and relieved. I used to be able to fight. I kept telling myself that I was drugged and I was tied all the time, that I couldn't fight back, but that didn't help. I've learned to defend myself, yet I was hell-bent on giving up. Why couldn't I see the sunshine anymore? Why couldn't I fight back? Why couldn't I stop feeling scared even now? "What happened to him?" I asked, my stomach recoiling at the mention of him. 

"He'll get what he deserves. For now, he's not going anywhere."

That was the satisfying answer, more than I needed. I breathed, trying to line up my thoughts. He kept looking at me curiously, worriedly. And there I thought he forgot about me. "How long was I gone? I couldn't keep track of time."