Unsatisfied with your life was an understatement. Being under the thumb of your father can have that effect. He wanted someone capable of running the company, but you wanted to pursue your passion. Countless unwanted blind dates and the threat of lo...
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"Kookie, I'm fine." I whined. "You shouldn't even be worrying about me when you're still recovering."
I stopped in the hall, making him halt behind me. I've been trying to get around without crutches the past few days. It's been five days since I was discharged and true to their word, all the boys were outside of the hospital as soon as I was released. I've been staying in the apartment with them. Kat refused to let me worry about the shop. Instead, she's taken upon herself to come over at least a few hours each day to work. Even though we no longer had the shop, we resumed taking online orders as long as we could complete them from my work room here.
It's not ideal. With her having to order things and have them shipped to her place or the shared apartment or just running out to pick them up herself. Now that the convenience of having everything in one place was gone, I missed my little shop even more. The first night back, I cried. The thought that the place I had worked so hard to make successful was burnt to the ground was crippling. Taehyung and Jimin had held me, promising that it would be okay, and we'd figure it out once I was better.
That was another thing I was quickly coming to resent about myself. My injuries not only made it hard for me to do some work-related projects, but also basic everyday things like walking and sometimes if I did too much, I found myself short of breath relatively quickly. The boys hovered during those times. And as much as I loved them, it was stifling. I found I was being hard on myself more often than not when I struggled physically. Jimin, Jungkook, and I took up counseling on Jin's recommendation. He thought it would help us process everything that happened that night as well as express the emotional turmoil the three of us experienced.
I had to admit I was glad I did. The guilt I had about just wanting to give up in those last few moments before Jimin and Jungkook arrived, was more deeply seeded than I had originally thought. Talking about it with my therapist helped me come to terms with it and though I wasn't cured, I was getting better.
Most nights I had nightmares about it. And I hated that I always woke up in cold sweats and tears. Especially when I ended up not only waking myself up, but whoever I was with that night. But no matter how much I apologized, they'd only shush me and pull me closer. Asking if I was okay and if I wanted to talk about it. None of them were ever bothered. The first night I had them was with Namjoon. The poor man nearly had a heart attack and rushed to get Jin thinking something was terribly wrong.
After a lot of reassuring, I finally convinced them I was fine, but they refused to leave me after that even though I couldn't get back to sleep. So, the two of them camped out in the living room with me. Television on, with my curled up in Namjoon's arms, mindlessly watching the images flicker across the screen with the volume so low I couldn't even hear half of it. Jin passed out on the other end of the sofa, my feet in his lap while his head had fallen onto the back of the couch. And Namjoon, I was pretty certain he hadn't gotten much sleep lately.
He spent a lot of time either at his office or at the police station, speaking with Officer Son. I knew he took care of a majority of the legalities associated with my case and my shop after asking me if he could. So much in fact, that I didn't hear anything about it except from what he's shared with me about what needed to be done or what he's already handled. I hardly saw any paperwork or spoke with anyone else about except for things that needed my verbal agreement or signature.
