Chasing You..

Ch- 37 Perfect

Jungkook's Pov

After a little while, Taehyung had to excuse himself to go back up to Han. My parents and Yoongi kept me busy, fussing over me for a few hours, before they left too so I could get some rest.

Once I was alone, I tried my hardest to sleep, but sleep didn't come easy, and even when it did, I was plagued with dreams of the fire. Memories flooded my brain, images of Taehyung shaking and mumbling words that I couldn't understand while he was standing by the ambulance. I dreamt of Han and the look he gave me when he understood that we were going to die.

Thankfully, the hospital was busy, so I was woken often by talking or doctors banging around. The noises brought me out of my nightmares before they reached the climax.

That afternoon, after I'd finished choking down some hospital garbage that they called 'food' the door opened and my beautiful boyfriend stood there with a huge smile stretched across his face.

"Hey, you," he greeted.

I smiled, happy to see him again. "Hi."

He closed the door behind him and leant against it, looking at me worriedly. "So, I have someone that wants to see you. I was just wondering if you were up to a little visitor." He raised one eyebrow curiously.

"Han?" I couldn't stop the grin that stretched across my face.

"Yeah, but if you'd rather wait a little while then I can just tell him no. I don't want him to hurt you or anything if you're not up to it."

I shook my head fiercely. "Bring him in, I want to see him too."

He smiled and chewed on his lip worriedly before turning and opening the door. I couldn't see him yet, but I could hear Taehyung telling him that he needed to be careful and that he wasn't to fool around in my room.

When Tae drew back, Han stepped into the room with a nervous smile on his face, as if he was scared of what he was going to see.

He looked adorable. There were little cuts on his cheek and forehead. There were grazes on his arms. He limped as he stepped into the room, probably from his twisted ankle. All in all, he looked great, and he was seriously lucky that all that came out of it was some smoke inhalation and a few scrapes. He was wearing new clothes because, although Taehyung had protested, my mom had been out and bought a load of clothes for them both this morning. He also had a brand new Woody doll hanging from one hand.

Feelings bubbled up inside me, making my stomach flutter. The last time I'd seen him properly was in that room, when I'd told him I loved him.

Seeing him now, I knew I would run into a burning building for him any day of the week, the same as I would for his mom.

"Hey, Kid."

His eyes scanned my body and his eyes filled with tears. "You got hurted."

"I'm okay." He didn't need to get upset over me, it probably looked a lot worse than it was.

He pointed to my cast on my arm and a smile appeared on his face. "Momma said that you'd broked your arm and leg like I did. Are you gonna get chim chim to draw on yours too?" he asked. "I could help you find a good picture if you want," he offered. I could already see his brain ticking over with the images that I would have drawn on my cast.

I laughed and nodded. "I'd like that. Though, I don't think I'll get Buzz or Woody on mine."

"Kung-fu Panda?" he offered helpfully.

Taehyung giggled next to him, squeezing his shoulder. "I think Jungkook would rather have The Little Mermaid," he countered, winking at me. I laughed, and Han frowned, looking at him like he was crazy.