(BTS FF) Ending Green

nineteen｡❅*⋆the wake

Riya's POV

I wake, my throat dry and my body sore to the touch.

I wince, lifting my cheek from where it rests. Alarm filters through me when something encircles me, and I yelp, pushing my hands hard against it to push it away.

"Hey, hey, you're okay, it's okay."

I blink rapidly, trying to clear my hazy vision, and there he is.

My stomach lurches, and every horrible feeling amplifies.

I stare at him, and he stares right back, watching me closely.

Taking my hands from where they rest on his chest, he brings them to his, folding my fingers carefully until they interlace with his.

My breath hitches in my throat.

I say his name carefully, cautiously. He nods in the same manner as he confirms lowly, "It's me."

I swallow, trying to lubricate my throat, but it doesn't work. I still feel like choking.

I repeat his name, but it sounds more like a plead than it did before. I don't know what I'm pleading for. Help, understanding, him.

"You're safe," he says.

My eyes well with tears, and he brushes them away, murmuring soft comfort throughout it all.

It hurts how badly I want to believe his words. It hurts that I'm unsure if they're true. It hurts just like everything else does—just like my body does.

My body hurts.

I hold Jungkook's hands so tightly that I'm afraid I might be hurting him, but he squeezes back just as tightly.

"How did I get here?" I venture, my voice barely a wisp.

"You drove here," he returns in the same tone. "A few hours ago."

My stomach lurches. I feel like screaming, but I'm not sure if there's an appropriate amount of volume left in me.

"Jungkook," I whisper. "How did I get here?"

"You drove here," he reiterates slowly. Softly. "Do you remember?"

That's what I'm afraid of.

"What...how..." I bring my hand to my temple, momentarily forgetting it's being held by his, and I quickly lower it, blurting a rushed apology, but he soothes me, allowing my fingers to return to my temples while he keeps them in his.

His kindness makes me choke up, and my tears quicken.

"It's okay," he murmurs. "Take your time."

My chin wobbles. "I was watching...I was watching the Aristocats." I take a shuddering breath. "Wasn't I?"

He studies my features momentarily before nodding. "You were."

"And...and Jimin was there with me."

"He was."

"You...and you came here?"

He gently urges my fingertips to massage my temples, and I'm lulled further into his touch.

"I did," he confirms gently. "I drove here too."

"With me?"

He sighs softly, almost regrettably. "No, I drove here from work."

I tighten my hold on him before the spinning fully encapsulates me. "Did I—did I say where I was before I got here?"

"You didn't say."