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chapter 37: Tender Mornings, Troubled Thoughts

Jungkook's Pov

As the morning sun gently beamed on my face, I let out a tired groan and slowly opened my eyes. I found myself holding onto her delicate frame, and as I looked up, there she was, peacefully asleep with her head resting on the headboard.

Even at the crack of dawn, she looked absolutely stunning. She was always mine, and I couldn't help but smile as I admired her. However, I noticed a little crease forming between her brows as the sunlight attempted to wake her up, but I refused to let it disturb her.

Carefully releasing my grasp from her slender and velvety waist, I got out of bed and made my way to the window. Drawing the curtains together, I blocked out the intruding sunlight.

Turning back to her, I walked over and leaned down to gently kiss her forehead. Taking her tenderly in my arms, I slowly laid her back down, allowing her to snuggle into her pillow.

As I lovingly stroked her hair, she settled into a peaceful slumber.

It was my first time seeing her since she got out of the hospital. I wanted to approach her with all my emotions, but both my heart and mind were failing me.

I had only one burning question in my mind: Do I truly deserve her, considering what my father put her through?

Everything felt chaotic until I mustered the courage to visit her. I never expected her to be awake until I made my way up.

As I looked into her eyes, admired her lips, her hair, her smile, her laughter - every aspect of her became etched in my mind.

I yearned for her so intensely, it was almost fucking unbearable.

Memories can be beautiful, but each memory with her felt like it could be our last day on earth.

She was the only one for me, a fact I only realized then and there.

As I prepared to leave and pulled the blanket over her shoulders, but something made me stop, and I turned around to face the wall. That's when I noticed numerous sticky notes, which I hadn't seen the previous night. They weren't there before, and I wondered what they meant.

The text contained information about various topics, including the placement of certain items and what the person might be searching for.

But why?

I was aware of her health issues, but was it really that severe? Was it affecting her memory?

Without hesitation, I left the room and closed the door behind me before heading downstairs.

As I descended the stairs, my gaze landed on two individuals sitting closely together on the couch, holding hands and smiling.

It was Hana and Ji-hoon!

They seemed engrossed in conversation or perhaps sharing secrets, with smiles on their faces as they looked at the iPad. Upon hearing my approach, they quickly let go of each other's hands and stood up.

Hana greeted me with a smile, wearing a white crop top paired with a blue denim jacket and dark blue jeans, her hair cascading freely.

Returning the smile, I greeted her back. I noticed her nervousness as she continuously tapped her nails on the iPad.

Jungkook: Did I disturb you? Sorry if I did.

I asked because I know I probably did.

Ji-hoon: Yes!

Hana: No!

They both answered simultaneously, causing Hana to turn around and shoot him a glare before apologizing me with a smile.