The Badboy Lover|| J.JK [EDITING]

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Jungkook POV

We reached the hospital as Y/n wasted no other second inside the car and ran outside.

I ran behind her after parking the car. There weren't too much people inside and the atmosphere was pin-dropped silent.

I decided not to ruin this peace by calling Y/n's name and silently ran after her.

I saw her standing near the reception and before I could reach her she ran towards the lift.

God! Is she a champion of race or what? Why is she running so fast?!

After finally catching up with her I breath deeply. I looked at
her and noticed her biting her nails while gulping nervously.

"Why aren't you going inside?" I asked as she looked at me afraid.

"I don't know. I just can't see my mom like this." My eyes softened at her statement.

I turned towards her and took her hands in mine and squeezed it slightly.

"It's okay. You should go inside and see her." I stated softly as she looked up at me.

"Will you please come with me?" She asked hopefully while I was taken aback by her request.

"But she's your mom. How can I..." I said unsure about what to do.

"I know but it's okay if you are uncomfortable. I just needed someone by my side. You go and sit there I'll go and meet her." She said and looked away.

"No, I'll come with you." She looked at me back as her eyes somehow seemed relieved.

"Are you sure?" I nodded as she kindly smiled and we went inside the ICU.

The plain white and sky blue wall came in front of our eyes as the door opened. There were some small paintings and pictures hung on the wall.

The windows were opened with curtains peacefully swaying in air and moon gazing from outside.

The room wasn't too big. The only sound of machines were heard which were placed beside the single bed and there she was. Y/n's mother.

Her eyes were closed as she rested peacefully. Her forehead and left hand was bandaged. A transparent thin pipe was attached to her right hand nerve.

Y/n slowly went towards her and sat on a stool beside the bed while I stood there looking at them with a safe distance.

She held her hand as her mom opened her eyes. Her eyes shone due to the moonlight directly hitting her face as she looked at her daughter strangely.

Her face was expressionless helding no kind of emotion. She looked behind Y/n making direct eye contact with me.

I shivered under her cold eyes and looked away not being able to look at her any longer.

"Mom-" Y/n stopped as her mom pushed her forcely causing her to stumble on the stool and fall on the floor.

My eyes widened as I witnessed the scene and ran towards Y/n. She yelped in pain as I grabbed her arm and helped her to stand up.

"Mom, why did yo-"

"Shut up!!" Her mom yelled cutting her off.

"All this happened because of you!! Because of you I met with an accident and couldn't attend the meeting!!" She shouted as Y/n looked at her confusedly as to how was she at fault.

Even I was confused because the whole time Y/n was with me, then why her mom was blaming her?

"W-what are you saying? H-how am I at fault?" She trembled while her mom looked at dangerously.

"Oh really! Weren't you the one who was calling me continuously? My accident happened because I got distracted towards your call!!" She accused and pulled out the pipes while limping towards us.

She came and was about to slap Y/n but I went in between and got the slap.

My head tilted towards the right as I stumbled back. Y/n gasped while her mom looked at me wide eyed.

"Jungkook?!" Y/n called and made me turned towards her.

"Are you okay?! Why did you come in between?!" She blabbered panickly and looked at her mom.

"I'm sorry for ruining your meeting unintentionally." She emphasized and grabbed my wrist.

"Let's go." We went outside the room.

After sitting inside the car, she turned towards me.

Y/n POV

"Are you okay?" I asked softly as he nodded.

"I'm so sorry. You just got hurt because of me." I lowly said and looked down at my lap.

I couldn't help but feel ashamed of my mom's action. I know it wasn't her intention to slap jungkook but still.

I don't understand how is it my fault. Is getting worried for your mom considered as mistake?

I was calling her continuously because I was worried that what if she was in any trouble. But instead of assuring me she just went straight to blame and slap me.

"It's not your fault. Don't think too much." I snapped back to reality and looked at him.

His left cheek was red and a bit swollen. I wondered just how hard my mom slapped him. Was she really going to slap me that hard?

I extended my hand and slightly caressed his left cheek. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

"You okay?" He softly asked as I nodded slightly.

"I am." I lied because right now only I knew how much I was controlling myself.

I just wanted to get inside the blanket, start the loud music and cry my heart out.

"I know you are not but I won't ask you more. Let's drop you to your house." He said and turned away before starting the engine.

I looked at him for a moment before turning towards the window. I gazed at the moon and leaned against the door.

Why does my mom hates me this much? What wrong did I do?

I thought and felt my eyelids getting heavy. Before I knew I was already in my dreamland.

To be continued....

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A/n:-

Happy Eid to all my Muslim readers. May Allah bless you!