My Love For You || KTH || 21+ ✔

CH:20

Taehyung

"Don't cut your hair." I said, running my hands through her long silky hair as I combed it. We are in a hospital room. I am sitting on the bed and she is sitting in the wheelchair in front of me. It has been a month and a half since the argument between me and my father, surprisingly he has not come back to the company within this month and a half and I am relieved about that.

Today is my wife's surgery, so I didn't even go to the office and assigned Miss Rossi and my manager to take care of things for me today.

Dr. Martin returned to Italy the day before yesterday. Dr. Alessia said that my wife's condition has improved slightly with the appointment she had with her within this month and a half and that her nerves are showing a refreshing quality than before. Because of this, Dr. Martin soon scheduled today for the surgery.

"why?" she questioned.

"I love your long hair," I said, braiding it loosely. It's been a long time since I combed her hair like this.I almost forgot that it was once my favorite pastime.

So today I opposed Saya that I will do her duty.I braided her hair and tied a elastic to leave some hair at the end.

"Do you only love my hair?" She asked playfully, although I can't see her face here, I know she has a mischievous grin on her face by now.

I leaned forward a little and came close to her ear. She flinched slightly as she felt my hot breath hitting her earlobe and the skin on her neck.

"No. I love it's owner more." I whispered lowly.

She chuckled. God, she has no idea how much I want to hear her beautiful chuckles, does she?

The door opened and Saya was standing there."Doctor said to bring madam." She informed.

"Okay, you stay out. I'll bring her."

I got out of bed as Saya disappeared through the door again. I went in front of my wife. She is wearing a white hospital gown. But I still find her beautiful and I know very well that she doesn't like hospital gowns at all.

Not only that, she doesn't even like the word hospital.

Anyone who has to visit the hospital for three years straight gets fed up anyway, so her reasons are valid.

Placing my palms on the armrest of the chair, I leaned forward. My eyes looked into her beautiful black eyes. Taking care not to lose balance in the chair, I put weight on one palm, moved the other hand towards her cheek, and my thumb gently and slowly stroked her soft skin.

"Everything's going to be okay. Don't worry or be afraid, okay? I'm right here." I said softly, placing a kiss on her forehead.

"You too. I know you're more nervous than I am." She said and I sighed.

She's right. Ever since Dr. Martin told me two days ago that he would do the surgery today, I have not been at ease. And I know that it will be like this until my wife gets up on her feet after this surgery.

"Let's go."

I went behind her wheelchair and grabbed the handles and pushed it forward. As soon as we came out of the room, I saw Dr. Alessia standing outside, wearing her usual long white coat, with Saya beside her.

Dr. Alessia turned to us at the sound of the door opening. She smiled at us.

"I'll take care of her from here on out." she said, slowly taking the handles of the wheelchair in her hands.

"How long will the surgery take?" I asked, and she paused for a moment, thinking.

"Five or six hours minimum." she stated, and as I nodded, she wheeled the wheelchair down the hallway out of my sight.