Just One More Tear to Cry

Part 37

Jungkook sat beside Jimin's hospital bed in the lavish room, surrounded by the quiet hum of state-of-the-art medical equipment. The stark white walls and pristine surroundings contrasted sharply with the turmoil inside him. After the doctors had deemed Jimin stable enough, Mr. Jeon had spared no expense in arranging for his transfer to Seoul's best hospital. Now, Jimin lay under the careful watch of top specialists, but he had yet to regain consciousness.

Jungkook hadn't moved from his spot since they had arrived. The days had blurred together into a relentless, exhausting vigil. He spent every waking moment watching over Jimin, his eyes tracing the lines of Jimin's face, hoping for any sign of improvement. Jimin's pale face had gained a slight touch of color, but the dark circles under his eyes and the overall frailty of his body told a different story.

Jungkook's heart ached with a profound, unrelenting sorrow. The tears he'd shed seemed endless, and he felt as though he might never stop crying. He regretted every decision that had led them to this point, every moment he hadn't protected Jimin. He was consumed with guilt, hating himself for having pushed Jimin into such danger.

He reached out with trembling hands, gently patting Jimin's head as if afraid to break him. Leaning closer, he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "Minie... I am so sorry, Minie. Hyung is so sorry. I shouldn't have sent you out that day. I'm so sorry, Minie. Punish hyung as much as you want, but please, wake up, babe. Hyung is so sorry. Please wake up. I will make everything right. I will look after you forever. Please, come back to hyung, babe. Please..."

His voice cracked as he spoke, the weight of his regret and sorrow almost too much to bear. The tears fell freely, landing on the sterile white sheets. He squeezed Jimin's hand gently, hoping somehow his touch could convey his desperate plea.

Jungkook looked at Jimin's face, noticing the signs of malnutrition that had taken their toll over the months. Jimin's once rosy cheeks were sunken, his lips chapped and dry. He was now dressed in the hospital's clean, white gown, but even that seemed to accentuate his frailty. Jungkook's eyes were drawn to Jimin's baby bump, a visible reminder of the life they had created together. He reached out, his hand hovering uncertainly over the bump before he gently caressed it, his touch soft and reverent.

"Minie... my babe... please," he murmured repeatedly, his voice breaking. "I'm so sorry, Minie. Hyung is so sorry. Please wake up. I'll fix everything. I'll protect you and our babies. Just come back to me."

As the hours passed, Jungkook's tears continued to flow, his sobs quiet but filled with overwhelming anguish. He buried his face in the crook of Jimin's neck, his breath hitching with every exhale. The weight of his guilt was a heavy burden, one that he wasn't sure he could bear.

Mr. Jeon had arranged for the best doctors to oversee Jimin's care, but even that brought little comfort. The uncertainty of Jimin's condition loomed over them, a dark cloud that refused to dissipate. Jungkook clung to Jimin's hand, his fingers entwined with Jimin's limp ones, unwilling to let go.

The night dragged on, each minute feeling like an eternity. Jungkook whispered words of love and apology, hoping that somehow, Jimin could hear him. "Minie, you have to come back to me. We have so much to look forward to. Our babies... they need you. Your Papa needs you. I need you. Please, don't leave me."

His voice grew softer as exhaustion took its toll, but he refused to leave Jimin's side. He rested his head beside Jimin's, his tears soaking into the pillow. "I love you, Minie. Please, come back to me. I'll do anything. Just please, wake up, babe."

Jungkook's pleas filled the room, a heartbreaking testament to his love and desperation. The medical staff moved quietly around them, their faces a mix of determination and sympathy. Jungkook didn't notice them, his entire world focused on the boy lying unconscious before him.